afterward

We’ve just finished our evening activities.
Sir is in the bathroom, cleaning up, as I lie in the bed, spent and relaxed.
I am sweating, but getting cold as the fan sends the cool air down over me.
In this moment, I’m not thinking of anything.
I am only feeling – love and ownership and thankfulness and…
I begin to doze off…
Sir has returned with my cuffs and collar.
Sometimes we play with them on, but many other times, they don’t go on til after. I really like that.
Cuffs always go on first and tonight, I sleepily hold up my right wrist. He fastens it, then I offer my left.
He is so particular that the buckles face opposite directions. Many times I’ve giggled to Him about it. But now, I’m too busy floating and so ready for sleep.
I lift my head from the pillow, barely.
He places the collar around my neck and guides me to sitting, so there is no difficulty or hair pulling (once He ripped a chunk of hair right on out of my head, so we are extra careful now).
No longer will He simply buckle my collar… I forget this sometimes…
He pulls the collar through the buckle, far past the grommets…
Pulling, pulling, steady pressure…
I’m feeling lightheaded, but I’m getting oxygen, sort of…
And now I feel it building inside of me.
I think I say “no, please.” I must because He replies His usual reply…
Yes. Come for me.”
And I do, dammit. From the choking alone.
He loosens the collar as my orgasm peaks. Oxygen rushes freely inside my lungs and my body tremors with the pleasure.
I am shivering and I let my head fall to the pillow, nearly forgetting His fingers fastening the collar.
I’m slightly embarrassed about coming like that, without any touching, only choking, but His ‘good girl’ settles me quickly.
He gives me a kiss and slides into bed.
I snuggle into His chest – my Home – and close my eyes, safe and secure in the only place I’ve ever belonged.

~shygirl

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Two

Removing clothes

Legs bent to chest

Hands holding down

Tongue, mouth, teeth

Don’t move

Dripping

Teeth, tongue, mouth

Hands pushing, holding

Stop moving

Pinned hands, pinned legs

Mouth, teeth, tongue

Please

Take a turn

Positions change

Hands freed

Roaming, grasping

Aching to taste

Hands only

Two hands

Bending to taste

Pushed back, held fast

Dragging

Edge of bed

Grabbing face

Open wide

Thrusting, gagging

Finally

Sucking, desperate

Ramming into throat

Slick with spit

More, now

Sucking, licking, choking

Tears falling

Begging

Teasing, prepping

Swift entry

Legs up, hand encasing neck

Pounding, rhythmic

Taking

Pushing over

Ecstasy

No rest

Continue

Shallow breathing

Owning, surrendering

Strengthening hands

No mercy

Diving off the cliff again

Always too much

Never enough

Giving over

Releasing

Relentless pounding

No time, only feeling

Loving

Pushed over the brink

Unison

Perfection

Souls and bodies intertwined

Used, adored

Cherished, taken

Loved

All that is

Everything

For two

shygirl