NSFW #1

She had been sick for two days; two nights, really. The first night she spent on the floor in the bathroom, very ill. I had slept through that, and felt bad, but she told me to put it out of my mind, which I did. The second night, she was recovering both from her illness and the lack of sleep. But the next morning, this morning, she apparently awoke refreshed.

As is usual, she got up and went to the bathroom, washing up. I heard her moving around in there, and then in our bedroom, getting changed. Also as was usual, I had been up for at least a half an hour before her, secure in my bonds, looking at her and thinking about the ways our lives had improved in the last few weeks. My hands were cuffed together and attached to the d-ring in the headboard by the strap she had woven out of parachute cord. My legs were just bound together, not also attached to the d-ring at the base of the bed, as I had needed to get up in the night to relieve myself.

Listening to her move around the room, knowing that my role was to wait for her to release me so I could start my day, the bonds around my wrists and ankles seemed to pulse with erotic tension. I pulled gently on them until they met resistance, a maneuver that always gave me a rush. When I released this pressure, she leaned over the bed, kissed me good morning, and handed me the key from her necklace.

I must have smiled, because her smile, at first a tender Mona Lisa thing, broadened into that mischevious grin I knew so well. She put her phone face down on the bed next to me and reached up to unlatch my cuffs from the headboard.

"When the alarm gets up I want you to get up and clean yourself. I'll be done exercising a little after that, so just wait in bed," she said,"Oh, and prop your ass up with a couple of pillows under your belly."

"Yes, Abigail," I said. We didn't use "yes, mistress." or deal in humiliation. But I liked to let her know I understood her wishes and would comply, and to that end, I would agree and say her name. This acknowledged her leadership, and that I would submit to her, trusting in her love in all things.

So I waited, enjoying the sounds of the morning outside. I was truly in the moment, feeling the smoothness of our new, expensive sheets and the tightness of the fabric cuffs around my wrists. I didn't have anything to distract me from just enjoying the moment and enjoying the anticipation of the alarm going off.

Which it did, after about 15 minutes. I took up the key on the simple necklace that she wore at all other times; pretty much her sole adornment. In the bathroom, it opened the lock on the small wooden chest that we kept under the basket between the sink and the toilet. I put the box on top of the basket and opened it. I pulled out the enema bulb and the graduated knobby dildo I used to get my ass ready for her. After I filled the sink with warm water, I used the bulb, although it didn't take much to get clean.

Once clean, I applied a tiny bit of lube to the stretcher, as I called that dildo, and used it to prepare myself. I have found that it is pretty much just mind over matter, and I hardly even needed the toy to stretch, but I used it regardless, because I wanted to make myself completely open to her; she should just enter me like I enter her, in one steady motion, without the anxiety and tentative noises I used to make when we first started pegging.

After, I fetched her Sasha harness, her smaller dildo, and the balls that fit over it. I closed and locked the box after replacing the tools I used to get ready, and laid out what she needed in good order on top of it, including the bottle of lube.

Then I got in the position she wanted me in bed, and waited. I don't mind the wait, as I like to meditate. I repeat my mantra, and focus on clearing my mind. This blends the time into a liquid blur, letting me focus on the feeling of my ass propped up by two pillows under my groin, the towel over them rough on my skin. I was face down on the bed, like she directed, and my arms were stretched out, near to the d-rings in the headboard.

It was in this position she found me. I heard her come in, then go into the bathroom. I could hear the little noise of delight she made when she saw I had laid out her harness and everything she would need. It may have been minutes later, but it felt like moments, and she was back with me, on the bed, gently attaching my wrists to the two d-rings in the headboard. Then she used strips of satin to tie my ankle cuffs to the rings at the base of the bed. I was completely vulnerable, completely exposed, and at her mercy. But I am in this relationship because I have faith in her tender mercies. I felt her climb up on the bed behind me, idly caressing and lightly pinching my ass as she did so. She was between my legs, her strapon pointed at my ass, but she didn't just move right in. I could probably have taken her, but she worked first one finger, then two, into my ass first. She playfully tickled my prostate, sending shivers of joy through my body with that peculiar feeling only this kind of attention brings.

