Punctuated Equilibrium

For those of you who aren’t well-versed in evolutionary biology, (and who can blame you for not being so versed) Punctuated Equilibrium is the brainchild of Stephen Jay Gould. In essence, this theory states that evolution occurs in fits and starts. There are long periods of relatively little change, and then abrupt periods of revolutionary change. We have, in the last few days, experienced a surge in the growth of our relationship.

A new series of rules have developed. Mina’s submission has deepened, and she is surrendering more of her will to me daily. At the same time, I have found more ways to take control of our life, and to engage her as a submissive. Our normal routine has Mina waking and leaving for work earlier than I do. So, given some “alone time” in the morning, I have taken to picking her house clothes for the afternoon. Every morning, I lay out what she will be wearing when she gets home. Also, we have begun a journal, and with each set of clothes, I am leaving instructions in the journal. Most days will entail little more than “shower and relax,” since her job is very demanding. However, I have instituted a new tradition: Role Play Fridays.

Last Friday, anticipating the TiVo box I would be bringing home, I laid our her fluffy pink robe, and her matching black bra and panties with pink polka dots. I added the following instructions:

I am leaving you this lingerie and a robe to begin a new tradition: Role Play Friday. You are the sexy housewife who is trying to adapt to her new home life. I am the cable delivery man. Once the delivery is made you will ask me back to whatever room you wish to be taken in, under the ploy of the “the check book is in __________.” You will ask how much you owe and open the robe, offering yourself.

-Your loving master

Mina got home, after a long, exhausting day at work and on the freeways, and I was not completely certain that she would still be up for it when she got home. As I was making my way through the brier-thick LA traffic, I got a text message from her: *giggling at the note you left. She is such a wonderful submissive in that she can absorb an exhausting day, come home to a note this corny, and bounce right back in the sexy mood I wanted. I invented a small errand for myself to buy some time until she texted me that she was ready, and then I came home.

She opened the door in her robe, hair wet and tossed back from the shower, exactly how I like it. We made some awkward small talk as I unboxed the TiVo and set it up. She told me about her husband that was regrettably married to his job, and left her on her own far too much. While the TiVo was booting up, I ask her for the check. She smiled for a moment, deciding which room it was in. “My purse is in the bedroom,” she said with a mysterious smile as she turned to head back. “And you may accompany me.” I followed her back, both eager and confused.

She faced away from me, tugging at the belt of her robe. “So, what forms of payment do you take?”

“Check or credit.”

She pulled her robe open, revealing her beautiful black lingerie. “Any other forms of payment?”

I smiled. How could I not? “In your case, I think so.” I pulled her against me and kissed her. I pushed the robe off. She smiled as she started unbuttoning my shirt.

“So, you go and service a lot of people. How often do you get serviced?” I smiled. I love seeing her creative energy coming out in this role. She not only performed the role, but I could see her own essence coming out, taking it beyond the thin outline I gave her and owning this character. “You asked how I kept myself busy earlier. I will tell you that I often rely on the arsenal of sex toys beneath this bed over here.”

She stripped my clothes off, and knelt in front of me. I was glad I had cleaned up my hair down there as she took me in her mouth, and explored my body with her tongue between beautiful, long sucks of my shaft. I gave her a playful spank, and a few nips of her neck, which she responded to loudly. Finally I pulled her down, and laid her on the bed, sinking between her legs. Her moan resonated off the walls as my tongue splayed the lips between her thighs apart.

“You’ve needed to be licked, haven’t you?”

“I’ve needed so much.” Very quickly, tasting her was just not enough for me, so I crawled up, eye-to-eye with her, kissing as my hips shifted and I felt my way inside her body. Her body had that kind of wetness that seemed to draw me into her body. I worked my hips against her and ground against her body with the special motion I have learned she loves. Her arms and legs wrapped around me, pulling me in, and she was simply more than I could resist. I felt the inevitable rush from below, as the orgasm welling up in me. I was moaning, and I was screaming in her ear as I felt an enormous liquid rush bursting inside her. She smiled, and ooohed with each pulse that blasted inside her body.

I slowlly pulled out and slid back down to return to my licking. I wanted, like any good cable guy, to provide excellent service.I should want her to request me for all her service needs. I scooped up the thick white stream slipping out of her body to lubricate my fingers as I put them inside her. She moaned as I completed their entry with the flick of my tongue against her clit. I worked away at her body, and I felt several small waves rise and fall, but her orgasm was proving elusive. I decided to reach into her arsenal of toys, and pulled out the long-neglected Hummingbird. I kept my fingers inside her as I worked it. Her hand reached down, and she slowly took the buzzing beast from me, and began working it against her clit. Suddenly, her moans became sharp, and louder and louder, filling the house. She came explosively, almost crushing my fingers with the kind of orgasm everyoen should have. At least once.

As she lay in an exhausted heap, I lay next to her, touching her, but letting the heat from the sex radiate away. I was deeply proud of my submissive, and the energy she had poured into this at the end of what was an exhausting day.

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That night, I noticed some irritated patches on her neck. The next day she explained that her sleeping in her collar was creating a problem, because she is mildly allergic to the touch of most metals on her skin. Noble metals, like gold, silver, or surgical steel were not normally a problem, but the lock on her collar was. Of course, she was telling me this just after I had told her to stop what she was doing and come to the bedroom so I could have her. Given that she had turned from Totally Normal Mina to Getting Fucked Mina with less than ten minutes of carress and orders from her Master, how could I let her continue to suffer? She deserved to be rewarded. We headed out that afternoon, and walked through a few jewelry stores until we found a daytime collar for her. The design was suggested by our dear friend DLG, who had first introduced us almost two years ago. The beautiful part is that the sterling silver chain never needs to be taken off, and she can spend her every moment feeling the comfort of her newly-complete submission.