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A Day in the Life: Dreams of a Lovely Marriage
Conclusion
As I washed my face clean of make-up in our bathroom, having removed
everything worn except my pretty dark brown pageboy wig, my bottom
radiated both heat and pain from my Mistress' spanking. I allowed
myself a glance at it in the full-length mirror on the inside of the
closed door and thrilled to see how red it was, also noting my cock
extended to its full erective length of five inches. (Even though this
size allowed Marla to humiliate me by referring to it as my "pitiful
little excuse for a man's cock" and make other belittling comments, we
both knew it was of an average size and that it was perfectly
serviceable in bringing her to orgasm when we had "regular"
intercourse.)
Two thoughts were in my mind, one prominent the other in the background.
Both were necessary for Marla and I to relate as and enjoy together my
submission to her as Mistress and Queen. The conscious thought--and it
was immensely exciting to me!--was both what had gone on so far between
us and what would likely complete for us this superb evening together as
Mistress and collared submissive. The other--and I knew Marla had very
purposely stated it--was her recognition and announcement a few minutes
ago that at times in our relationship I was HER strength and that she
depended upon me on occasion, outside our D/s personae and relationship.
That mutual recognition allowed me to dive in to the magnificently
restorative, sustaining, rejuvenative pool of her as my loving and
accepting Mistress/"Mommy" and me as her submissive and loved good
little sissy boy. Note that the currently hugely stressful events on
the job had left my mind. The reality of that situation had not
disappeared, but times like this were essential to me taking
responsibility for handling the reality in a mature, adult way and as
effectively as possible when I later took time to focus on them.
With immense joy and anticipation, I returned to the bedroom, my eyes
submissively lowered and my hands behind my back. My little sissycock
moved and twitched as I daintily walked forward.
"Come, little one," the rich voice of my Lady instructed. "Kneel at my
feet."
Not lifting my eyes from the carpet, I approached where she sat on the
edge of the bed. Upon her command to kneel, I placed myself on my knees
with my eyes on her boots.
Her warm hand firmly gripped my jaw and tilted my head upwards until I
was gazing into the gray of her beautiful, warm, speaking eyes. We
stayed with eyes locked, saying nothing, but communicating with immense
power and intimacy of things that words alone could not convey.
She finally broke the silence: "My sweet little boy."
"Oh, Mommy!" I felt overwhelmed, awash in her love and approval. I lay
my head on her lap and began to lick her fragrant, warm rubber panties.
Soon, I was kissing them and making little moaning sounds.
"Slow down, little boy," Marla said quietly and gently drew me back from
her center. I could see all the signs couples learn about one another
and knew she was as excited as I, but she was in the strong Domina mode,
where I so loved her being and she so loved to be. "First you must add
some clothes and I subtract some." There was a playful little lilt in
her voice.
Gesturing to the chair next to the bedroom door, she showed me her
choice for my dress. I started to get up to put the items on, but she
stopped me with a single word--"Crawl!" and that was the way I reached
the chair. "Now you may stand" came her crisply-voiced direction.
I first drew on a pair of littlegirl white cottom panties and sat to don
the white ankle socks with lace at their tops. My eyes glanced at Marla
as she removed first her boots. Her pretty feet were bare underneath
them.
Next I picked up the sweet little T-shirt, which also was white but had
written across it in colors of the rainbow "Mommy's Sweet Little Sissy
Girl" with brightly colored butterflies and flower blossoms strewn
around the words. I paused in donning it to see Marla gracefully step
out of her rubber panties, revealing her shaved pussy lips. Despite the
years of marriage, never had I failed to marvel at the sexiness of my
wife's pretty pussy. She looked up and grinned at me but gestured for
me to put on the T.
I did so and stroked my hand to the smooth strands of my pageboy, having
taken care in putting on the shirt not to muss my hair. Now I
delicately placed my feet and their ankle socks into my shining patent
maryjanes and was dressed as my Lady wished, a silly little sissy girl
of perhaps six or seven. I waited in the chair with my legs demurely
pressed together and my hands folded in my lap. My cock, positioned
between my (always shaved) bare legs was throbbing with immense
excitement, and my mind was filled with love for this woman, with whom I
felt utterly safe and totally cared for.
