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Reconnection
We have been rather busy lately, even moreso than is normal. A LOT of family obligations going on right now, but one of the features of our new relationship is that we take the time to reconnect quite frequently. Sometimes those connections are brief, sometimes they are extended, but always they reinforce and celebrate our dynamic. Here are a few of them.
We've switched roles in more ways than I've illustrated thus far, actually. Perhaps it is being released from the obligation of being the one who is responsible for everyone's success, but Mrs Fillmore has truly taken on some of my characteristics. This morning, she needed to get out in a hurry, and we slept in our guest cabin, so our morning took extra time. I still made her breakfast, etc, but had to walk to the house to get it together then back out to the cabin. We ate together, laughing about nothing, silly things, like we always have, and we talked about some serious issues.
But this put her behind schedule. Her keys were hanging up on the rack (I had put them there last night) but she couldn't find her wallet. She was searching her car, and I went inside and found it, in really just a moment, and brought it to her. She was so happy. I know how that side of the equation feels from decades of personal experience. Then it was her phone. I went out to the cabin to look for it, and asked her to call me, and it rang from the bag she was holding at her side. Again, a familiar feeling for me. She beckoned, and I went to her. She stopped me on the steps down into the garden. She was on the top step, and I was looking up at her. She signaled that it was okay for me to embrace her, and I wrapped my arms around her waist. She looked so beautiful; the sun was shining full onto her face and the fringes of hair around her seemed to glow in the sunlight. She tilted my head down into her chest and I closed my eyes. She put her lips on my forehead and I felt that electric connection I do when I am bound in bed and she is caressing me. She was communicating her joy and contentment, and no words were necessary. I soaked it in, and I could feel her love enveloping me. It was around 7, but the warmth of the day wrapped around me like a hug. Later, I'm sure, that warmth would be something to escape, but right now it was invigorating. I felt distractions leave me, and the only thing on my mind was the feel of her lips on my forehead, her arms wrapped around me, and mine around her. I could feel the warmth of the sun, and the warmth of her lips. It was a beautiful moment that seemed to both last forever and end too soon.
"What are you thinking," she asked me.
I contemplated the question carefully, both for what she meant, and for how to answer that truthfully. "Nothing. I am thinking of nothing. I am just feeling your love."
Her smile told me I had understood her.
Another time we reconnected, perhaps on the other end of the spectrum, came up in conversation last night. We were sitting somewhere together, and I was either on the ground or the floor in front of her. For whatever reason, the conversation organically turned to our power dynamic, and her ownership of my will. I mentioned perhaps my favorite time she had expressed her dominance, and she pretty much finished my sentence. As it turns out, we both think of this moment frequently, and for the same reason: it makes us feel happy, sexy, and fulfilled.
I had been naked in the kitchen, cleaning or cooking. This meant that our kids were out, but it was daylight. Our youngest was due back shortly, so probably in the evening after work when they were at practice.
I was behind the counter by the fridge, and she came around to me. She asked me if I wanted something, and it wasn't a cup of water or something mundane. It was something I felt I needed to make a decision whether I wanted, and I have given up doing that, for the most part. "Abigail, you know you can just tell me..." and my explanation was cut off with her hand over my mouth. "I know I can tell you. I know I own you. When I ask for your opinion, it means I want it!" As she said that sentence she tweaked my nipple (the one without the ring) in time with the tempo of the words. My knees got weak with the mixture of pain and pleasure, and when she was done speaking she took advantage of that weakness to push firmly down on my shoulders, driving me to my knees.
But she didn't stop there. I made as if to speak and she shushed me, then pulled on the back of my neck to force me over, ass up, face on the floor. I was a bit in shock, as while I don't have trouble with our power dynamic, she normally doesn't express it so suddenly and forcefully.
But here she was forcing my submission, physically. She kept the hand on the back of my neck, forcing my face into the floor, and with the other hand beat a tattoo of spanking blows on my ass, which I knew better than to lower; it was up and available to her. As she applied this not-so-subtle reminder of my submission, she whispered questions to me. "You know that I own you, right?" "Yes, Abigail." "You know that I don't have to ask your opinion, right?" "Yes, Abigail." "Do you understand that when I do ask for your opinion, I really want it?"
"Yes, Abigail." The smacks to my ass stopped, but her hand still held my neck pinned to the floor. She seemed to be taking some meditative breaths, and as she did she stroked my ass cheeks lovingly, caressing what must surely have been some very red flesh.
"Good" That was all she said, and I expected she would let me up, but still her hand remained in place. Then I felt her lean over me and the fabric of her blouse rubbed against my lower back, and I felt her breasts press into me. Then I felt her kiss my still tender ass gently.
It was so loving, so tender, and yet I was so firmly in her control, that I had amazing feelings running through me. I hummed with pleasure, knowing my submission pleased her.
That's when the kiss turned painful. A hickey on the loose skin of your neck hurts, but mildly. I don't think there are as many nerve endings there. But a hickey on the hard flesh of your ass, an ass that has just received a righteous spanking? That is a fairly exquisite sort of pain. Sort of like a wasp's sting. To my credit, I didn't cry out with the unexpected pain, nor did I writhe or in any way move my ass. She marked my ass for a good fifteen seconds, sucking hard. I know it was effective, because when we were talking about it last night, her eyes lit up and she told me the mark was still there, weeks later.
After she was done, she let me up. I hadn't noticed, but our youngest had come home at that point, and the truck she got a ride in was still in the driveway. I stood, and Mrs Fillmore kept one hand lazily draped around my neck. To an outside observer it might look like an affectionate and loving gesture, but we both knew it was a reminder of her dominance and my submission.
I quaked a little, cognizant of the window behind me, and the thought that if my daughter approached the house, she would see my tanned ass. But Mrs Fillmore had something to ask me, so I didn't move. She looked up into my eyes and asked me this: "What are you thinking?" I didn't need to contemplate the question, the answer was right there on the tip of my tongue. "That I am yours. You own me, and I must obey you."
"Good boy, "she said, playfully slapping my ass, "now go get dressed." Which I did, forthwith. //// Edit. From Mrs Fillmore: I must correct you Mr. Fillmore... You were fully clothed when I exercised control of you in the kitchen. You had just come home from work, you still had your belt on. I remember specifically relieving you of it as I pulled down your pants. Also that marvelous hickey is on the lower portion of your back, in the most soft and receptive part of your flesh. //// It's funny how the mind plays tricks on us. I so remembered her domination that I forgot I had clothes on. I was SURE I was naked. This is my mental state, just re-wired, so I'm subservient to her. It feels good, and I feel like the same old me, but this is proof positive of my changed state. As to the hickey, it's not in place I can see, so I wouldn't know it's exact location.