A Weekend with my Mistress

I met my Mistress five months ago. I was looking for someone to date and have fun with, friends with benefits. I was not looking for a Mistress, a year and a half ago, I escaped a very abusive BDSM relationship. Well, an abusive relationship disguised as a BDSM relationship. I was gun-shy and afraid to let anyone have any kind of control over me again. I still will not allow someone to control me financially, and I have no intention of moving in with anyone anytime soon. I am a full-time student and I work, I want to take the time to truly heal and move on from the abuse I endured for the last fifteen years. But then I met Mistress, she too was only looking for a friends with benefits situation, but when the stars align, well, who can resist fate? So, this story is based on my relationship with my Mistress. We do not live together; this is a long-distance relationship, and we are comfortable with this for now. Mistress lives in a small town in a very rural area, I live in a bigger city about three hours away from her. Mistress has a beautiful dog. We will call her Roan in this story. All names other than the dog's (which has been changed) have been omitted to protect identities. Over the last few months, the relationship has evolved into a power exchange relationship. When I am with my Mistress, I wear a collar in her home, it is a martingale style collar with a chain that hangs loosely around my neck so she can pull it tight whenever she wants to get my attention. This almost always sends a sensation to my groin and causes an orgasm. When we are not in her home, or a hotel room, I wear a day collar, a simple chain with an O ring attached, which is permanently fixed around my neck with no clasp to allow for removal. Mistress collared me two months after we met. Mistress has tasked me with journaling my desires and thoughts so she can know what is going on inside my head. She tasked me with this because I have a hard time vocalizing my desires. I am sharing my journal entries here for others to enjoy, with permission, of course. Any comments or suggestions for the stories are welcome. I appreciate that you have taken the time to read my story. This is just a story.

Mistress is taking things a lot slower than I wish she would, but at the end of the day, she is the Mistress, and I am the submissive. Mistress is a caregiver, she is not a sadist, but enjoys making me feel good, and I am a masochist so she caters to that need I have. She is a lot gentler than I would like, but as she reads my journal entries and gets to know what my needs are, she is gaining the confidence to take care of my needs. I feel safe with my Mistress; she takes really good care of me in all ways, not just sexually. I fell easily and quickly in love with her. Alright, enough background, here is the story:

I took the afternoon off to come to your house and surprise you. You were expecting me tonight, but not until later. I stopped at the grocery store to pick up the ingredients for your favorite meal. I get to your house around 4:30, drop my bags in your room, and the groceries on the kitchen table. I play with Roan for a few minutes until she settles down and goes back outside. Now I go into your room to change into something more comfortable, my collar, a tank-top, and baggy shorts, find some music on my phone, and put in my AirPods to listen. Now, to assemble the ingredients into a meal.

You pull into the carport, seeing my car in its spot. Smiling, you put the truck in park, gather your things, and walk up the steps to the front door, not knowing what to expect when you walk into your house. The house is quiet, and you don't see me or Roan in the living room. You put your things away and hear a noise in the kitchen, so you walk back to the kitchen to see me at the sink washing dishes, shaking my hips to an unheard beat, you see the AirPods in my ears and realize I don't know you're home. You saunter up behind me and place your hands on my hips, press your pelvis into my ass and kiss my neck. I shudder at the contact but lean back into you rolling my head to one side giving you more access to my skin. You reach up and remove the earbud from my right ear, "What are you listening to?" you ask.

"Billie Eilish," I respond, turning around in your arms so I can look at you. I smile, "Can I kiss you?" I ask. You respond by pressing your lips against mine, exploring my mouth with your tongue. I melt into you letting my tongue dance with yours. My phone beeps and I jump. "Oh! I gotta pull dinner out of the oven!" I say as you step back so I can stop the timer on my phone.

I pull the dish out of the oven and place it on the stove top, it's the five cheese baked ziti, your favorite dish to order from Olive Garden. "Smells delicious," you say looking at the dish on the stove. "I could get used to coming home to a home cooked meal every night," you tease. I smile at you.

"They say the way to someone's heart is through the stomach," I tease back.

You tug on the chain around my throat, "I'm not hungry for food right now," you say quietly. "Bedroom, now." I immediately obey and slowly walk to the bedroom awaiting more instructions, you are close on my heels. "Take off your clothes, slowly," you command and I quietly obey, stepping out of my flip-flops, removing my shorts then shirt until I am standing in front of you naked, legs shoulder width apart and hands clasped behind my back, looking towards the floor. "Good girl," you breathe, enjoying the sight before you. You take the chain around my neck and lead me to the foot of the bed, then place your hand on my shoulder and apply slight pressure, "Knees," I immediately drop to my knees, my hands still behind my back, you take a foot and spread my knees apart so you can see all of me. Biting your lip you stand there and look at me for a moment appreciating my obedience.

