SubbyLittleKitten

femsubdenial:

Here’s a memory from when abitofamasochist visited me recently. It’s a great example of how great sex doesn’t necessarily mean orgasms.

She was mine.

Well.. she was already mine, by agreement, but that’s not what I’m talking about.

I’m talking about how she trusted me, letting me introduce her to floggers (and several other things later that week) and ended up liking it more than she had expected.

I’m talking about how even though I spanked her fairly lightly that night, just that light spanking mixed with how close we were feeling and the fact that her ass was already tender from… recent activities… put her into a very submissive space.

I’m talking about how I made her get on her hands and knees and scurry to keep up as I grabbed her hair and walked down the hall into the bedroom, enjoying her gasps.

I’m talking about how vulnerable she was feeling, on top of all that, when she found herself face up, her head over the edge of the bed, while I’m fucking her mouth and abusing her wet pussy with slaps and thuddy toys.

I’m talking about how she was crying, but in a way that I’ve learned means that she’s doing great and she’s where she wants to be, overwhelmed, controlled, and at my mercy, like a tiny ship in a hurricane.

I’m talking about how my cock wasn’t fully hard, which allowed me to do breath play with her, shoving myself tightly against her lips, filling her mouth and letting my balls blanket her nose, sealing her off so completely that when she exhaled it made a rude noise as the air flapped past my scrotum.

I yelled at her gruffly, overacting, thundering, “No making fart noises with my balls, slut!” I watched her stomach as she silently tried to laugh and cry simultaneously and had no air for either, but she didn’t struggle against me. She had completely surrendered. She was mine.

And in that moment, my need to feed upon her submission was sated. The sudden, unexpected humor disintegrated the tension and left only feelings of acceptance and connection. I pulled out and held her head and kissed her as she struggled for air through coughs, sobs, and uncontrollable laughter. I positioned her so that her head was on my pillow and I covered her with blankets. I laid next to her, cuddling, chuckling, kissing fondly. We slept for hours, happy to be next to each other.

She was mine.