“I think it’s time you sucked my penis” MrH said. He had turned the TV off and was laid naked on the bed. I moved towards him and paused I did want to suck his cock but I was still wearing my day collar.
“Are you going to do my collar first?” I asked.
“I think you should do as you’re told,” he replied firmly, “and suck my penis.”
I moved to a comfortable position, I fidgeted a little. I was taken back, he didn’t usually tell me off like that, I mean I know it doesn’t seem like a telling off, but I suppose I have become complacent. It feels like it has been ages since he told me to suck his cock.
As I have mentioned a few times recently our dynamic has been a bit awkward. I haven’t felt as submissive has I have, in fact, looking back over the last few months when he suggests play, and I am still wearing my day collar, I have often asked if he plans to put my night collar on and he has delayed play until we have. I have in reality challenged his Dominance. Tonight he was in charge.
I took him into my mouth, and swirling my tongue around his cock, I began. He was not yet hard, and so he fit fully in my mouth, I worked his length, and felt his arousal grow.
“It’s much better when you do as you’re told,” he said.
You like that don’t you?
I continued my attentions. His cock fully erect now, meant I had to be careful. Opening my mouth as wide as I can, making sure not to graze him with my teeth.
His hands started to gather my hair. He usually does this if he plans to take control, and he did, using his hand to push me down onto his cock, forcing himself into my throat. He groaned.
“You like that don’t you?” He asked. He was not in my mouth having lifted my head, it was clear I was expected to answer.
“Yes Sir,” I replied. My eyes were watering, my pussy throbbing, my head firmly into a submissive headspace. He knows me well. I do love to suck cock.
He had one hand on my forehead and one holding my hair, and he once again, used my mouth on his cock.
“That feels so good,” he moaned.
He let go of me and I waited for instructions. Usually he decides to finish with either missionary or doggy positions.
“Sit on my cock,” he said.
My mind stuttered, but I did as I was told. I have found this a difficult position mentally, it feels dominant, and usually messes with my head space.
Guiding his length into my pussy, I began to move.
“That’s good,” he said and I felt myself sink deeper into my submissive place.
I continued to move, a steady rhythm, feeling his shaft I made my movements as long as possible to give him as much sensation as I could.
“You’re going to make me cum,” he said moaning. I continued, it felt good. Each time he spoke my pussy clenched, but I didn’t want to give over to my body, M rH was in charge, I was here to pleasure him. Another moan escaped Mr H.
“Are you ready for my cum?” He asked, it’s a rhetorical question, his way of telling me he is going to cum.
“Yes sir,” I replied.
I felt his release, and for a few moments i maintained my rhythm, when I felt his body relax, I slowed, moving more gently as his orgasm ended.
He reached for the towels we keep in the drawers by the bed, and I reached over him (it was easier for me) and got two towels. I moved off him, and lay down at his side.
My pussy was throbbing with need but my head was floaty. Being used like that feeds my mental submissive state. Reinforces the dynamic. I snuggled for quite a while.
Mr H doesn’t often talk during play, but yesterday it worked so well. He reinforced his control, his dominance. Isn’t it amazing how a simple instruction can turn you on and a single sentence can be enough to re-establish Dominance.
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