You walk to the bedside table and pull out the items you plan on using: vibrating butt plug, dildo for the strap, handcuffs, blind fold, gag. You then walk to the closet and pull out the flogger and the harness for the strapon. You place them neatly at the foot of the bed just out of my view. "Breathe" you order and I take a deep breath in and slowly let it out. You reach down and run your fingers through my hair, it's getting longer, but desperately needs to be cut and shaped so it looks better as it grows out. You make a mental note to ask me to get it cut and if I would like an appointment with your stylist. You want me to look and feel my best all the time. Now you reach for the blindfold and place it around my eyes, then secure the gag around my mouth. "Stand," you command, and again I comply immediately. You take my hands and bring them around in front of me, place the handcuff keys around my neck, enjoying how they rest between my breasts, then secure the handcuffs around my wrists. I carefully breathe in and out, trying to calm my excitement. I enjoy being at your mercy. You raise my hands until they are behind my head and secure the handcuffs to my collar at the base of my neck. Then you spread my elbows so my arms are open wide, you then take your foot and spread my feet wider. Still appreciating my obedience, you think to yourself, this is going to be an excellent weekend. You reach down to my pussy to feel how wet I am, dripping wet, slowly you stick two fingers inside of me enjoying the feeling of the wetness coating your fingers. My breath hitches at the intrusion and my pussy tightens around your fingers. You pull them out of me and circle my clit until my body begins to shake, it doesn't take long before the orgasm starts to build, you lean over and take my left breast into your mouth, sucking and biting intending to leave one of many marks on my body. With the contact of your mouth on my breast, my body starts to shake, getting closer to orgasm. I am so close, you reach up with your other hand, closing your fingers around my throat, and I am done, my body explodes, and my knees start to buckle, but I remain upright.

You slowly remove your fingers from my body and stick them in your mouth. "Are you ok?" You ask once you have licked your fingers clean. I nod, unable to speak because of the ball in my mouth. Not giving me time to recover from the orgasm, you take the flogger and slap it across my breasts, moving down to my belly then quickly up and against my pussy. My body shudders at the contact, and I moan you move around to my back and start striking my shoulders, ass, and thighs hitting me harder with each blow. My mind instantly goes blank, I'm just feeling, lost in the pain and pleasure. You continue stricking me, moving around me in a slow circle so you are hitting me on the breasts, stomach, pussy, shoulders, sides, ass and thighs. Each blow is hard and fast, but I am not using my words, so you remind me I struggle, but say "green," so you continue hitting me harder and harder. Finally you hit my ass and drop the flogger, you look at me all over and my skin is red, to red. "Are you ok?" You ask, concerned that I have not said red yet, I nod vigorously and struggle to say green again. I wonder why you have stopped. You reach down again, touching my pussy and are satisfied when you feel that I am even wetter than before, it is dripping down my legs. "Put your legs on the board," you command, and I kneel on the board at the foot of the bed. The bed is a platform bed with sideboards running around three sides and a padded headboard. Arms still behind my head. You like the sight of my ass in the air and decide that if I can breathe properly you are going to leave my hands behind my head. "Can you breathe?" you ask, and I struggle to nod, but I can breathe just fine.

Again you put two fingers inside my pussy and start to slowly fuck me, not to get me off but the gather as much of the wetness as you can. Once your fingers are coated, you remove your fingers and trace them up to my ass and put one inside of me and start to fuck my ass slowly. I moan and arch my back, pushing against you, and you add another finger, stretching me. You continue to fuck me until you feel me relax enough to add a third finger, then you really start to fuck me, harder. You take the jeweled butt plug into your other hand, and right before I start to cum, you remove your fingers and quickly slide the lubed up butt plug into my ass. Before I realize what is going on the butt plug is vibrating in my ass and I am cumming, crying out around the gag in my mouth.

You press your pelvis up against my ass, rubbing the soft denim of your jeans against my reddened skin, I grind my ass against you wanting more. You reach up and remove the gag from my mouth. "Beg." You command, "if you want me to fuck you, you're going to beg me for it."

