Because She Loves Me….

The warm wash of my privates helped restore their ability to participate and perform. I was to be taken like any man would want to be, bound or not, by a hot naked woman sucking their penis. Her bathing suit and other costumes are long gone. I was hard in an instant. The magic pill I was given at the start was still doing its job, helping to sustain an impressive erection for what was likely one last round. She was back to doing something she enjoys and knows, and she seemed into it. Having fun, being playful, driving my dick crazy the natural way. I can’t believe this late at night, make that early morning, that she could have the stamina after all that we had done to be going as fast and hard as she was. She even started talking dirty, not something she does. And it was both sexual comments and submissive derogatory rhetoric. I was so astonished and proud of her and her new free spirit.

She moved to fucking me and did that till I was about to burst and then backed down letting me recoup. She then showed that during her last hiatus that besides taking a shower she had once again, I believe, talked to Mike. I think that because she then made me do to her his favorite thing. That is, rim her. She didn’t have a rimming chair like was used on me in Vegas and San Diego, but she squatted over my face and told me to lick and suck her hole. I marveled at her just being able to say it out loud. She has always been skittish with me playing with my tongue on her little back hole. I’m not into rimming except with her, and that could barely be called rimming, more like light tickling of her hole with my tongue. Sir Michael knows I don’t want to do it with others, but despite that, he had forcefully taught me how to do it well on him.

So, with my tutored skills, I sent her to the moon with my tongue work. Easy work, she was freshly showered. She tasted good. When we have regular sex, she likes me fingering her butt hole while I lick her. She also likes me vibrating it, both on the surface and within her. Yet, in the past she would have considered the rimming to be taboo due to the perceived cleanliness issue. But as I said, I think Mike has talked to her and gotten her past her inhibitions. Him and maybe a little wine. I think she has found something new that she now loves.

After I did my duty for my mistress, she was back to sucking and fucking me. This became a long session, she kept me on edge while making me have euphoric feelings that for a change weren’t produced by electroshock or brutal torture from merciless vibration. She then says, “It’s getting close to daybreak. Your day in bondage is almost over. I’m going to finish fucking you and you’re going to eat your cum one more time. Then I’m going to give you one last surprise. Something you have been wanting for a long time. Mike has convinced me I should do it. I hope I can pull it off; I’m going to give it my best try, but success or failure, either way I’m good, it won’t upset me.”

My mind is racing, thinking of the things I have asked for in the past. So many things I have dreamed about she has given me today. At the moment I am at a loss. Besides she is back to making me hard by sucking and fondling me. Then onto giving me a fantastic final fuck made so much better because I’m outside in my backyard bound tight. And when I climax, I seem to fill her up. I didn’t think there would be a lot as I had gone so many times already in the past 24 hours. The downside is I know I am about to consume it all while battling with the normal post mental sexual shutdown of post ejaculation. When she turns around and places her pussy over my mouth, I ignore what is coming out and concentrate on giving her the best licking I could muster. I owe her. I sucked too, even more than I licked. One of the things I have done in the past is I suck on her urethra port. I do that in hope that the pressure and suction will make her pee a little into my mouth. It’s one of my little kinks. I want her (not anybody else) to pee, just a little, into my mouth. It never works; it’s another one of her big taboo items.

Well, that is going to be her secret surprise. I’ve been sucking on her for a bit when she quietly, lovingly says, “Here it comes, Happy Birthday my toy,” and she lets go. Just a little at first but she is peeing into my mouth. Initially I was surprised, make that shocked, but I’m sucking hard, so she just naturally flows, trickles may be a better description, into my mouth and the sucking action I had been performing pulls it down into my throat. It’s easy to drink down, like sipping a little wine. I know the taste of piss, both mine and the boys. Each is different, so is hers. It’s very mellow. Very doable. She only went a little. I keep sucking like nothing has happened. “Do you want some more?” she asks.

I back my mouth off her to say, “Yes Ma’am.” I was going to add more to my statement but there isn’t time as a stream is already flowing into my mouth. I quickly press my mouth against her so that nothing leaks out.

Again, she doesn’t send me a lot, more than before, but still easily swallowed.  My mouth never filled. I go back to licking her, in kind of a cleanup of her drippy urethra and now moist lips mode. I relish the experience, focusing on the new unique taste in my mouth. “Do you need more; do you want more?” she asks tentatively.

“I love what you just did to me, forcing me to drink your piss from your pussy. Ma’am, your toy will swallow as much of your pee as you wish,” I answer as submissive as I can sound. I must have said too much, too descriptive, mentioning me drinking down her pee.

“No, on second thought, I think I’m done with this for today, so that will be all you get of it, sorry. This was a big step for me and I’m not sure I’m okay with all of it yet, but I knew you really wanted this, so I tried. I took a lot of big first steps today. Most were good. This in a few minutes will likely be fine too. Some other things we will still need to talk about. But I had a good day, honest. I sure hope you did.”

“Oh Ma’am, this day rivals the day I met you, the day you married me and the days we had our kids. Not because of how much I enjoyed it but because you did it for me. You did it out of your love for me. Your unbelievable never-ending love for me. Oh, how I love you too, more than you could know!”

OK, so that was a little sappy, but it is what was said. It wasn’t the end of our play yet either.

“The guys suggested that I end this with a final whipping before I release you. They said a submissive’s bondage session should never end with sexual play that ends with a sub’s climax and ejaculation, a victory of sorts for the sub. So, you are about to be whipped. I will do my best to make it feel authentic. And I hope it shows that I love you. More than anything. Mike tells me whipping you is an expression of true love. I haven’t gotten that quite yet. I’m learning and I’m open minded. This is just another one of those steps that I’m taking, not understanding why it excites you, but not judging it either.”

I then receive a real whipping across my cock and balls, my inter thighs, chest, nipples and stomach with a leather flogger. She swung hard, many times, she left me reddened, striped. I was surprised she had it in her. And she was still not done.

She released the cargo straps, freeing my limbs and pulled up the tent pegs and I was pulled up right. I am then surprised when she locks my wrist cuffs behind my back and reattaches the chain to my ankles. I am stiff from lying on the ground tightly restrained for hours upon hours. But she has a hold of my dick, and she is pulling me to the house. “The sun is coming up very soon and you are naked and look at me. This isn’t a show I want to share with the neighbors,” she whispers.

We enter the house, and she leads me to the love seat that is in the sitting area of the downstairs suite, she leans me over the back of it and says, “The whipping outside was for you, this one is for me.” She shows me the paddle, smiles, and says, “I don’t know why, but doing this in particular excites me for some reason. I like seeing you jump even though you try not to, and I like how it makes your butt cheeks turn bright red.” She then proceeds to smack my butt cheeks five times each side, hard. Really hard. She then tenderly rubs my cheeks with her hand as she admires her work and says thank you. I’m released from my final bonds, told once again happy birthday, given a soft kiss and sent to take a shower.

Breakfast will be ready shortly.