Mom's Couch

This post recounts the first time Miss K and I had sex.  Keep in mind that by this time we both already knew every inch of each other...  blind-folded.  However, for whatever reason we had not yet pushed to that next level...  possibly because we both knew our promiscuity far exceeded our age...

It still bugs me how Miss K remembers so little of our lovely episode, yet still considers it one of her special moments.  Some things, I guess, a Dom will simply never understand...  On the contrary, I remember the whole scene like it was yesterday, and I can't remember it enough...

As was customary for us, we spent the summer apart.  We both lived in the Southwest, but I would routinely head to the Northwest for the summer and she would head to the Northeast.  Nothing special.  Typical summer apart.

We both returned home around the same time in August.  We had a couple weeks before school ramped-up, and our sleepy little town was hot, dusty, slow, and boring.  We left for the summer during one of our "separation periods" but I had spent much of the summer dreaming about her.  I was very much looking forward to seeing her again.  I missed her greatly, even though she drove me fucking crazy.  You see... with Miss K there is no in between... you get NOTHING or you get BOTH BARRELS full bore...  As a rather shy, unsettled young man, this was a difficult adjustment.

****The irony here is that our social personalities are exactly the opposite of our relationship roles.  She is the butterfly, gregarious, affable, out-going, with a domineering personality.  Her tongue and intellect are razor sharp and she's not afraid to use them; many a poor soul have been lured-in by her Siren-like qualities only to leave in shreds.  Yet, on the inside she's as docile as a doe on a warm summer day.  I am the quiet one socially; unassuming, stoic, measured in action, reserved in speech, selective in my interactions.  On the inside I am the proverbial court jester, a playful prankster, an outspoken individual...  very direct, decisive, calculating, and controlling.  I firmly believe now, this Ying & Yang of our various personalities is the adhesive of our relationship.****

After settling in at home for a couple days, which wasn't a particularly pleasant place to be for a variety of reasons, I chanced a call to Miss K.  I was sure she had hooked-up again over the summer, and this would be another school year of me battling some clueless, dipshit several thousand miles away for something I already owned.  Alas, I was to be pleasantly surprised.  Miss K answered the phone in her usual delightfully dancing voice, and seemed at least somewhat pleased to hear from me.  She invited me over for the afternoon to catch-up...  SWEET!!!!

We only lived a mile or so apart, so I headed over on foot.  She answered the door...   HOLY FUCK, BATMAN!!  My Miss K had really blossomed over the summer...  Curves were taking shape...  She was tanned...  Long, dark hair everywhere (one of my kryptonites)...  Sultry brown eyes (another kryptonite of mine)...  She invited me in with a big hug... her perfume jamming all the coherent radio waves in my brain...  Trying to refocus, I quickly ascertained that we were alone and would be for awhile...  Hmmm...  

**The young male lion felt something funny on his insides**

We settled down in the living room on the soon-to-be-famous couch...  For a while we chatted from opposite ends, but soon our magnetism started to exert it's pull.  Shortly, I was seated close to her and she was speaking softly whilst running her magical and always beautifully manicured hands through my hair (ANOTHER kryptonite of mine)...  To this day I have VERY thick dark hair (one of HER kryptonites)...  I leaned over for a kiss... she hesitated slightly, like she wanted to resist...  but quickly gave in...  our kisses are legendary...  long, deep, wet, full bodied kisses...  we made out for a while, my hands refamiliarizing my property...  her hand slipping so deftly under my belt...  soon the familiar squeeze as she milked the blood into my cock, transforming it into her personal granite monolith...

After a while we paused...  she turned on the TV and we watched for a while... she was seated on the floor leaning back against the couch... I was laying on the couch behind her.  I remember getting that mischievous feeling...  my arm slid off the couch and started to caress her as she sat there...  her toned belly, her breasts, her neck and shoulders... then, I found my way to her panties and slid my hand down between her legs...  she was boiling and dripping...  I started massaging her swollen clit when suddenly she grabbed my hand and said the words I will never forget, "Please don't start something you can't stop."

Somewhat befuddled... I can assure you this young lion had NO intentions of stopping ANYTHING!  I started kissing and sucking on her neck and she writhed with the pleasure from my hand, grabbing it harder with every pulse of pleasure I gave her.  She tipped her head back and we started kissing again... now her legs were willingly spread, inviting my play...  I got up from the couch and she met me, locked in a beautiful fit of passion...  before I knew what had happened she was naked except for her T-shirt, and my shorts had just fallen to my ankles (her doing)...  she laid down on the couch and pulled me down onto her...  I spent the next few minutes grinding my granite against her...  she was by now a complete hot mess...  I was a giddy young lion knowing what to do, but not a fucking clue how to do it...

