I am

“Who’s are you?”

“I am yours.”

Who’s my girl?”

“I am.”

“Who’s going to get my cum?”

“I am.”

Last night during our collar exchange ritual, MrH changed the last sequence. Usually he asks “who’s the only girl who gets my cum?” as a way of reinforcing to me that I am the only one he wants. By changing this simple thing he let me know that there would be some play.

We snuggled for a bit and then I was told to suck his cock. I knew he planned to cum and so I tried to make sure I did the things I knew he enjoyed.

I love it when I can hear him sigh, hear him make the small sounds of pleasure.

He told me he was going to give me his cum and I felt him fill my mouth.

By this point I was dripping. But the little cysts mean that’s there’s no play for me until they have gone.

I Slept pretty well last night. Being controlled and instructed that way feeds my submissive mind beautifully. MrH slept well too.

On the way to work today my mind kept playing back the oral play from the night before, and again my body responded.

The cysts have now drained and so I’m more comfortable (phew) and I’m hoping that soon MrH will decide to play with me and that I’ll be allowed to orgasm 😊😊😊

3 Replies to “I am”

  1. Funny, as a male submissive to my dominant wife, I am the one who gets my cum. I am not allowed to cum in her pussy, only a ruined orgasm on her pussy, and then I am allowed to have my cum back.

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