Don't Worry Dishes

It's quiet in my kitchen, since everyone shot off like a rocket to whatever the hell they do all evening as soon as it began to look like work in here. I really don't mind though, as it's some of the only peaceful time I get to let my mind wander. The steady rush of the steamy water lulls me as I fill the sink, and I begin to breathe, feeling some of the day's tension leave my neck and shoulders.

I take off my wedding ring as I always do during tasks like this, and it catches my attention as I do. I begin thinking about all it represents and our entire journey so far. So many ups and downs over twelve years, and I can't say I'm unhappy, although I do have certain needs that have never been met. You should never have told me you were willing to dominate me if you were never going to. I've taken all of your needs and wants seriously, and you've known from the beginning this was a big one for me. It really hurts that you laugh it off most of the time. I wouldn't leave, but sometimes I retreat into my mind to another life, another version of myself that I can't express with you, another place and time...

I shut off the faucet and stare for a while at the reflective ripple of the water's surface, finding myself becoming first blank, fixated, then my concentration shifts to my inner world. Suddenly I'm no longer in my home at all, but standing near a moonlit lake.

There's a bench here, so I sit down to gaze at the moon on the water. A soft, warm breeze caresses my face, sending my hair lightly fluttering across it. As I tuck it behind my ear, I exhale a deep breath out, relaxing more. I hear night birds calling, and crickets and tree frogs. I sigh, and my thoughts converge onto You. The one who lives in my every maladaptive daydream, and I wish I knew where you were the rest of the time. It's probably a good thing I don't, I might do something reckless and crazy if I did.

I can't resist the urge to wade out into the inviting, gentle waves before me, so I do. I float and watch the moon, letting my thoughts seep from me as I drift over the water. After a while, feeling relaxed and refreshed, I come upright to head for shore. As I do, I feel a pair of strong arms encircle my waist from behind, and I gasp in preparation to scream.

Then I hear it. That voice. The only voice that holds true and complete power over me. Even though You're chuckling at me, I melt into Your arms as you pull me back to the shoreline. I step out of the lake and turn to look at You, wondering how You always manage to look even more breathtakingly gorgeous every time I see You. You look deeply into my eyes and your hand comes up to touch my face, brushing my hair back from it. I could lose myself in those mesmerizing eyes for eternity and it wouldn't be enough. I'd say then I'm Yours, but I always have been.

The look on Your face morphs from sweet but intense to a cheeky smirk that You know has an effect on me. Your hand by my ear snaps and gives the command twice. I drop into Your arms, and You lower me to the bench, Your soothing satin voice talking me down, down, down to our special place. The lake and its sounds now gone, our playroom forming around me in shades of blood red, black, and muted gold accents and lights. I sink naked to my knees and look at You expectantly, waiting... as You wait for me until I have time to be here, to submit to You.

After quite a while of just staring at me with a slight smile on your perfectly shaped lips, You order me to stand in the middle of the room and I rush to comply. You grab my hands, Your fingers grazing my sides as You bring them up to the cuffs attached to the carabiner above. You click the cuffs on slowly, looking into my soul as You do with a heat that nearly incinerates me on the spot. My breath hitches, my arousal growing like an out of control wildfire. You saunter behind me, out of sight, and I can hear things being shuffled around. Then silence, maddening in its stillness.

I begin to squirm after some time, anticipation only elevating my arousal. I'd try looking around for You, but I know that would displease You, the opposite of what I want to do. So if it pleases You to make me wait, squirm, and want, that's exactly what I'll do, for as long as You will it.

Finally, I hear Your footfalls approaching me. My heart sets a frantic beat, and more wetness coats my thighs at just the proximity of You. I know, I've got it so damned bad, and I'd not change a thing about it. You come into my line of sight, holding one of my favorites, a crop and flogger combo. I visibly shudder, wanting so badly what it appears You intend to give me. The worst thing would be if You walked away and put it back without using it. But that's not for me to decide at all, as I'm fully under Your power oh so willingly. You're standing in front of me with a most amused grin, rapping it against Your hand.

As suddenly as it appeared, the grin leaves Your face and is replaced by a smoldering look of serious, lethal intensity. This is the look an Apex predator may give its prey right before it consumes it, so why the fuck is it only making me wetter?! Yes, I am aware that I have zero sense of self preservation in this. And no, I don't give a damn.

