"I want you to write..."

 Like so many others, life can absolutely get in the way of our activities.  Sure, there's the subtle constants but the more deliberate, thoughtful stuff, even the small stuff, can drop off as we deal with work, health, schedules, and so on.  We don't live a strict Female Led Relationship or hardcore Dominatrix life.  I've said in other posts that we have more of a Mommy/boy dynamic.  Yes, she is my domestic dominant, and I'm required to obey her, but we're also regular folks with priorities and realities too.

And so it has been for the past couple weeks.  It's interesting as the dynamic is always just under the surface and I think we both can feel the frustration of not tapping into it.  Sometimes I think we're both wanting it but unsure if the other is feeling it so it doesn't happen until one of us just breaks the ice again.  I'm very happy that more and more it is her that snaps us back into the dynamic.  I adore it.  Crave it.

Anyway, to bust this last streak she told me she wanted me to write up a fantasy that I would to experience this weekend.  There's been a lot more since then but that was the start.  So here is my answer to that request...

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It's mid morning and the sun shines through the windows.  I've previously showered, shaved, and  inserted a plug.  I stand fully naked, my breathing shaky as I watch you tie my feet to the spreader bar.  You slip the leather cuffs around my wrists and then hook my hands above my head.

You don't speak, just go about preparing me.  You have intent, a desire, a thirst.  I can sense it.

You buckle the collar around my neck and slip the blindfold over my eyes.  Your sharp nails lightly trail over my skin and it puckers.  I hear you pull your heavy wooden chair up behind me.  Your fingers reach out and grip my scrotum, pulling my balls down, and rubbing and relaxing them.  You cuss under your breath as the snaps on the leather parachute ball stretcher fight you.  I wince when the pinch me.  Alas you get it and balls are plump and shiny inside of it.  Three chains hang from it and between my legs where they are joined by a metal ring.

You slip a cord into the ring and then feed it into the eye-bolt threaded into the center of the spreader bar.  My lips open in anticipation...  You pull the cord back toward you which pulls my balls down and my covered eye lids flutter.  You tease me with quick yanks, affirming my vulnerability before deciding on an appropriate stretch and then tying off the cord.

And with that, I am completely yours.  Literally unable to physically defend myself.  I'm fully at your mercy.  

You sit back in you r chair and admire your work for a moment.  A slight smile slips over your lips and your hands reach out and lovingly touch my body.  The tips of your nails tickle my swollen, trapped balls and your crop taps the plug in my ass.

I'm yours...

"How many times did you talk back to me this week boy?" You ask in a low, almost sultry tone.

I can't explain but despite my situation, my brain almost instantly defaults to... I don't know... defiance?  There's a reluctance to answer.  A reluctance to consider it, to admit it, to accept it.  It isn't fear, it comes before that kind of rationalization.  It's reflexive.

And that slight delay is too much.  I wince and jerk at the sharp smack of your paddle across my bare bottom.

"How many times boy?"

"I... I don't know Mommy." I reluctantly reply.

Again I jerk as you paddle me several times.  Hard, deliberate strikes that send pain through my body.

"I don't know how many times either boy because it was way too many!"  You scratch the back of my thigh with your sharp nails to make your point and I wince and grunt.  That only excites you.

"Why are you a naughty boy to Mommy?" Your hand rubs my back.

"I... I don't kn..."  My words are cut off as you again paddle and scratch me.  

"Little bitch" You growl.  "Mommy doesn't like sassy boys"

While my body is alive with sensations, my mind melts.

You rise from your chair and come around in front of me.  I can't see you but I can feel you.

"Your little fucking dick is hard.  You're a fucking pervert you know that?  Your little clitty gets all hard when I hurt you."

My lips silently mouth some answer that never escapes.

You pinch my nipples and slap my belly.  Your crop smacks my swollen erection and my hips jerk at the pain.

You slap my face and I am gone.

I lose track of time as you work my body and mind.  My legs are covered in deep red scratches, my balls are swollen, my ass is on fire.  In distinct contrast to the pain, your hand gently, lovingly rubs my blazing red cheeks and you pure at the heat on your palm.

Satisfied and satiated, you sit back in your chair and simply admire the spectacle.  I'm so open and vulnerable and given.  Red and purple marks cover my body and you feel the pulse deep in your belly.  Your thighs rub together.

I feel you go about releasing me.  You untie my feet and loosen the ball stretcher.  I start to relax and the world starts to come back to me.  I'm emotional.  I'm filled with guilt and joy and pain and comfort.  I just am...

You let my arms down and my hands tingle as blood rushes back into them but you do not remove the cuffs.

I hear you clip a leash into my collar and with a tug you direct, "Come boy."

You lead me to our room and guide me onto the bed before laying down next to me.  My bound hands rest on my belly, my cock twitches.

I feel your naked flesh press against mine and soon the buzz of your vibrator fills the air.

"You're Mommy's boy aren't you?"  Your voice is deep as you pleasure yourself.

"Yes Mommy."

"Fuck yes you are.  My boy.  My little bitch.  That's my little dick."

I feel buck and writhe and a deep, animalistic groan rumbles from your chest as your orgasm slams into you.  You cum over and over as I lay there beside you.

It takes some time but as you regain control of your body you rub your vibrator under my nose and I feel my lungs with your musky scent.  My cock twitches and leaks.

"Does my little boy want to cum?"

"Yes Mommy." I almost plead.

You roll up on your side and your hand grips my needy little dick.  You stroke me in earnest and it isn't long before I'm bucking and writhing.  I moan deep as my cum gushes out of my swollen head and spills over your hand.  You purr at the wet warmth.  Over and over I spill my seed until it drips down my side.

My breath starts to settle, I begin to relax, and you tell me I'm a good boy in a soft voice.

And then you suddenly turn on your vibrator, slam it against my hyper sensitive head and hold my cock in a tight grip.  I writhe and squeal and desperately try to get my dick away from the stimulus.  It's too much!  I jump about the bed but you're laying across me and I can't get away.  Can't get away.  My bliss suddenly and intensely ruined.

Just as I think I can't take a second more, you stop.  I continue to jerk and writhe but you just chuckle and then roll over to fall into a deep nap.