My only Mistress.
Obsession
And you are my only Mistress. Something has happened to me either by accident or design where in every time I think of, see a picture of, or have a live interaction with a woman that in someway excites me I think of you. All pussies lead to your pussy, all breasts lead to your breasts, all feet lead to your feet, all legs lead to your legs and all eyes inevitably, lead to your eyes. Moments I didn’t mention before but their importunes is none the less. A nice hot bath.
The Hot Tub
It was giddy fun serving you when you told me you wanted to get in the hot tub. Very Game of Thrones (which you have me re-watching BTW) or if you ever saw it; Spartacus, season one. Such a salve to your Highness. It’s cute how my naive optimism was still hopeful as you were preparing to undress and get into the tub. “Will she let me see her” I thought repeatedly. Will she, Will she. And of course you wouldn’t. You told me to turn around, in only a slightly stern tone of voice, as you got undressed.
And just like in the movies, once you got into the hot tub and the jets were going, I could only catch minuet glimpses of the beauty beneath the bubbles; try as I might. After I got in the tub I was overwhelmed with joy to be that close to your nakedness. So much so it was hard to comprehend at the time. Drinking in your beautiful, glowing pinkish-white skin which turns rich reddish-brown in the summer; every time I see it I yearn to touch it. To be in the bath with you and that close to your graceful yet earthy form; I can never stop wanting to touch you. And I solidly know I never can; it was agonizingly sexy-beautiful.
The topper most part is when you were ready to get out. Again, you made me avert my eyes and stare in the direction of the glass sliding doors. As you emerged from the water in all your grandeur; your reflection was caught in the glass of the doors though somewhat darkly. Still, your sweet, warm, inviting smile that met me as I stared at your reflection flooded me with waves of happiness. Different circumstances, if I’d done something slightly different; you would of punished me for looking at you. Sometimes; not often, I don’t know how my behavior will affect you. Just one more way you have power over me.
Fun With Creature
Talking with you, sitting at your feet, getting stoned together and watching you grow sleepy. These memories in someways carry more lasting strength then the erotic ones. Although on that note, I must pause for a moment and mentioned this. Although that weekend you fucked our girlfriend with the toy I bought you and it was agonizing; I also had the best seat in the house. I was able to stare up into your face as it gracefully contorted into lines of pleasure with moans and slight catches of breath. Nothing could be more beautiful nor sought after. Although that’s an obvious one erotic moments can be hard to predict with you because you can eroticize anything. One just never knows.
Watching you grow sleepy both nights was intoxicating. The first you command me where to sleep and the second you inquired if I was going to get down on the floor next to you as you drifted off. And when I said I was, you sleepily slued “good.” I felt cared for. On the second night, as you fell asleep with your feet in my lap, I cherished it; fully content in gratitude. I want to hold that moment as long as I can.
Mistress Punishes When She Wants
Of course, the spiritual/erotic adventure whiplash occurs at the moments of your choosing when you can treat me in a completely different manner. That “kind of other treatment” culminated with the drive home. We had a lovely conversation but between the long butt plug, the cock-cage, Viagra, the bruised and swollen balls, and the aching marks on my backside; I was enduring painful pressure and stinging pleasure from the waist down the whole ride home.
I think about you all the time,. I think about you so much that I actually have to discipline myself to not think about you. This seems right, like a creature’s love should be. But I’m in love and my vision is skewed and I miss you so much of the time that my worry is I might be an encroachment or annoyance to you. I count on you to tell me what to do for this creature-love is impossible to traverse veiled in opaqueness; and I cannot fully fathom it.
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