He lets go of my hair. Trails a finger down my neck. Then asks the most sweet question a man could ask at that very second.
"Are you ok?"
My mind clears. I float back down to reality.
"Yes" I whisper "more than ok."
"Make your call" he instructs as he walks away from me.
I make my safe call (will expand on that another time) and start to walk to the bathroom.
"Where do you think you're going?" He asks from the doorway to the kitchen.
"Umm.. to the bathroom"
"I don't think so"
WHAT?????
You have to be joking right? I mean, you can't deny a woman the right to pee? Conversely, another side of me was slipping away.. leaving all the peripheral behind, and just concentrating on him, and his control. I WAS desperate, no doubt about that, but there was no way that I would go without his permission. Sure… I would posture and sulk and pout, but it's all part of the game surely? I would no more disobey an order of his, or instruction, than I would…. I don't know…. Catch a rainbow.
So there I was… dying to pee. And the bastard offers me coffee. COFFEE for christ's sake! He has his coffee ... makes small talk ... me glowering silently (well ok, not so silently) in the hallway. And he damn well knows it. He also knows that when he assumes control, I have no will except his. I have no desires, except his, for all my posturings, I become HIS.
He walks to the hall, where I have been having a minor (ok – major) sulk. I NEED to go. He grabs me, pulls my hair back, slaps me… and then lets go.
"Strip"
Without a word, just a look, I do. Everything. I am standing buck naked before him, unashamed, but desperate for his touch, for his look, for his anything. Soft cuffs bind my wrists, tethered behind my back. Hard paddle, slaps my thighs, my bottom, my breasts, in between my legs…. Instant wetness, combined with still… the need to pee… still arguing, but less strident now, more pleading, and pleasing.
"Ok slut… you can pee"
Gratefully, I run (literally) to the bathroom, the need to release enormous, and desperate. Head for the bathroom.
A hand grasps my hair and pulls me back.
"Oh no slut, not there"
Confusion… he points, directs
"Oh no way"
"Yes"
He drags me by the hair to the shower. The iggest shower I have ever seen by the way.
"Go on then slut… piss"
I can't, I simply cannot pee in front of him. It's an affront to my sensibilities (yeah yeah.. ok 'what sensibilities'). I cannot. I am frozen. I cannot believe I am in this position. On all fours… dying to pee. But can't.
"Go on then. You were desperate"
"I can't – not with you looking"
"Do it"
And goddamn it… I do. Torrents. And all the time he is kneeling in front of me. Fingering me, feeling my wetness, a combination of two fluids…merging into one. Humiliated, blushing, desperate to please, desperate to pee. And forth it comes.
Sometime later (probably only a few seconds) I am still on all fours, and I feel a warmth over my skin…
No, he can't be.
He is.
And there is nothing I can do, or even want to do to stop him. I want this. I need it. And I need him. It may not be pretty or pleasant, but it suits us. And when he turns me round and takes me, the sensations are overwhelming, and I think I almost black out. Certainly I am dazed, not sure what is happening. He pushes inside me, no finesse, pure animal lust, I am sure the sounds I make are like an animal, and that's just what I am, what I want to be. I want him to fill me, to take me, to own me, completely at that moment. To be used by him, with no thought for my own pleasure. Just knowing that I am a receptacle for his lust. At that moment, that is enough.
I am lifted up, so gently, as though I am the most precious thing in the world. Washed, again gently, hair shampooed and conditioned, so I return the favour. Revelling in the feel of his hair beneath my hands, somehow repaying the service that he has done me. We spend what seems ages in the shower, just touching, holding, being gentle, washing each other, and enjoying each other's skin, smell, body.
It's only been 2 hours. But it feels like a lifetime.
To be continued still .......
EDIT: MOVED FROM ANOTHER BLOG. ALL REPLIES FROM THERE ARE COPIED BELOW.
TheMusingsOfAMenopausalMama pro
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2007-06-06 @ 13:36First rule of BDSM Abi and a wee bit surprised you don't know/forgot that one, musta been all the excitement ...you must ask permission to do anything and will be suitably punished if you don't. Quite a mind shift innit?
Abilene pro
2007-06-06 @ 13:48Well thankfully BDSM is flexible in that the level of control in it is what you and your partner wish it to be. M is thankfully not one of these uber-Doms who think they should be addressed as Master etc. He is a normal but very dominant man so for some reason I thought a normal function as needing to pee after my long drive was not a permission based act.
Oh how deliciously wrong I was. Especially now that I see that is one of his 'quirks'
TheMusingsOfAMenopausalMama pro
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2007-06-06 @ 15:47It is refreshing to see you explore BDSM, enjoy BDSM and share it as well. Proud of you darling. Hugs
TheMusingsOfAMenopausalMama pro
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2007-06-06 @ 15:47Oh and I am liking that phrase Uber-Dom. Might have to discuss that wiff hubby!
rowtheboat [Member]
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2007-06-06 @ 14:04I know lots of men who do that every day.
Piss in the shower, that is - because they're too lazy to use the toilet in the morning...
x
Abilene pro
2007-06-06 @ 14:13* rolls eyes *
I would have expected that comment out of Juzzzy or Nick.
rowtheboat [Member]
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2007-06-06 @ 14:15Gah!
Only cos they probably do that...
Juzzzy pro
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2007-06-06 @ 16:32Have you been watching?
jackdaw [Member]
2007-06-06 @ 14:14No matter how much you "think" you know about someone, you never really fully know them. So in your case Abi it was a very pleasurable side you did not know. However there are dark corners to everyone so take care!!
Jack x x
Old-Nick pro
2007-06-06 @ 14:44Exactly what I would have done. I mean generally in that situation. But I am a bastard. Well only when the person I am with wants me to be. or something. ahem.
He is good at this isn't/wasn't he.
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