With a vengeance

So, I had been spending a few days in a funk, nicely timed to start right at the tail end of one of Mina’s funks. In fact, yesterday, I even drafted, though didn’t post, a “feeling-my-own pain” post about my absent mojo (Say that sentence to yourself with an Austin Powers voice. Don’t imagine him saying it, impersonate him with your voice. Just trust me on this.). Today, as I got to work, I had a serious flashback to my first day, only in Bizarro World where nothing worked right. Weirdly, the weather was the same, on a day we were working on the same thing as when I started, but somehow, nothing was coming out the way it was supposed to. As a rookie I knew what it would take to make this happen, why the hell couldn’t I pull this off now? Finally, frustrated, I stepped back and let my guys handle it. Out from under my watchful eye, they righted the ship and everything fell into place.

This then dovetailed into the other experience from my starting here: my early, passionate encounters with Mina, when we were both captive to only this desperate need for passion, and unable to stay in our clothes together, no matter what our plans were. And there, even though I was tired from my crummy, funk-tainted sleep, I felt something igniting. I went to the vending machine and got an energy drink. As I slammed it back, and the caffeine poured gasoline on the spark inside me and suddenly I felt this wave of passion ride up inside me, and with it a desire for dominance. I packed it in at work shortly after and hit the road. I had the scenario all planned out, but I did not know how hard Mina would make this for me…

As I hit the road, I sent her a text message:

Well this is interesting…I am experiencing a massive rush of dominant urges…

I thought about this for a few minutes. Do I want to go there? I haven’t really been dominant in a while, and we’ve been in a funk, do I really want to take the risk? Wait…risk?! I’m the dom! I tapped out another text.

Be wearing your collar and your pink slip when I come home.

By collar, I mean Mina’s new pink collar with a heart lock on it. I didn’t say which, because I didn’t have to. She knows. She’s a good sub. As I open the door and set down my things, I poke my head around the corner, and there she is, in all pink just like she was told, fresh out of the shower. I sit down next to her on the sofa and she begins talking about her day. I rub and scratch her exposed back as we talk for a while. When she seems done, I tell her to get in my lap, facing me. She does as she is told, with a slight look of “Do I really have to do this?” Now, on a different day that would be an instant beating. But, this is not what I have in mind. Today is about dominance, not pain.

I ordered her to unbutton my shirt and massage my chest. She does so, untucking my t-shirt underneath my workclothes and rubbing my skin softly. I sigh, and then moan. Her touch is almost ticklish, and the result is intense and invigoration. Soon, I am moaning at my submissive’s educated touch. It just feels so damned good, and it was exactly what I wanted. Now, I was going to cut ahead to the chase in my original plan, but I didn’t want to cut this short. So I tell her to take my shirts off and rub my neck, and I am shortly groaning as her hands magically dissolve the toxic emotions of the last few days away. “Rub my arms, too.” She has me tingling all over. This is a fantastic, no, the best massage I have ever had. I have never enjoyed simply being touched so much, not even as teen getting to second base the first time. I could feel Mina starting to enjoy what she was doing, happy that she could please me so.

As elated as I as with this, I had to move on. I had plans, you see. I reached up and guided one of her hands down to my slacks. Now the tingling had an intense thrill added to it. I could feel my cock growing in her hand. I reached over and laid my t-shirt over a throw pillow and gave it to Mina. I told her to kneel on the floor, and to use the pillow for her knees. “I want you to give me pleasure, like only you know how to do, like only you ever have.” She smiled, and I could see now that she was fully “in” to the moment. Ah, the joys of seducing a submissive…

Her hands slid up my thighs and she opened my slacks. After some unintentionally funny gymnastics to get them off, her hands slid back up my bare thigh, I closed my eyes. Her lips kissed my hard cock, and I gasped. I kept my eyes closed as she took me in her mouth to a dazzle of sensation. I was groaning. I knew I was making noise, and I was letting myself vocalize, but I didn’t know what I was doing, or what I was saying. As she kept going, one hand on my shaft, pumping below her lips, another crept up from below, delicately fondling me. I was shivering, and I felt that surge of power that presaged an orgasm, and it held, like that. Mina deftly continued this high-wire act, keeping at the edge of collapsing to orgasm, never letting me up or down. I felt her saliva rolling down my shaft, over my balls, and God I love that feeling. Well, at least, now I know I love that feeling. Then the thought hit me:

This is the best blowjob I have ever had.

Now, I had plans. I was going to fuck her. And right now I wanted to fuck her. But, how do you cut short the best oral sex of your life? Dominance is not for wimps. I ordered her to the bedroom. “And be ready to get fucked.” Now, my original plan was going to involve headphones and turning the lights off so she wouldn’t know when I was coming. But, I held out for exactly seventeen seconds before walking into the bedroom to find her on all fours. That’s my girl.

I knelt behind her, and ran my fingers along her slit, feeling the thick wetness just beneath the surface, and spreading it on my cock. I did it again and again, and told her what I was doing. Then I guided my erection to her, feeling for that spot, and slowly pressing in, fucking her, each stroke going slightly deeper until I was all the way in. Her body felt…incredible, just what I wanted. I began to fuck, not have sex, fuck. I thrust in, harder and harder. I plunged deeply in, then continued pressing hard as I pulled her back. This was brutal, and she later told me it was the hardest I had ever fucked her. Finally, that sought-after orgasm began rippling through my body outward from hers. As I started to come off of the high, my body broke out in shivers.

As we lay in bed together, we talked about our new place that we are looking for, and in that simple, meandering conversation, I felt…intimate, closer to her than I had been in a long time.

As the title implies…I’m back.

And tonight, I’m going to fuck her again.