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For those who have read my By the Sea stories and enjoyed them, the
following series may please also. It finds the loving couple at home
after their seaside vacation. Comments and observations--both praise
and instruction--always are welcome. toy aka searic
Post-Sea Saga
Back to the mundane workaday world, my lovely wife-Mistress and I were
careful to keep active the intense fulfillment and just plain fun of
our D/s life. This could range from an entire weekend of play,
beginning with my coming home Friday night to find my love naked except
for a strap on and boots with any of a variety of sissy or slut outfits
laid out for me, to something as simple as being instructed to wear a
butt plug during work or all day Saturday.
We were active in local munches and at playparties, with occasional
getaways to events and there also were vanilla times of movies, going
out to eat and time with straight friends and our grown kids.
Coming home from a late breakfast one lazy Saturday afternoon, my wife
asked me to get us wine and indicated she wanted to talk with me.
Handing her burgundy along with a kiss, I sank down at her feet against
the couch where she sat. We had both gotten naked, as we often did at
home and she placed one of her feet on my thigh with a smile. The toes
were lovely in glossy gray polish, a color that matched her eyes. The
polish had been carefully applied, a task of love that I was permitted
to perform regularly on my knees at my Mistress' feet.
"You know," said I looking up, "your feet are so pretty. They're as
lovely as the rest of you."
"Thank you, sweetie," she purred and flexed her long, slim toes,
spreading them out and apart. That never failed to drive me wild, and
my cock sprang to life as I knelt forward and covered her feet and toes
with kisses.
She gave a little shudder of delight, but her voice was steady as she
spoke. "You know, lover, how we've talked about me and another guy?"
I sat up from her foot. "Yes." My voice was neutral, my mind suddenly
filled with a whirl of half-formed images and conflicting feelings. I
sensed that this conversation was different from those that had taken
place en scene, including the last one on our recent vacation.
"I want to talk about really doing it." She was looking directly at me,
her foot resting gently on my thigh. Her expression was subtle, a blend
of seriousness, tenderness, and excitement. She confirmed the latter--
"Thinking about it makes me wet."
"I know it does," I said. "I like for you to be wet and I like to help
you be wet. I love you."
"And I love you," she answered, "so much. You know I never would want
really to hurt you." Her arms opened, and I moved up into them. She
held me tight, stroking my hair.
"I want to try this, Cathy," I told her, my face close to her sweet
breasts. I'm scared, but I want us to do this."
"Oh, babe," she breathed. "Thank you! I think this could be so hot--for
both of us!"
"Yes," I agreed. "It could make us so tight--it could be so intense and
bring us so close."
"It could! It could!" Her voice was excited but not merely sexually.
Oh, how I love you, sweetie! You are so brave and so good to me!"
"There's no one I could even imagine being with but you, Cath." It felt
almost like we were merging into one another, the feeling was so
intense and our closeness so real. At times like this everything seemed
to come together--love, kink, peace, sex... everything.
We both needed this deepening of kink on a number of levels, including
the very deepest. She needed it--not just for the sensual pleasure to
be afforded but also to increase her sense of power and control over me
and being loved that deeply by me. The fact that it emphatically was
immensely challenging for me or any man (or woman) to submit to such a
humiliation, an act so productive of insecurity, violation, and flat-
out fear, something that went against the "normal" view of love and
marriage made this one of the most intense and soul-shaking experiences
I could imagine. It objectified fear and had the potential to exorcize
it.
Yes, I wanted and needed to be cuckolded, but beneath the huge desire,
I also felt terrified. However, the eagerness and excitement to be
actually planning my own cuckolding with her was stronger at this point
than the fear. We finally were ready; our love and trust allowed it.
She had decided.
Fully my Mistress now, she drew back, settling herself on the couch,
pointed me back to the floor, and took a deep breath. Brushing her hair
back, she watched as I moved to the floor, sitting cross-legged in
front of her. With a pretty little pout and a sparkle in her eyes she
gravely announced, "Now my little sissy, we need to think."
"Yes, Mistress." I happily composed myself to listen to her ideas,
content to let her lead while knowing she would allow, listen to and
consider any thoughts I might offer and answer any questions I had.
This woman was strong and wonderfully creative, and her forcing me to
stretch but never impossibly far was one of multitude of things about
her that bonded me to her with overwhelming and unbreakable force.
My cock was hardening, and, with a giggle, she reached out a foot and
stroked it with her toes. "There's the problem," she said, the laughing
face taking on a sneering look. "Remind me of the problem!" she
ordered.
"We need to find someone who can please you," I said, my eyes downcast.
She slapped my stiff cock with her bare foot. "Please me how?" she
demanded. She kicked me and it hurt.
"With his cock." My voice was low and faltering. I felt so embarrassed
and inadequate. "Make you come."
"Why can't you make me come?" she continued inexorably. (Oh, how we
both loved this. I knew she was wet.) "You're my husband. Aren't
husbands supposed to fuck their wives and fill them up with hard cock?"
She put her toes under my chin and lifted my head up so I was looking
into her eyes. "Why can't you please me?"
My eyes were filled with tears. What was happening was immensely
intense as my humiliation and hurt was matched by an overwhelming sense
of closeness with and love for this woman. "Because my cock is too
little," I answered.
"Oh, my yes, it is." Her voice now had lightened and she was grinning.
"I can't even feel a little thing like that,"--she glanced at my penis,
hard and pulsing with excitement--"no woman could. You're not even a
man with that pathetic little dick. What is a man with a little dick, a
man who can't please a woman called?"
I knew the required answer. "A pussy."
"So what are you?"
"A pussy," I answered, beginning to cry softly. "I'm a pathetic little
pussy, a useless little pussy."
"You most certainly are," she confirmed. You look like a pussy,
especially when that ridiculous little girlie cock of yours is in
panties. What a silly little sissy you are." She laughed and prodded me
with her toes.
"Yes, Ma'am," I know I'm a silly little sissy. Thank you for reminding
me."
"Um-hmm," she giggled. "And you know what? You smell like a pussy, too,
especially after you've eaten me out, and I've wiped my twat all over
your face."
"Oh, YES, Ma'am!" The lust and excitement won out and I wallowed in my
humiliation and submission to this incomparable woman. "I love smelling
like pussy and having your juices all over my face. Please remind me of
what a pussy I am. Please let me be your little pussy!"
"Oh, sweetie," her voice was tender and very, very real. You are my
pussy, and you always will be. I never want anyone but you." Then
quietly, simply, "I love you."
She joined me on the floor, and we held each other, kissing and
caressing. Gently, she positioned me on my back and straddled me,
lowering her wet, soft, warm pussy. At first, she simply stroked the
length of her lips along my penis, licking my lips and darting her
tongue into my mouth. I arched upwards, but she was in control and
would decide when she would engulf me.
"Sweet boy, good boy," she murmured. "You are my good boy."
We were kissing, and I was stroking her back and her buttocks but not
pulling, not trying to control her, this queen whom I served.
Finally, she lowered herself and took me into her. She drew up and
moved down on my cock, again and again. Her tightness was like a warm
velvet glove, and I threw back my head in ecstasy as she plunged me
deeply into the center of her being. It felt so good to be fucked by
her.
She came first, screaming her delight, her face a rictis of pleasure
and pain. She continued to stroke me with her pussy, and finally I felt
my cock tighten and then shoot my come deep inside her. She collapsed
onto me, and I felt my come slowly drain out from her onto my penis and
down around my balls. We were silent with no need for words. I held her
close, feeling for the moment an utter contentment.
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