KOTW -Names/Titles (Naming Him)

Martha and Thomas had slowly began to explore a Dominant and submissive relationship sometime ago and he frequently called her “Little Miss” or just “Missy”, but she didn’t know what to call him. They’d tried Master, but both of them found it to be harsh and grating. Sir didn’t have quite the ring to it they wanted and Daddy was just awkward for Martha to say to her husband. So finally one night she asked him what the protocol needed to be and what his title was going to be. He assured his Missy that he would think about it and that she was to as well and they would figure it out, but right now he was going to cuff her and fuck her.

She quickly found her hands trapped and legs spread just like he wanted. Thomas’ fingers caressed her and dipped into her pussy finding her wet and ready for him; his fingers stroked her over and over as she squirmed, begging to be allowed to come for him. “No Little Miss, you’ll come when I say so and only when I say so. You’re mine and I run this show. Understood?” Martha nodded her head, still writhing on the bed as she struggled not to orgasm before he granted her permission. Without warning he withdrew his fingers and stuffed them into her open mouth. Her eyes widened but she began to suck obediently, tasting herself and relishing it.

He climbed onto the bed, cock in hand and guided himself into her pussy, gently at first, slowly. He fucked her languidly, just barely moving as he looked down at her and kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and finally her lips ever so gently and whispered to her again, “You’re mine Little Miss.” She shivered beneath him at the words and arched her hips upward, wanting him to fuck her harder. He laughed softly. “All in good time, my dear. All in good time. His increase of the pace at which he fucked her seemed incrementally slow to her and she was a greedy Little Miss who wanted more of his cock.

Thomas gave her a naughty little smile and suddenly slammed hard into her, causing her to cry out and try even harder to take as much as he would give her and then some. They fucked hard and relentlessly, Missy struggling to hold back the orgasm she had been denied and him enjoying the tight, wet heat of her body. She began to tense up and Thomas froze. “Not yet Missy, not yet. Not until you call me by my proper title.” She moaned softly half in pleasure, half in frustration. They’d played this game before, with her trying all kinds of honorifics hoping one would finally stick and become who he was to her.

“Please Captain, may I come for you?” He made a slight face and shook his head, holding very still inside of her body. “Please may I come for you my Prince?” They both burst into giggles at that one and feeling her clench around his cock made him groan with restrained pleasure. He moved in and out slowly waiting for her next request, to see what would come out of her lovely mouth next. “Dom, can I come for you please?” He tilted his head considering that one and shook his head, still not feeling quite right. She arched her hips against him silently begging for the game to end. “One more try for me Missy, a good one, and I’ll let you come for me.”

She tried very hard to think as she whimpered and bit her lip to keep from simply pleading with her Thomas to fuck her and let her have that orgasm she so desperately wanted. And her mind flashed back to what he said earlier, “You’re mine and I run this show.” She giggled and looked at him,. Her tone was slightly impish although still laced heavily with her desire. “Can I please come for you now, Boss? I promise I’ll be a good girl for you.” Boss. He rolled the word around his in his mind, hearing it in his head. “Say it again. Louder.” “Can I please come for you now, Boss?” He resumed fucking her hard now and grinned down at her. “You’re quite right Little Miss. I am the Boss and you will address me as such from now one. Got it?” She moaned out loud at the feeling of fullness before she answered him proudly, “Yes Boss.” “Now come for me Missy. Come hard!”

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Kink Of The Week – July 1st-15th – Fingering

So many people see fingering as nothing more than foreplay, a means to an end, and sure it works out that way for a lot of people. But these people don’t know what they are missing out on when they move on from fingers. Especially when you learn just how dexterous and gentle or demanding and rough one’s fingers can be.

My lover’s fingers find me wet and waiting for their touch. They tease me, gently slipping a finger barely inside me and then out again; I am patient sometimes, until I’m not, and my hips lift and buck, begging for more. And their strokes become fuller, more certain until I am dripping wet and squirming on the bed for them. A quick flutter against me and I’m lost, an orgasm rolling through my body. Bliss.

Other times, those same fingers are demanding of me, roughly slamming into my cunt, beating out a pounding rhythm that echoes through my soul. I whimper and moan, trying to take more, sometimes more than they are willing to give just yet. I am not so passive and am writhing around, doing my damnedest to meet them thrust for thrust. Those fingers driving into me, driving me wild with need. Hard pressure against my inner walls. Nothing gentle here. And suddenly I am tipped over the precipice, into a rolling full body orgasm, the kind that seems to lift you into oblivion. I come back to myself slowly and find I am cradled in their arms ever so tenderly.

Sometimes, my partner will surprise me, at my desk or in the kitchen, and before I can think I find lubed up fingers sliding into my cunt and whipping back and forth wildly, their only goal to make me come all over their fingers at least once and usually twice or even three times. I’m lost to them when they do this and all I can do is feel their touch and what they’re doing to me in that moment. And when they (and I) are satisfied, those lovely fingers slip away and after I can see straight again I go on about my day.

Those fingers are magical to me and I love when I get fingered to orgasm over and over. My partner enjoys the feeling of me clenching around their fingers repeatedly until I just can’t and they often demand just one more from me after that, one that I gladly give.