Recovery - an Epilogue

Recovery - an epilogue

 

"My Darling!", she said as she stroked my hair calming my jangled nerves.  I had never had it in the butt so this was a first for me too.  "I know we have never done this but that feeldo looked so inviting.  And I know you wanted to have penetrative sex with me so I am doing exactly ass you wished.  I loved putting this thing in.  The vib function id so cool too.  And I love the purple dong sticking out from between my legs.  This will be fun for us both!"

 

She took the lub and put a big dollop on my butt.  This felt cool as she worked it into me.  I tried to relax as she did knowing that being stiff and rigid would only make it more difficult and only put off the inevitable for a while.

 

"Relax my Darling and it will go much better for you.  I will take my time for you to get used to it." 

 

With that she walked around in front of me and asked me to open my mouth.  She inserted the feeldo into my mouth and began to make love to my mouth.  She stroked in and out being careful to not go too far.  She asked me to start sucking to add resistance to make it more pleasurable for her.  I was in no position to resist. 

 

I could feel it vibrate and I could hear her breathing deepen as she let the pleasure of it wash over her.  She was clearly enjoying the sensation she received from the feeldo.

 

It was smooth in my mouth as it slid in and out.  I sucked hard trying to add resistance to increase her pleasure.  I dare not use my teeth as this may damage what she obviously enjoyed so much.  It was not uncomfortable as she did not go deep into my mouth nor did she come close to the back of my throat.

 

My view was one of humble acceptance.  She was making love to my mouth just as I had with her on more than one occasion.  As she stroked in and out she groaned and had her first O.  I could feel her stiffen as she pushed deeper into my mouth than she had before.  She was deep into my throat as she held herself rigid for the moments that it took for the O to wash over her and to recover.

 

I was hers to do with as she wished.  I was her slave in this and all other things.  I could object and complain but only at the risk of facing her wrath.  She was my Mistress and I was to do exactly as she wished.

 

"Oh Darling, my pet.  That was wonderful!  Now I know why you like it so much when I take you into my mouth!"

 

She walked around behind me.  I could once again feel the fear rise in my throat.  This was unfamiliar territory to me.  She used calming words and again played at my entrance making sure that there was lots of lub and that I was as completely relaxed as I could be.

 

I felt the tip of what had just been in my moth at the other end of the alimentary canal.  She rested there for a moment allowing me to mentally grasp the situation.  Then slowly and purposefully she pushed herself into me.  She rested again as I tired to relax into this invasion.  The slowly she started to pump back and forth. 

 

The feeling for me was one of fullness.  She was pumping slowly back and forth, in and out.  I could hear her breathing speed up and deepen as she neared her next O.  Then all at once she drove herself as deeply in to me as she could.  Her hands held me tightly as she spasmed once more in the throes of her O.  She then slumped over on top of me exhausted for her effort and the pleasure of those moments.  As she lay there she once again stroked my hair and whispered sweet nothings into my ear cooing her pleasure to me.  She was content and happy.  And she was satisfied.

 

She said that I made her proud as she made love to me this way and in my I acceptance of her domination over me.  She went on to say that she loved her slave and that she adored the amount that I would endure to give her pleasure.  She said that I was a gift to her and that her owning me was one of the great pleasures of her life.

 

And I felt needed and wanted.  She owned me heart and soul.  I was a slave to her wishes and desires

 

And there was pleasure for me too.  My pleasure was in knowing that she loved me and was happy with my performance.  That was enough for me.  My satisfaction was in her satisfaction.

 

She undid my wrists then cuffed them behind me.  She helped me to my feet then steadied me giving me a loving hug and kiss.  She kissed me deeply acknowledging my effort for her and transmitting the love that she held for me.

 

With that she locked a chain on to my PA then led me to the shower.  She lovingly washed me down till the water ran cold.  She towelled my dry and held me close.

 

Naked she led me into the living room and locked the other end of the chain to the coffee table.  Even though I was her slave she was not about to have me feel any freedom at all.  She wanted to let me know by action that I was hers and that only she would would decide what freedoms I would have.

 

She looked deeply in to my eyes then said " My pet.  I love and adore you.  I appreciate your being my slave.  You need to know that I enjoyed making love to you so much this way that we will do this often.  It may end up being the only sex you have."