Wow! What a day the last 24 hours has been. First of all, what a trooper my sweet Domina is. To get the tags on her car updated she had to go down to city hall to get a hold on her account lifted. They claimed she had not paid the property tax on her vehicle. So off she went with her bank records to correct the deal. After squeezing a few hundred out of her with their shoddy record keeping, they then told her the hold couldn’t be lifted due to an outstanding parking ticket. Off again to the bank to get documented proof a 2 year old ticket was paid. Upon returning with her proof again, they then tell her that the ticket will still need to be paid a second time because the original payment was wrongly applied to a utility bill. Plus, as the account was overdue they wanted a late fee to boot. Now if all of this sounds unbelievable to you, the story isn’t over. The kicker is that after wasting a day fighting the bureaucracy, the meter maid wrote her a brand new parking ticket as was leaving.
Last night, despite all the stress, was a wonderful evening together. It was a little shakey when I returned about half an hour late from the gym. I was returning some phone messages. I fill the roll as chapter advisor for the college kids in my old fraternity. After getting them straight, Domina wasn’t happy that I didn’t get home sooner as she had a stressful day and needed my comfort. We got back on track and stayed up late talking as I rubbed her feet and back. The moment struck me. I was desperate to make love to her. I rolled over on top of her to share a few kisses, and as required by her rule, I asked permission to enter her. She gave permission.
She felt amazing as we made love. In a missionary position , I arched back and perched up on my extended arms so I could look into her eyes as our bodies continued to move together. I think there was a look of sexual desperation in my face. She looked back at me with a gaze of lustful intensity. The power welled up within her. She struck me across the face a few times before pulling me back down to lay atop her breast.
“I don’t know what you do this to yourself”, she casually commented.
“What that”, I whispered, hips methodically circling around her loins.
“You’re driving yourself crazy. You know you’re not going to be allowed to cum. You are a pathetic sissy cuckold bitch. I don’t want you to spill your juices in me.”
Upon telling me this I could feel a surge in her wetness as my cock glided effortlessly between her lips. I had already spiraled into a submissive high well before this, so the words were like poison honey in my ear. These were the words I longed to hear and the physical reaction on her part that I yearned to feel. I felt the very little at that moment. There was a time when we would talk like this to each other because it was hot. Now it feels to be taking form as reality. We’ve been very sexually active the past week. I’ve been forever hard and frustrated. And what do I do? I honestly encourage her freedom to have additional submissives and sexual experiences outside our relationship so she can experience complete supremacy and liberation while I learn to accept my place as an obedient panty wearing sissy. She made me repeat after her, “I’m a pathetic sissy cuckold bitch.” The words blistered my brain as it wasn’t play to me. This is more becoming how I feel in our D/s relationship and I appreciated her gentle scorn to reinforce my place. As I work to embrace all of this as a lifestyle, I find it strengthens me to receive Domina’s reinforcements. I am inferior to Domina and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
The other words I long to hear are those magical three. I told Domina I loved her and she told me she loved me. At this she had now touched my heart as well as my mind and soul. We kissed and I felt the warmth of her love on top of the flood of submissive emotions. Domina then told me of some rather degrading and emasculating fantasies she had of me before bringing herself to orgasm. The evening ended with her cuddling up against me as we drifted to sleep
The morning was as you might expect in regards to my hormones. But good news came with the sun. Domina received a job offer this morning and at the end of the month we can start going to work together! Wohooo!! She also texted me to inform me that the Old Spice that has been sitting in the bathroom was pitched out. She’s done with have ‘man deodorant’ in the house. And, as an additional note, we discussed Domina giving me an official task list again. We had trouble with this before largely due to living apart. Domina would like me to start improving my domestic services again and I’m excited at the prospects. So all in all, things seem to be on the upswing after hitting bottom yesterday!
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