"Please, Mistress, please fuck me, hard. I'll do anything, please," I beg. You then tell me to get on my knees on the floor in front of you, and I comply. I want to be good. Removing the blind fold, you slowly take your clothes off while I watch. My mouth is open, god, you look so good. You put the dildo in the harness and slide it up your legs, and secure the straps tightly around your hips. You're standing right in front of me, the dildo even with my face, "suck," you command and I open my mouth and lean forward to take the dildo in my mouth. Looking up at you I move my head back and forth on the dildo, you turn up the butt plug, enjoying the sight of my body shaking at the change in my ass as you place your hand behind my head and move against my mouth, pushing the dildo deeper into my mouth. Holding my head in place with the dildo pressing against the back of my throat until I gag. You pull the dildo out until just the tip is in my mouth, then shove it back down my throat, again holding my head still until I gag. You repeat this until you see my body start to shake, it doesn't take much to make me cum, you know I like to choke on it. Once the dildo is dripping wet and the silva is running out of the corner of my mouth you pull it out of my mouth and tell me to kneel on the board again, you then grab my hips and line the dildo up with my opening and roughly slam inside of my pussy. You fuck me hard and fast I cum quickly but you don't let up. You're going to fuck me senseless. Again and again I cry out and cum over and over again. Finally, I cry out "red!" I can't take anymore, my body is shaking all over and the wetness is dripping out of my pussy around the dildo. You become still inside of me, reach over for the remote and turn off the butt plug. I collapse onto the bed, and you lie down gently on top of me. My body is not ready to release the dildo, and you don't want to hurt me. "Breathe," you coax gently, stroking my hair. You see tears on my face, "Are you ok?" I nod, words escaping me. Finally, you pull out of me and remove the harness, discarding it at the foot of the bed, you crawl up the bed and pull me up to you, and wrap your arms around me. I lay my head on your chest, tears falling silently from my eyes. 'Are you sure you're ok?" You say concerned you took it too far this time.

"Yes, it was just a lot of sensation," I say, looking you in the eyes, I desperately want you to know I feel safe with you. You kiss my forehead and hold me close.

I lay my head on your chest, and after a few minutes, my breathing changes, slows, and becomes deeper. You know I've fallen asleep. You look down at me, the sheet is pulled up to around my mid-back. You move the sheet to get a better look at my skin, it is still red and you can see stripes from the flogger. Frustrated, you think to yourself you took it too far and wonder why I did not use my safe word. You plan on talking to me about it when I wake up, but for now, you just hold me.

After about twenty minutes, I stir; I feel stiff, but I am not in pain. I look up at you and see a look on your face I cannot decipher. "What's wrong?" I ask, concerned.

You look down at me and ask, "Why didn't you use the safe word?"

"I did," I respond, confused.

"Not when I was flogging you.

"Oh, well, I didn't need to," I respond, confused.

"Your skin is still red, and I think you may be bruised," you tell me.

"Oh, I have something for that. Can you put it on me?"

Now you are really confused, but when I start moving to get off the bed, you relax your arm. I stand up and walk over to my backpack and start digging through it until I find the arnica cream. I take the tube out of the box and bring it back over to the bed, and climb back in with you. "This stuff really works. I've used it before."

"And you just keep it in your backpack?" You exclaim, still trying to keep your voice steady.

"Well, yes," I respond. "I was hoping I would need it. I like it when you flog me, the harder the better." I respond, not meeting your eyes now. I am nervous I have upset you somehow, but I really enjoyed the flogging, so I am confused. You take the cream from my hand, and I lie face down on the bed next to you so you can apply the cream.

"I told you before that I was not comfortable leaving marks on your body, just your breasts."

"I was lost in the feeling, please don't be mad. I really enjoyed it." You start putting the cream on my back, ass, and thighs.

"Well, I'll be more careful next time," you say pensively and watch as my body deflates. I am disappointed, I liked the flogging; it was amazing. I don't know how to convey that to you, so I decided that when you are sleeping tomorrow morning, I'll write you a letter. It's easier to get my thoughts out when I am writing rather than speaking sometimes. "There you go, all better?" You ask.

"It was good before, but this should prevent soreness later," I respond, taking the cream from you and setting it on the board next to my pillow on the bed. I sit up and look at you, meeting your eyes this time. You are looking at my body, making sure I don't need the cream on the front of my body. You are satisfied that I don't, the only mark on my breast is the one you left with your mouth. You are concerned and frustrated, but decide to let it pass for now.

"Let's have dinner, get dressed in what you were wearing when I got home," you command. You slowly stand up and walk to the end of the bed, where you put on a white tank-top and some comfy shorts. You slide your feet into your slides and turn to watch me get dressed.

I pull my shorts on first, then the shirt over my head and slide my arms through, and pull the hem of the shirt down, adjusting it until it is comfortable on my skin. My brain is spinning, spiraling. I know you are upset, but I don't know how to fix it. I am confused because I enjoyed everything you did, but I am sorry you didn't, and you are upset. "Get out of your head, it's my job to worry, not yours," you command, seeing the spiral on my face.

I look into your face for a moment, and see that you have calmed down, at least externally, so I try. "Yes, Mistress," I respond, looking down. You walk over to me, take my chin in your hand, and pull my face to yours so you can kiss me. I kiss you back eagerly. You taste good, you feel good against my body. I want to pull you close so badly, but I keep my hands at my side. You release me, and look into my eyes, searching. You move away and open the door, and lead me to the kitchen. I stand in the doorway, watching you as you get the pasta bowls down and a serving spoon to serve the pasta into the bowls. Quietly, you hand me the spoon and ask, "Do you want wine with dinner?"