Marla focused on stroking citrus-scented wipes from a dispenser over her
feet and toes, then held them out on straight legs in front of her as
they dried, refreshed and clean. Her high arches and painted nails
displayed their beauty. I was stairing at her long, lovely toes when
she giggled and flexed them open, showing the skin between each
thrusting toe. When I glanced up, I saw her smiling eyes on me.
"Crawl to me, little sissy," was her command as she lowered her feet to
the floor.
On my belly, knowing what a sight I made crawling to her in my little
girl finery, I took a small chance and began to worship her feet before
receiving permission or command. However, all I heard from her was a
small sigh of contentment as my tongue and lips began their worship.
Methodically, I covered every available spot with devoted kisses--her
insteps, the tops of her feet, her ankles, her toes. Semi-aware of my
voice, I caught it murmuring between kisses "so pretty, so pretty, so
pretty." Subspace already had claimed me in its delights.
Next I began to lick the areas I had covered with my kisses and pressed
my tongue as far between Mistress' long toes as I could. She was now
making small sounds of delight, and after a time with my tongue lapping
at her feet and toes, she withdrew them as she moved and knelt on the
bed, snapping her fingers and pointing at a spot where I was to join
her.
Myself now kneeling on our bed, I faced the smooth, soft, white skin of
her buttocks and saw her rigid forefinger pointing to where the soles of
her bare feet now presented themselves to my eager gaze. Quickly my
tongue was making long journeys from her heels to the area just before
the hollow where her toes began and her foot proper ended. To lick the
bottoms of my Lady's feet was ecstatically humbling and subservient
--it was a labor of deep love and submission for me.
I next was able to surround much of each of her heels with my mouth,
sucking on them and bathing them with my tongue. Then my thrusting
tongue was lapping in the area between the ball of her foot and the back
of her toes.
After a time of delight for us both, my Mistress Queen and loving mommy
moved onto her back, lifting her feet over my head and, slightly parting
her legs--allowing me a closer view of her sweet center--held her feet
several inches apart and ordered in a firm but emotion-filled voice,
"Suck my toes!"
Here was yet more special delight for me as her willing servant. My
cock tented my littlegirl panties as I took each toe (and eventually all
five of each foot) into my mouth and sucked.
Mistress observed aloud during this time that I obviously was a cock-
sucking sissy and that her toes were like little cocks for me. With my
mouth full of her hard, slim toes, I moaned assent and my worship of her
power. She again spread her toes apart, and I was able to lick and lap
between them. Thus, as she flexed her toes, I put my tongue between,
and, as she let her toes return to closedness, I sucked them. Typical
at this point, Marla began to masturbate, drawing her index finger along
her now wet lips and playing with her erect clit, including pinching it
between her finger and thumb. What a vision for me! How I yearned to
worship her there!
Finally, after it appeared she had had some mini-climaxes, Marla, held
her dripping finger to my lips. "Tell me what you want," she commanded,
easily reading my mind. I of course asked her for permission to suck
her taste and essence off her finger.
A single word came from her lips, and on her face was a look of total
power. "Beg!'
My voice breaking with excitement and desire I pleaded with her for
permission. Describing myself as her sissy, her lowly slut, a silly
little girl, and--finally--"a cock-sucking sissy," I begged to suck her
finger.
When she finally heard me calling myself a cock-sucker, she gave
permission, and I took every bit of delightful girljuice from her
finger.
As I sucked, her hips were twitching, slightly thrusting her pussy up
towards my face, and she at last gave me the command, "Eat me," and
continued it in a kind of litany--"eatmeeatmeeatmeeatme . . ."--as I
laped at her pussy lips and clit, thrust my tongue inside her, and
finally sucked and nibbled at her clit. Then she creamed while pressing
against my mouth and face and screaming, "EATMEEATMEEATMEEATME!"
After she had kept me pressed to her center while she came down from her
climax, she sat up against the headboard and drew me onto her lap.
Removing the rubber garment from her upper torso, she drew my lips to
her breast, and as I nursed at Mommy's nipple, she reached into my
panties and allowed me to thrust into her fist. I came to her low,
gentle voice--"my good little boy, my sweet little sissy, you are such a
good boy for Mommy, Mommy is very pleased with you, my good little
pussy-licker, Mommy loves you."
After she had fed me my cum from her hand and from the inside of my
panties, which she took them off me, we lay pressed to each other and
slept in perfect peace and harmony.
Finis!
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