The flogger starts moving in Your expert hands, landing with just the right speed and intensity, in all the right spots of course. It's impressive that You can keep each strike random, no clear pattern emerging, though more attention is definitely paid to the rare spots that really make me gasp.

By the time You flip it around and begin with the crop, I'm panting not from pain but from intense arousal and frustration. The flogger may as well be a feather to me, even if I like it. The level of pain I need far exceeds this, and You well know it. Just as I know that's by design. But I'm not going to beg. Yet. Even if You're making me really want to.

It's hard to decide if the crop is more or less frustrating. It definitely has a sharper sting, but that only highlights further how not enough it is. But ohhh, the way You use it, the dangerous intensity on Your face is a work of art to behold. I keep my pathetic begging in just so I can continue to observe it, feeling so lucky that I can. I am utterly spellbound by You in Your element.

You stop abruptly, gazing at me with such powerful need that it would knock me right over were I not bound so. My need for You heightens to the point of pain, both physical and cutting me down to the core of my being. I can feel You pulsing through my veins, and I no longer exist for any other purpose but to be Yours. I've never been more wholly owned, and it feels like... home, yet so much more somehow.

I can see so clearly the evidence of Your arousal, and my mouth and pussy moisten even further in acute yearning. I want that thick, hard cock wherever You want to put it, and it doesn't look like You're going to deny either of us much longer. I want to beg so badly, but I can't seem to get any words out.

You take off Your shirt, throwing it to the side, and I watch with eager anticipation as You ever so slowly unzip Your pants, Your cock springing free as soon as there's room. My hungry gaze latches onto it, and I realize all too late that I am positively drooling. You step close to me, tipping my chin up with Your fingertips and gazing deeply into my eyes. Your voice is soft and low with that growl that destroys me when You say, "Remember that I love you, good girl. Because I'm about to fuck you like I don't. Now look in these eyes as I take You. By the time I'm done with you, you'll never forget or doubt who owns you."

I stare helplessly into Your eyes as Your big hands slip behind my knees, pulling my legs up but leaving my hands bound above me. I am utterly lost in my submission, reveling in the complete lack of control You have that I don't. I didn't want it anyway. Since I met You, You're all I've wanted.

I feel the hot, hard head of Your cock press against me for a brief second before You slam the full length of it into me. My eyes roll and my head drops back as You set a slow, deep, pounding pace. You tell me to wrap my legs around You and hold on, and I do it eagerly, without any hesitation. Your hands glide up my neck, lingering in my hope that You'll choke me, but they move on to the back of my head, fisting in my hair and yanking it roughly back, exposing my neck to You even more. I feel Your full, soft lips on the left side of my neck before You suck, hard, then bite, even harder.

My pussy clenches yet tighter around Your cock at that and I moan loud and long, which seems to have an effect on You, as You start pounding me faster, harder, deeper. I feel Your nails digging into my back and clawing down before tracing their way around to my breasts. You cup them, squeezing them not gently at all but never too hard. Your fingertips and thumbs clamp down on my nipples, pinching hard and pulling before you twist them, making me tremble violently and cry out.

I can feel my orgasm building, quickly, as You fuck me deeply and with all the brutality You know I crave. You notice and remind me, "Not till I say, pet." It takes all of my focus to delay cumming on Your perfect cock but I manage it, just. Your strokes become frenzied and You moan, devastating me further.

"Yes, Master, use me!" I moan loudly. I can feel You pulsing and throbbing deep inside me and I know You're close, but I can't hold out much longer. "Pleeeease Master may I cum?" I beg breathlessly.

"You will NOT cum until I tell you, pet!" You growl sharply. I'm whimpering and squirming, trying so hard to withhold it when You all but yell, "Cum for Master! Give it to me, good girl!"

I shatter around You, screaming, "It's YOURS Master! I am Yours!" You bury yourself deep inside me, Your orgasm in perfect time with mine. I am lost, drifting in the safe, secure feeling of being cradled in Your strong arms as You release my bonds and carry me to the bed, wrapping me up with You. I am whole, cherished, replete, and I want to stay here always, breathing in Your scent with my head on Your chest as I come down.

I hear a sharp crash and the sound of something shattering. Disoriented, I look around at... my kitchen, and the coffee cup I just dropped. When did I even pick that up, I wonder. My heart sinks at the realization that I'm back here, and my tears fall to the floor as I clean up the mess I've just made. Defeated, I go to bed in the hopes of returning to my dreams, to You, huffing over my shoulder as I go, "Don't worry dishes, nobody's doing me either."