"Yes, please!" I say enthusiastically. I really enjoy the wine. I spoon out some pasta into the bowls and grab a couple of forks from the dish drainer and place them into the bowls. Grabbing a couple of paper towels, I turn around to see you uncorking the wine, so I reach into the cabinet for the wine glasses and set them on the kitchen table so you can pour the wine. Once the wine is poured, you pull the chair out and sit down at the kitchen table, I follow your example, watching you. I sip my wine as you taste the pasta.

"Mmmmm, this is good," you tell me after taking your first bite. "Like I said, I could really get used to this."

"I am glad you like it!" I respond enthusiastically, looking at you. "It's not that hard to make, and I like cooking for you." We finish dinner quietly, I am looking at my bowl, and you are watching me carefully. When we finish eating, I take the bowls to the sink and quickly wash them and put them in the dish drainer. Once I finish washing the dinner dishes and you have refilled the glasses with wine, and you lead me to the living room. You sit down on the couch, and I sit next to you. I am impatient, I want to go back to the bedroom and fuck you, but we sit on the couch together instead. You put on a movie and I lay my head on your chest. You put your arm around me, and my body relaxes; I melt into you. Inevitably, I fall asleep again. I am just so comfortable in your arms. After the movie is over, you adjust, and I wake.

"Tired?" You muse at me.

"Not anymore." I smile. "Can I fuck you now?" I ask with a coy smile on my face.

"I suppose," you respond. Your body is aching, you need to be fucked. "Naked, and on your knees in the bedroom." You command. I stand up, draining the glass of wine. I walk to the kitchen and place it on the sink, then go to the bedroom to follow your instructions. My body is stiff from lying on you, so as I undress, I stretch for a minute before getting to my knees at the foot of the bed. I am excited, I can't wait to taste you.

After a few minutes, you walk into the bedroom to see me kneeling at the foot of the bed, naked except for my collar. "Good girl," you say quietly. You walk over to the bedside table and grab the toys you want me to use on you: the pink vibrator and the new toy, a black double-ended dildo.

You come to stand between me and the bed and sit down to take your clothes off. I keep my eyes turned down towards my knees, desperately wanting to watch, but I know my place. Once you are naked, disguarding your clothes at the foot of the bed, you put your feet on the board, lean forward and grab the chain around my neck and pull me towards your pussy. "You may touch me," you say as you lay back and spread your lips apart to give me access to your pussy. I wrap my arms around your hips and lean into your pussy gently starting to lick and suck your clit. You wrap your legs around me, resting your feet on my back, locking me in place, in my happy place. I use the flat of my tongue to lick your opening, tasting just how wet you are, gathering some of the wetness on my tongue I start to lick your clit again, flicking my tongue over the tip and circling your clit before I suck it into my mouth again, gently. "Put your fingers inside of me," you command quietly. I disengage my right arm from around your hip and adjust so I can put two fingers inside of you. You put your feet on the board and spread your knees wider, giving me access to you. Slowly, I lick your opening, then put two fingers inside of you gently. "Now rub my g spot," I curl my fingers inside of you, rubbing your g spot without moving my hand in and out of you. I continue to lick and suck your clit. Sucking you hard into my mouth, biting down gently and flicking my tongue over the tip. "Mmmm," you moan as I start to move my fingers in and out of you, gently massaging your G-spot with every thrust in and out of you. You let me fuck you, sucking and licking your clit, and just before you are about to cum, you hand me the pink vibrator. I remove my hand from your pussy to take the vibrator from you. Looking into your eyes, I stick the vibrator into my mouth and sucking on it for a minute, getting it wet. I turn it on and place it on your clit, rubbing up and down then side to side, "Put it inside me," and I comply gently sliding the vibrator into your body. "Now, fuck me and eat me," you command. I start to move the vibrator in and out of you and start licking your clit again. I am licking you up and down, then circling your clit with my tongue as I slowly move the vibrator in and out of you. I continue this for a few minutes, I look up at you and you are watching me, "Fuck me!" You command, I can hear in your voice that you are close, your body is tense. "Make me cum."

I lean back and replace my tongue with my thumb and start to rub fast while I move the vibrator in and out of you hard and fast. "Yes, yes" I hear you breathe, you're close. "Don't stop," you command, so I maintain my pace, fucking you hard and fast while moving my thumb around and around your clit. Your body explodes, but I don't stop, fucking you through the orgasm, once your body relaxes I slow until I hear you tell me to stop moving. I lay my head on your thigh and blow gently against your exposed clit. You shudder, so I stop. "Come here," you command, opening your arms so you can hold me. I lay my head on your chest, my hand keeping the vibrator in your pussy, until you are ready to remove it. I look up at you, you are looking at the ceiling, carefully breathing slowly in and out. Finally, you reach down and move my hand so you can remove the vibrator, gently push me away, and move up to lay your head on the pillows.