Suddenly, as if my magic, Miss K grabbed my ribs and ever so deftly raised her knees, shifted her hips, and pulled me into her (no hand-guided missile!)...  My mind exploded...  I'd never felt anything like her...  I'll never forget the delicate skill she demonstrated that afternoon...  Her hands moved to my ass as she pulled me in deeper...  I closed my eyes and listened to her body...  soon we were moving in perfect concert...  two young teenagers experiencing love in its most primal form...  unfortunately, this young lion hadn't built-up any stamina yet, and soon my cock was out of control...  I asked her if I could cum...  She hesitated and then said yes...  I immediately exploded in her...  She gasped and looked at me with surprise...  "I felt you cum in me", she said, like it was unexpected.  I was delirious and incoherent, and not wanting to appear ignorant or weak I just let the comment slide.  I kept pumping on her until she politely said, "You can stop now."  I felt a little foolish, but I don't regret it for a minute.  I wanted to cherish every millisecond of her pussy wrapped around my cock...

I got up.  It was time for me to go anyway.  We sorted ourselves as best we could, trying desperately to comprehend what had just happened.  I kissed her at the door, hugged her, and strode away feeling like a king, HER King, and at the same time knowing our future was cloudy...  little did I know our journey had just begun.

The Hunter...

**GROWL**

**GROWL**

Last night, my beloved Miss K posted how she's felt hunted for so many years.  It was a truly beautiful post such that after reading it, I knew I had to respond in kind...

You cannot even begin to understand our connection unless you've felt a real, raw, primal connection to someone.  I mean primal:  fire in your eyes, unbridled passion in your heart, heat in your loins, prowling stalk in your actions.  Miss K is never safe from me...  she knows it...  she loves it.  Hell, I've thrashed her thoroughly for hours, let her clean up, and fucked her again only a few minutes later just to "tuck her into bed".

When Miss K walks across the room I notice...  ALWAYS.  The swing of her hips, the swish of her tail, the flip of her hair, the glancing catch of her eye...  She knows.  She knows I can strike at any time and she is helpless to defend herself.  She quit trying a very long time ago.  That's the kind of magnetism we've always had...  when we are together, angels sing around bon-fires...

If I sense a playful defiance in her look or if she seems just a little too comfortable fluttering about the house, I've been known to spring off the couch and chase her up the stairs; Miss K squealing the whole way.  I usually catch her right at the top of the stairs and grab her in a tight bear hug...  walk her down the hall, toss her on our bed and crawl up over her like a lion, biting and nipping at her body as I position myself for the kill.

If I see her diligently working away in the kitchen, I love silently gliding up behind her, and ever so gently placing my hands on her shoulders or hips, pressing my heavy cock against her delicious ass, forcing her against the counter.  She's trapped.  **ZIP**  She hears my pants hit for floor and I can feel her melt in my hands.  Pull up her skirt and ease her over the counter as I slide into her... her heels off the ground to meet me just the way I like.

My personal favorite is cornering her on the couch, preferably in her night gown or bath robe all curled up in the corner like an innocent princess.   She sees me round the corner and stop to size her up.  I approach directly with that mischievous look she knows so well.  She rolls onto her back instinctively...  puppy-dog eyes in full effect...  Her scent drifts to my nose as she opens her legs...  Fire ignites in my loins...  I unwrap her like a Christmas present and dive-in to take her.  Using the floor and back of the couch for leverage, she loves the rough thrashing she gets.  Our couch sex is downright surreal.  Ironic that the first place we ever had sex?  ...her mom's couch.

Our connection is so strong I have virtually no refractory period with her.  In fact, we routinely have multiple orgasms together.  Fucking amazing experience.  We fit together so perfectly in the physical way, it seems like every move stimulates something...

I used to concern myself with feeling overly pursuant of her...  was something wrong with me?  It's not like I pursued every kitten in town.  Sure I had other conquests, as did Miss K, but nothing compared to the primal drive I feel for her.  It wasn't based on jealousy or the insecurity of not having a possession...  Fact is, it's carnal.  She's mine.

She is my prey.  I am her predator.

Shibari: Our erotic art form...

A few thoughts on the bondage aspect of my relationship with Miss K.  I've always been intrigued by bondage, but not just any bondage.  For whatever reason, simply tying my pet to the bed or wall or chair or what-have-you is fun, but it has its limits.  We have the standard bondage implements of cuffs and spreaders, and don't get me wrong!  They are fun!  However, I find they require a lot more work in terms of "setting the scene" and imagination.  I prefer a more artistic, sensual atmosphere to weave into our erotic play, which is why I have become a student of Shibari or Kinbaku, a.k.a. Japanese rope bondage.

I credit my fascination with ropes and knot-tying with my experiences as a child (none of which was erotic by the way).  Whether it was helping my father and uncles tie a pair of pack boxes, using the famed diamond-hitch, on our mules for a hunting trip or lashing any number of items to a trailer for a long-haul or stringing up a tarp or tent securely between trees such that it could stand a very strong wind or rain, I was always intrigued with the art and skill involved with ropes.

So, when Miss K and I finally hooked up again, I knew a whole new arena of art was open to me.  I'm by no means an expert yet, but my familiarity with ropes gave me the confidence to enter the field of Shibari with little trepidation and a healthy dose of respect.

