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If you’re hungry feed it  

evergrnstatewife 53M/63F
1582 posts
10/24/2013 6:50 am

Last Read:
10/28/2013 6:51 am
If you’re hungry feed it

I was enjoying the discipline.
I liked the feeling of helplessness, bowing to her and her power. Submission to a woman is wonderful, especially to a woman who is sincerely dominate and<b> skilled </font></b>with her craft.
She likes it, enjoys it, and it’s found a way into our normal lives.
It’s not every time, but it’s evident, silent, and certainly a part of us.

I have missed her hand, and the blows it gives my ass.
I miss her direction and closeness we share afterwards.

She’s delicate with her swats, and comforting with her impact to me.
I know it’s for my own good, and without it, I would surely run amuck.

Last night she called me after leaving work. She was nonchalant with her conversation until the very end.
“I want you to be naked on top of the bed, on your hands and knees when I get home,” she told me.
I knew what she wanted, and to be surprised, I thought she had forgotten all about the pleasure her pounding gives both of us.
“I also want you to have the dildo ready too,” she added, shortly before saying goodbye.

I did as she requested, and felt naked being so open for her when she walked into the bedroom.
She felt my ass.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” she said, rubbing it a circular motion.
Then she felt and played with my hole, her fingers delicate as they probed the opening.
“I miss fucking you,” she said.

I didn’t look at her. I just kept my head down as I felt a rush of embarrassment.

“Look over here,” she said, unbuttoning her blouse.
Next she took off her black push-up bra, exposing her mammaries to me.
Her breasts looked so wonderful. Her brown nipples were hard, and I wanted very much to touch them, perhaps kiss them, but I knew my asking wouldn’t be appreciated.

What is appropriate, me being in this position, and watching my goddess as she disrobes, dreaming about the feel of her skin, and the elegance of her femininity that has long sense been taken from me.

Real men would be fucking her, but instead, it’s me that will be fucked.

Again, appropriate.

“I look beautiful, don’t I?” She asked.
“Yes honey, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I replied, in a truthful manner.

She smiled.

She slipped off her black dress and heels, followed by her matching panties, and settled in behind me.
My heart was beating, fast, but not scared or nervously.
I couldn’t wait to feel her hands on me.
I was desperately anticipating them.

She reached underneath me and took a hold of my dick.
“Gosh, you’re wet already,” she said with a slight giggle, gripping it.

“Yes I am,” I replied.

Still within her clinches she swatted me.
Then again.
And again.

“I can see the redness,” she said, gently reassuring my cheek.

“Tell me what an honor it is to see me undressed,” she directed me, then impacting my bare ass again.

I thanked her, and told her how lucky I was to see her, without clothes, and how much I appreciated her disciplining me.

“I’ve missed it,” I replied to her.

She discussed the other morning with me and how lucky I was to see what I did. Seeing her being fucked in the fashion she was, and being so close as to touch and smell it.
I was indeed lucky, touching her in the way I did, her breasts and her body, especially in the presence of her bull.

Then the conversation turned. She spoke quite frankly about Phil and his cock.

“Tell me how much you liked sucking his cock the other morning,” she said.

“I loved it,” I replied.

With each time I recited it, and she made me do it multiple times, the swats got lesser and lesser as my honesty played big in my favor.

“When you suck his cock next time it won’t be for me,” she said, “it will be for your own pleasure, right?”

“Yes honey,” I replied, happily.

“Your ass is completely red,” she said, again reaching between my legs. “Your dick is hard, lean up.”

She placed her finger inside my mouth.
“Can you taste it?” She inquired.

I could, and I could clearly taste myself on her fingers as she ensured they were cleaned by my own saliva.

“Jack yourself off,” she ordered.

Returning to me hands and knees I felt the head of a cock against my open ass-hole.
It’s a familiar feeling.
It was rubber, and slippery.
I recognized it clearly and knew what was next.

After she gently opened it up, and teased me with her fingers and the dong head, she went inside.
And, within one full stroke and exhale, I came in my own hand.
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