I sit up on my knees, looking at you, waiting for instructions. You grab the black, double-ended dildo and hand it to me. "I want you to fuck me with this," you command, so I slowly put the end I am going to put into you in my mouth, getting it wet. Then I gently spread your lips so I have access to your opening and slide the dildo inside of you. You take the remote and find a setting that you like, it starts to vibrate. "Now, fuck me again, slowly." I climb on top of you, taking the dildo and sliding it into my pussy. I adjust my legs on either side of you, squeezing you tight with my thighs, and slowly start to move up and down on the dildo.

I am sitting up right so you can see all of me, god, this feels so good. I feel the dildo vibrating inside of me, I continue to slide up and down on the dildo, riding you slowly. Your hands find my hips to control the rhythm. My body starts to build, I reach down and find your breasts with my hands and start to play with your nipples, both pleasing you and keeping myself upright. I am trying to control myself so we cum at the same time, but I fail miserably. My body explodes and I cum you keep moving my hips up and down, reaching around with your hand to rub my clit while I cum. Slowly, I start to calm down and continue to fuck you, you're getting close now, I place my hands on either side of your shoulders and continue to fuck you. You grit your teeth and tell me not to stop so I maintain my rhythm, fucking you slow and hard. Your body explodes with pleasure. Enjoying the look of ecstasy on your face, I wrap my arms around your shoulders and continue to fuck you through your orgasm. Your hips are meeting me thrust for thrust, your body jerks and shudders, and the orgasm rips through your body. Finally, you become still underneath me, and I stop moving. Remaining on top of you, I sit back, and eventually, you open your eyes to look at me. "Take the dildo out of me, and clean me up, but do not touch my clit." You command. Gently, I lift myself off the dildo and move down between your legs. Now, carefully, I take the end of the dildo that was inside of me into my mouth to suck it clean. You watch, your breath hitching as you smile. Once the dildo is clean, I remove the end from your body and again take it into my mouth, cleaning your wetness from the toy. Again, once it is clean, I put it to the side and start to lick your lips and your opening, licking the wetness off of you. God, you taste so good, I can taste myself on you, and this turns me on. My body tenses as pleasure races through my body, starting at my pussy. "Cum," you command as you grab the chain around my neck and pull me closer to your body, and another orgasm rips through my body. "Good girl," you tell me, "now come here," I crawl up your body and lie down next to you. My head is on the pillow, and I am lying on my back next to you, my body quivering. You prop yourself up on your elbow to look down at me, my legs slightly spread open, and I am exposed to you. You gently caress my breasts and lean in to kiss me, tasting us on my tongue. My body quivers at your touch, my nerve endings electrified. "I think you've had enough for tonight," you tell me as you lie back down on the pillow. I adjust my body so I am lying on top of you, head on your chest, and arm around your waist. You hold me close and kiss my forehead. "You were a really good girl this evening. It was a good surprise to come home to you."

"Mmmmm, I am glad you enjoyed it, Mistress," I say, sleepy now.

I stir and open my eyes. The room is dimly lit from the muted sunlight coming through the blinds. I look over at you, there is a peaceful look on your face. You're breathing deep, eyes closed. Still asleep, I think. I watch you sleep for a few minutes before standing up, putting on my shirt, shorts, and flip-flops so that I can go to the bathroom. I quietly re-enter the room to see your eyes open, looking at me. "Good morning, Mistress, can I get you some coffee?" I ask.

"Yes, that would be nice," you respond with a slight smile on your face.

Trying not to bounce on my toes, I'm excited, I like it when I get to do things for you. I step out of the bedroom again to make your coffee. After putting my cup on the Keurig and starting my own coffee, I carry yours back into the bedroom for you. You smile at me and take the coffee from my hands. "What's for breakfast?" You ask.

"Waffles and bacon," I respond.

You look at me with a puzzled expression, "I don't have any frozen waffles and I don't have a waffle maker, or bacon," you muse at me.

"I brought a waffle maker with me, along with waffle mix and some bacon, Mistress." I smile back at you. You just shake your head at me. I am really trying not to bounce on my toes now, I slept good and I am in a really good mood this morning. I step into the kitchen and set up the waffle maker, put a skillet on the stove, turn on the burner, and set up the bacon for frying. Now I add creamer to my coffee and take a sip before locating a mixing bowl and whisk for the waffles.

I am just adding the last of the mix to the waffle maker when I turn around and see you watching me from the doorway. "Coming home to dinner already made, great sex, and now breakfast. I am never going to let you leave here." You smile at me.

I blush, but respond, "Hungry?"