She sensed I was ready before she asked me, I think, and I gave her my acknowledgement.

"Yes, Abigail."

I was acknowledging more than just my preparedness. I was acknowledging my submission to her will, my recognition of absolute trust in her. I was saying, in no uncertain terms, "You own me. I am yours, body and soul." I was telling her that I loved her.

She entered me then, holding the light, natural looking strapon by the base, guiding the tip to my rosebud. I felt the light pressure of her glans at my ass, then I opened myself to her and she slipped in, right to the hilt. I sighed with pleasure, and she lay down over me, pressing her body on my back, kissing the back of my neck. We lay like that for quite some time, enjoying the sensation of fullness and surrender on my side, and the control and acceptance of my submission on hers.

Then she started moving, slowly at first, building to a crescendo. My whole body slid slightly forward with each of her strokes, and I moaned with pleasure. The psychological joy of submission and surrender were joined by the physical sensations of her hard silicon cock sliding in and out of my ass, rubbing against my prostate, and her balls flying forward with each stroke, slapping into my perineum or sometimes even my balls. I couldn't tell you how long this went on, as it was a matter of deep communion with my love, and I know that, as was my habit, I told her things while she was taking me.

No, not mundane things, but rather profound proclamations of love. I would tell her that she owned me, that I was her property, that I lived for her joy and happiness. I would push back into her as I thanked her for relieving me of the stress of making difficult decisions, of dealing with negative emotions or fraught decisions (when that was healthy). I told her I loved and trusted her in every way that I could. For her part, she acknowledged my love, and told me she was happy to hold my heart in her hands, protecting me from those things I was not built to deal with. She also told me that not only did she love me, but that she was lucky to have me, and that I deserved her love.

So long an obstacle, this last was the real key to our new happiness. Here, tied to the bed, propped up to receive her, I knew that she loved me, and I was worthy of that love. It was a joyful moment, and one I wanted to go on forever.

But, as usual, she has the better head for dealing with reality. Forever was not in the cards. She pulled out of me, and then had me raise my ass up more, positioning herself to take me hard and fast, but first climbing up over me and freeing my right hand.

"I want you to come."

The desire was clear, and the command implicit. Whether or not I orgasmed was meaningless to me, but she loved to give me pleasure.

And so she started in. Not the smooth slow rocking of before, with gentle caresses to match her strokes, but a strident constant stroking, speeding up like the applause of an audience. Like an audience clapping in time, she started slow, but inexorably and without knowing how not to, her strokes sped up, until she was riding me as hard and fast as she could. While she did, I stroked myself. Like most times, I did not get fully erect as she fucked me. The feeling was so intense that a full erection was unnecessary, and it was less than three minutes before I exploded, pulsing my semen in thick gouts all over the towel I had placed over our pillows.

Hearing and feeling me orgasm, she slowed her strokes. She was still pushing into me, but it was much slower, until finally I couldn't take the feeling. It was like a sensory overload, too much of a good thing. She pulled out, and I collapsed onto the bed, and she carefully lay down on me, her hard shaft poking between my legs. The warmth and gentle weight of her body pressing into mine was soothing, like loving punctuation for the morning. She kissed me and affirmed our love, whispering into my ear sweet words, until she needed to get up to get ready for work.

It was almost like a bandage being ripped off, taking hair with it, but my new-found appreciation for enjoying the perceptions of the moment merely saw what the old me would have craved to continue as yet another sensation to be understood, processed, and celebrated. Yes, it was over, and our day was beginning, but that too carried its own joys.

I picked up her harness where she had left it, and cleaned and stored it for the next time she decided to hand me the key she wore around her neck.

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