Couples Counseling Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

Couples Counseling Pt. 04

... remains diligent, undistracted from its labours while I speak. "No judgment from me, by the way; to be quite clear, I don't think that makes you submissive. I think it makes you a great guy," I giggle.

From his appreciative lapping, I get further proof that he's learning his lesson: that praise should be met with gratitude, and gratitude with more ardent service.Yes, he's coming along nicely.

"Fast forward to your marriage. I see you in the vanilla bed you share with your wife -- before all this ruckus between you about power and control -- where you are a sensitive and selfless, knowing andgiving lover. I'm guessing Paige is,ooh!" I shudder at what his mouth just did, "is a big fan of the way you give head. And you take pride in pleasing her all the way to climax, don't you?"

Tosh answers with his tongue, and the answer isyes.

"Right now, you have taken that 'pleasing' impulse of yours, and transferred it effortlessly to me, hmm? Well, not quite 'effortlessly;' I grant this is more,ooh-uhh! -- complex between you and me. I'm your neighbor, not your,ahh!, wife, for one thing. Not to mention your lingering resentment at me for being a subversively Dominant influence on Paige.

"And for another thing, you're performing under a nagging fear that if you don't please me, you'll be punished. Which you will, by the way, and harshly, but let's not get ahead of ourselves ...

"Wait, on second thought," I growl, "do hold onto the fear. Welcome it into the exotic ...

... cocktail mix of your arousal. I know I will ...

"But I'm saying, I can feel,ooh, umm -- feel how you are so,so desperate to please me to climax. I may let you, I may not, that's up to me. The point is, since you have submitted your mouth to my Domme-cunt for use, that 'pleasing' thing of yours ... that now belongs tome. Think of that, my pet, ohh! ... relax into it, surrender to that.

"And take it a step further: I not only own your 'need to please,' I own your 'pride in performance.' Think of that, too: I own yourpride.

"That's right,ahhh, your pride is a gift you laid at my feet long ago. If you try and take it back, use it to reassert your willfulness, your resistance, I'll punish you,huh!, for your bad faith, you Indian-giver. And then reclaim what'smine. Think ofthat, slave ... and show me you understand."

I take away my hand to give free expression to his reply. He gives me an upward curl that finds my G-spot --ohhh!, then up around the curve of my pelvic bone, dangerously close to my pulsing love-button. But with a finger to his forehead, he gets my message, and takes his devotion down lower.

Good boy.

Exhaling, resettling, I go on, "Remember I told you before, your true erotic epiphany, your 'moment of Zen,' will arrive once you surrender completely to my will. Then I'll know what you truly are; and you will too. Imagine that, pet, we'll discover ittogether. Doesn't that sound amazing?"

Moment of truth. Fingertips grazing his cheek, my hand tells ...