"Not really, but I'll have half a waffle and a couple pieces of bacon," you respond. Mildly surprised because you don't normally eat breakfast, I make your plate and set it on the kitchen table so you can dress your waffle the way you want. You sit down at your plate and watch me as I finish making the last waffle and set my place across from you. Quietly, because you are not a morning person, we eat our breakfast. "Go shower, and dress, we're going into town today. Do you want a haircut?" You ask me, as you reach up to remove my collar so I can shower.

A little surprised, "Yes, I do, Mistress," I respond. You nod at me and pick up your phone. I've been dismissed, so I place the dishes in the sink and go to the shower. I intended to do the dishes when we finished breakfast, but that was not in the instructions you gave.

We go to town, I get my hair cut, we run a few errands, and have lunch. After lunch, we stop at the grocery store so you can pick up a few things for dinner tomorrow night and things you need for the rest of the week. On the way back to your house, I fall asleep, listening to the music playing from your truck speakers. I wake just before we pull into your carport. "Have a good nap?" You ask, and I nod in response, a little disoriented from sleeping. We carry groceries and other things that we picked up in town today into the house, and I start taking things out of the bags to help you put away. I smile. I like helping you. "Hungry?" You ask, "You've only eaten twice today."

"Not really, but I'll eat an apple," I respond, knowing that I have to eat something. I get out a knife, and you hand me a paper plate and an apple. I cut up the apple and put some peanut butter on each slice, then got a spoonful of peanut butter out to give to Roan. Once Roan is finished eating her share of the peanut butter and greedily sniffing at my plate, I place the spoon from the peanut butter and the knife in the sink, then head to the living room to eat my apple. You join me, handing me a bottle of water. Once finished, I dispose of my paper plate in the kitchen trash and come to snuggle up next to you on the couch. You open your arm to me so I can lay my head on your chest, not really interested in what is on the TV, and melt into you, smelling the sweet perfume on your shirt. Mmmm, one of my happy places. You play with my hair while the movie plays on TV, just before I am about to fall asleep again, you tug gently on my hair, and I look up at you.

"Sleepy?" You ask, I shake my head no, "Bedroom, now," you tell me. I get up immediately and go to the bedroom. I take my clothes off and put on my collar again. I go to my place at the foot of the bed and kneel. When you don't come in right away, I shift into a more comfortable position, listening intently for you to come to the door so I can get back on my knees for you.

I hear you at the door and shift back to my knees, spreading them as wide as I can, placing my hands on my thighs, and looking down. You walk behind me and tell me to stand up, but to leave my arms at my sides. I comply, a little confused. You examine my body and see red marks from yesterday's flogging, but not real bruises except for the one on my left breast that you left with your mouth. "Are you hurting?" You ask, running your fingertips over the marks on my body.

"No, Mistress," I respond honestly. I want to look at you, but I remain still, head bowed. You continue your examination of my body, satisfied, you tell me to kneel again. You have been pensive all day, and I am a little anxious because of this, but I take comfort in the fact that I can always count on you to give me instructions. You never give me a reason to worry, that's your job, as you often say. You silently undress and come to sit on the bed in front of me, I am between your knees now. I chance a glance up at you, and when I do, you take the chain around my neck and pull me towards you. You lean over and kiss me, hard, claiming me. "Who do you belong to?" You whisper.

"You, only you," I respond breathlessly.

"Good girl," you reach down and take my right nipple in your fingertips and pinch. My head rolls back, and I moan with pleasure at the contact. You release my nipple and lean back on the bed, putting your feet up on the board to expose your pussy to me. This is my favorite happy place, between your legs, pleasing you. "Lick me softly, I want to enjoy this," you instruct. I lean forward, and place my hands on the board in front of me I gently lick your opening, moaning at the taste on my tongue, I suck your lips into my mouth before moving to lick your clit, slow and gentle. Moving my tongue up and down from your opening to the tip of your clit then circling your clit before moving up and down again. I continue this for a while, I hear your moan of pleasure as you move your hand to cup the back of my head, pulling me closer to you, keeping me in place as you move your hips and grind against my face. Moaning again, I open my mouth wider and flatten my tongue and start to lick you with more vigor. I really love it when you take your pleasure from me. I like it when you take charge and use my body. My body tenses, and I feel an orgasm start to build deep inside of me. "Fuck me," I hear you say so I take my right hand and put two fingers inside of you, finding your g spot and rubbing it with the same rhythm I am licking your clit. You begin to move your hips against my fingers and face, controlling the rhythm, taking your pleasure from me. I continue to fuck you slowly, matching the movement in your hips.

