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After we came down from the amazing session of domination and pegging, we were laying in the hotel bed together. Mrs Fillmore suggested another shower, and considering the fact that her suggestions are my commands, I got up to get it started. The bathroom is probably the most important reason we like this hotel, and the shower is the best part of the bathroom. You could easily fit 4 or 5 people in the thing, so for just 2, it offers the space to do whatever you both want. I have to take a break here and explain something. Mrs Fillmore essentially owns me. I have given myself completely to her, and trust her to be wise and loving in the way she treats that trust. Outside of that, she also has complete control of our sex life. I don't initiate anything; I don't even kiss her unless she approves first. This is not just some kinky sex game, it is a mechanism that is closely tied to some of my behaviors that caused problems for us before, namely sexual aggression. However, when she wears a particular nightgown, she has told me that it is essentially opposite day, if only in the bedroom. She is a sexual being herself, and is not a domme in the sense that I have come to understand the term. She still wants to be taken, occasionally, and the part of me that wants to do that is still in me, tightly controlled, but always there.
One other point, too. Even before we were in an FLR, I was fixated on going down on her, giving her orgasms. I would get frustrated when she didn't want me to. Since we started this new dynamic she has had to become very strict with me. Originally, she told me not to pester her about it. Then she set limits, like I could only ask to go down on her once a day (she still usually said no) until finally I have been forbidden from even intimating that I would like to. I still get to, frequently, but it is completely her initiative, and if I even hint at it, we stop everything we're doing and I get whipped.
So, when we got in the shower, and she said that she wanted me to behave like she was wearing that nightgown for the rest of the night, I almost dove to my knees. I had my tongue lapping at her labia and clitoris before I was even all the way down. She was washing up and moaning, even as she twitched when I swiped at her repeatedly, making her shake with pleasure.
After a bit, she let me know that her ass was clean, and I pretty much dove around behind her, burying my face between her cheeks, pushing my tongue into the rosebud of her anus. She tasted and felt divine, and moaned almost continuously. It was incredibly sexy, and only the sheeting water running into my nose and face made me stop, but only long enough to shift her around and dive back in from a better angle. I suppose we washed up well, but I really can't remember as all that I remember clearly is tonguing her delicious ass. Eventually, I stopped, stood and we started to towel off. I was done before her, and went and got her nightgown. It has always been like satin and lace viagra for me, and tonight was not an exception.
She came around and stood against the same wall I had been fucked against before, and I shifted down the two highest hooks so she could hold onto them. After more time on my knees behind her, rimming and tonguing her, I went and got the nice silicon based lube we had picked up at our local sex-positive shop recently. I took her there, my hands rubbing her all over her torso, neck, and thighs. It was exquisite, but I just couldn't get thoughts of going down on her out of my mind's eye.
So it wasn't long before I had led her back to the bed, made her comfortable, and went down on her again. It was joyous, a thing of beauty. She was loving the attention, and although it felt odd, I liked having control, if only for a few hours. Eventually, I managed to maneuver under her, and she queened me, rubbing her sex all over my face, mouth and tongue.
This is my absolute favorite sex act. Queening, the practice of a woman sitting firmly on her partner's face, controlling them, forcing them to eat them out. And boy, did she queen the heck out of me. It was magical, and I could feel her vagina change and quiver.
It did not take long for her to reach an orgasm, and was amazing when she collapsed on me, moving her suddenly sensitive vagina off of my mouth, but collapsing over my face. It was amazing, truly amazing, and I felt like it was the ultimate expression of my submission to her, and my joy in that submission.
I had prepared the bed, so it was just the work of moments for her to secure me to the undermattress bondage setup, kiss me goodnight (a long savoring kiss that tasted of her sex. We dropped off quickly into a deep, contented, sleep.