"Fuck me," you say, breathless. So start moving my hand faster and harder, fucking you, curling my fingers into your g spot with each thrust. I continue to lick you, sucking your clit into my mouth, biting down and flicking my tongue over the tip. "Oh, yes, yes," you moan quietly. I look up at you, your eyes are closed, and your hands are gripping the sheets. I suck your clit in and out of my mouth matching the rhythm with my thrusts in and out of your pussy. Finally, you pussy starts to contract, your body tenses, "don't stop," you cry out as your body explodes with pleasure. I continue to lick and suck on your clit and move my fingers in and out of your pussy through your orgasm. As your body starts to relax, I slow my movements, becoming still inside of you. I pull my face away from you and look up into your upturned face. Your eyes are closed, and you are taking deep, steadying breaths to calm yourself down. I crawl up your body and lay my head on your chest, hand still inside of you. You wrap your arm around me, holding me close. "Good girl," you breathe as you kiss the top of my head. I melt into you.

"I like making you feel good," I tell you, as I wrap my arm around you and hold you close. Your nipple is in my face, and I want to lick it, but I refrain.

"I'm glad you feel that way," you tell me.

The room is dark, except for the lamp light and the TV, but I am far from sleep. I took a nap today and feel wide awake. I look up at you and I want to tell you that I love you, but I stay quiet. I do, in fact, love you very much. I love how you make me feel like I am the only person in the world when we are together. I love how you take care of me, I love how safe and confident you make me feel. I know I can do anything now. I feel strong and capable, not because of you, but you bring out the best in me, and I can't help but love you.

You adjust so that you are lying on your side, looking at me, you take my hands and put them above my head, holding them in place with your left hand. You lean forward and kiss me deeply, your tongue claiming my mouth. I moan and shiver at your touch. You pull back and lean over to the table beside the bed and take out the handcuffs. You secure my hands above my head, attaching the handcuffs to the rope that runs along the head of the bed. You kiss my neck and move down to my right breast licking and sucking the skin. You bite down and suck, I arch my back into you as you leave a mark. I strain at the restraints above my head, I want to touch you. Moaning, I push into you, enjoying the feeling of your mouth on my breast. You take my nipple into your mouth and suck, hard. You reach up and pull on the chain around my neck, and my body is electrified, every nerve ending on fire. "Who do you belong to?" You ask me again.

I melt, "You, Mistress," I gasp. You start to move further down my body, sucking and licking my skin as you go, leaving a mark on my stomach before you reach my groin. You keep licking and sucking on my skin moving down my left leg until you reach my foot. Taking the restraint at the foot of the bed, and securing first my left foot, then my right. Once my feet are secured you start to lick the top of my food, taking my toes into your mouth and sucking on them. My legs shake as I try to remain still; it feels so good. You move over to my right foot and start on my toes, licking and sucking until I cry out. "Oh god!" You start licking my skin, moving up my leg until you reach the apex of my thighs. I spread my legs as wide as I can, giving you access to me. You start licking and sucking my lips, running your tongue over my opening avoiding my clit for now. I arch into you wanting more.

I moan even louder. You take mercy on me and suck my clit into your mouth running your tongue around and around. At this I cry out again and cum, hard. To easy you think as you put two fingers inside of me and start to move your hand in and out, still licking and sucking on my clit. Running your tongue around and around the back and forth over the tip, your fingers find my G-spot, and you run your fingers over it as you move them in and out of me. My pussy contracts around your fingers as I cum again. You reach for the big dildo, squirting some lube on the tip, and you slowly push it inside of me. Again my body arches into you as you start thrusting in and out of me, using your left hand you massage my clit. You're really pounding into me with the dildo, pushing more and more of it into me with each thrust. Again, my body convulses as another orgasm rips through my body. You do not let up, however, pounding into my pussy, again you are going to fuck me until I can't take anymore. "Oh, god, Mistress!" I cry out.

"Color," you demand, looking into my face, my eyes are screwed shut and my jaw is clenched as yet another orgasm rips through me.

"Yellow!" I grunt. You steady your pace, fucking me hard and fast, rubbing my clit with your thumb forcing my body to arch against you. I am meeting you thrust for thrust now, my hands pulling at the handcuffs above my head and my feet pulling at the restraints holding them in place. I can't take anymore as the final orgasm ignites and my body is all feeling. I have trouble, but finally, I say "Red!" You stop moving, but leave the dildo inside of me. My pussy is gripping it tightly and you do not want to hurt me. You look up at me, and I have tears escaping the corners of my eyes.

"Are you ok?" You ask, checking in with me as you always do.

"Yes," I breathe, my body is shaking, and I am trying to hold back tears. Why do I always cry? Slowly, you remove the dildo and put it to the side, release my feet and hands, and pull me onto your chest and hold me as the sobs come. I am crying hard, I am frustrated with myself for crying, I hate that I am such an emotional person, but it doesn't seem to bother you. Once I regain my composure, you kiss the top of my head, still holding me tightly. I wrap my arm around you and hold you close. I look at my right wrist and see a mark from the handcuffs.

"Are you ok?" You ask, a little concern in your voice.

"Yes, I'm sorry," I breathe, my voice a little shaky.

"Why are you sorry?" You ask.

"Because I cried, again."

"You don't have to apologize," you tell me kindly. This just brings more tears to my eyes, and I bury my face into your chest. You just stroke my hair and hold me close until I calm down. Finally, my eyes drift closed, and I fall asleep in your arms.

My eyes open, and I lift my head, looking around, trying to orient myself. You are watching me. I am sweaty, "Sorry," I mutter, shifting my body so I can look at you.

"Why?" You ask.

"For crying, falling asleep, and being all sweaty on you," I say, frustrated with myself.

You roll your eyes at me as I pull away and flip the sheet off my body, trying to cool off. "How long was I out?" I ask, squinting at the clock display on the ceiling.

"Not long," you say, shrugging your shoulders. "You don't have to apologize all the time."

"I'm hungry," I say, my stomach grumbling.

"Of course you are," you smile. "Do you want some ravioli?" You ask.

"Yes!" I smile, I'm like a little kid, I love ravioli.

"Go eat, then come back to bed, it's late." You instruct. I get up and get dressed, walk to the kitchen and grab a paper bowl and pour the ravioli inside, cover it with a paper towel, and stick it in the microwave. I walk into the dining room and grab a bottle of water, I'm parched and down half of it, waiting for the ravioli to heat. Once the microwave is done, I grab a spoon and eat quickly. Discarding the bowl in the trash and washing the spoon quickly, I hurry back to the bedroom and remove my clothing again. I take my medicine with the rest of the bottle of water and climb into bed with you. "All better?" You ask.

"Yes, ma'am," I say, curling up next to you. I lay my head back on your chest, and you wrap your arm around me. NCIS is playing on the television, but I don't have my glasses on, so I just close my eyes and listen to you breathing. I quickly fall asleep.

The sun is streaming through the blinds on the windows, it's morning again. I am lying on my side facing you, you are looking at me. "How'd you sleep?" I ask.

"Up and down, leg cramps," you respond.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Would you like some coffee?" I ask, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"Yes, and I wouldn't say no to another waffle," you respond.

I smile, "Yes, ma'am!" I say as I bounce out of bed to get dressed so I can fix you breakfast.

"I'll meet you in the kitchen," you say.

I exit the bedroom, stopping by the bathroom to relieve myself. Walking into the kitchen, I wash my hands at the sink and start your coffee. You come sauntering into the kitchen as I am mixing the waffle mix and heating the waffle maker. The bacon is already sizzling in the frying pan on the stove. You lean against the doorway with your coffee in hand, watching me. I feel your eyes on my but I try to focus on what I am doing. I don't want to burn anything. Carefully, I pour some of the waffle mix onto the waffle maker and remove the bacon from the frying pan, putting it onto a plate covered with a paper towel to remove most of the grease. The waffles are done cooking, and I make you a plate and set it on the table so you can dress your waffle the way you like. I do the same for myself and sit down with my coffee, and begin to eat my own breakfast. When we finish breakfast, I clean the dishes as you make another cup of coffee and wander into the living room to find something on television to watch. I make myself a second cup and follow you into the living room. You are sitting in your chair taking your vitamins, this reminds me to take my own medicine, and I walk towards the bedroom to get them out of my backpack, stopping in the dining room to grab a bottle of water. I down my medicine and come back into the living room. You gesture for me to sit on the couch, so I do. I really want to be close to you, but I obey. You stand up and walk over to the couch to sit next to me. I scoot over so you can have your spot, and I lean against you. Roan comes out of her house and decides that it is a good time for her to have her own breakfast. We sit quietly watching a crime drama on TV for a while. It looks like it is going to be a lazy Sunday. I am content to sit with you and watch TV for the day. Throughout the morning and early afternoon, we just sit and talk and watch TV. Around noon, you remind me to have lunch, so I wander into the kitchen and make a sandwich, put a few grapes on a plate, and join you on the couch to eat. Roan helps me eat my sandwich, and I finish the grapes. Around five in the afternoon, you ask me if I am ready for dinner. I respond with yes, but I need to leave soon, I have to be up early for work tomorrow morning. You make cheeseburgers on the grill. After dinner, I gather my things and prepare to leave. I have a three-hour drive ahead of me. "Thank you for another wonderful weekend," I tell you, holding back tears again. I hate leaving.

"I'm glad you had a good time, drive safe, baby girl, I'll call you in a little while," you tell me. You remove my collar and lean in and kiss me deeply. My hands remain at my sides as I kiss you back, my tongue exploring your mouth. Finally, you pull away so that I can start my journey home.

I walk out the front door and to my car, load my bags into the back seat. Get into the driver's seat and start the car. Tears falling down my face, I set the GPS and backed out of my spot in front of your house. The radio starts playing my favorite playlist, and I start the drive home, counting down the days until I can see you again.