The arm bind you can see in a previous post is a credit to this.  Such a beautiful piece of art...  it turns Miss K into my own personal erotic canvas, which has a very arousing effect on me.  What's wonderful, too, is the effect it has on Miss K.  The bind makes her feel like part of the artwork, which she obviously is, and makes her feel even more beautiful for me, but it also has a very calming and seductive effect on her.  I've also found the added benefit that it prolongs the experience.  You don't just whip the ropes around.  For one it's difficult to do with the long sections you might use.  Second, flying rope ends are unwieldy and an inflict unintended and unpredictable pain through burns or whips.  Third, why hurry?!?  You're creating erotic art!  Take your time and enjoy it!

It's not rocket science, but I do caution folks interested in this art form to be careful.  Done improperly you can injure your pet; however, a few simple concepts can keep you out of most trouble.

1. Never bind on a joint, always above or below

2. Bind on soft tissue, not on the bone.

3. Tight is a misconception.  I prefer firm and snug.  Just so such that slippage is not possible.

4. Master simplicity first.

5. Stay very keen of your subject's body language and physical status.

There are many sources of information out there.  I particularly recommend the following resource:  www.completeshibari.com.  I found the books nicely done and easy to follow.  Another great resource for quality supplies is www.twistedmonk.com.

Enjoy.

Collared

Miss K and I just spent a wonderful weekend together.  It had been some time since we were able to have a few days alone with no distractions.  We made the most of it.

We both knew the time had come for her to receive her collar.  I had spent no small amount of time researching and shopping, and finally found the perfect one.  BUT, I made it very clear to Miss K this was no gimme.  She had to earn it.  She has been a very good student to this point, so I was hopeful.

I set the stage for her appropriately.  I listed out a set of very clear requirements that included a very lengthy and thoughtful writing assignment to deliver, a specific outfit to wear, a set of domestic chores to complete, and a particular configuration of our bedroom and specific toys I had selected for the occasion to be laid out ready for me.  But, here's the kicker.  She didn't know when it would happen, and I informed her at the moment I was ready she would have exactly sixty minutes to prepare all of it.  No more, no less, and with the exception of the writing assignment, no prep prior to the event was permitted.  To be fair it was a very challenging request, but not impossible.  I knew Miss K was concerned, but knowing Miss K, that's how you get the best from her, keep her sharp and focused.

We spent a lovely first two days together.  Dining, visiting with friends, lots of great sex (as usual), and lounging about generally enjoying each other's company after so much time apart.  Finally at 10pm sharp on our second night, Miss K was laying on my lap as we watched TV and I whispered into her ear, "You have 60 minutes."  She immediately looked at me...  a hint of disbelief in her eyes... and scampered upstairs to get started.  I  derived great satisfaction from hearing her scoot around hastily preparing for the experience that awaited...

I passed the time finishing up a movie we had started the night before.  At precisely 11pm I headed upstairs.  To my great satisfaction, I found my lovely pet kneeling beside our bed in her prescribed attire, arms stretched out in front of her with her chest and face against the floor.  Perfect silence.  I gently touched her naked back to let her know I was present, and then slowly undressed dropping my clothes around her tantalizingly.  I then softly walked around the room checking on her chores and the configuration of the room.  Passed with flying colors.  I then slowly lit all of the candles she had set out (one for each year of our relationship) and played some nice music.  I came back to her and knelt over her, so she could feel my body against her, my breath in her hair.  I nibbled on her back and shoulders to start warming her up...  then I grabbed my favorite toy.

Tap-tap.  Tap-Tap.  TAP-TAP.  TAP!  TAP!  Smack.  SMACK!  The sound of the riding crop is lovely.  She writhed at first, and then I could see her relaxation set in.  I checked her.  Wet.  Very wet.  Another session with the crop.  Another check.  Dripping.  I did this playfully for a while as I walked around her reading her writing assignment.  She has such beautiful penmanship...  Pleased, I gave her two more firm swats and told her to stand.

She stood up to see me holding a very long piece of rope.  "Your arms, please", I said softly.  Then, she stood there and watched as I bonded her in a front arm bind.  A lovely piece of work, if I do say so myself.

Then, I grabbed the spreader bar and bound her legs.  An image of near perfection.  I could see her starting to slip into her Zen-space.  I used her vulnerability to have my ways.  Kissing, licking, nibbling, biting, caressing, feeling every inch of her.

I picked her up and laid her on the bed.  This is where the spreader bar came in VERY handy.  Legs forced open... exposing my precious flower blossom.  I tasted her sweet nectar until she was trembling.  I slid into her...  she was absolutely boiling.  Bliss.  I made her hold the bar while I thrusted into her... quiet little gasps is all she could muster...  she was gone...  Awesome.

Then, I pulled out one of her favorite toys.  I also changed my point of attack.  I lubed her delicious ass and slid my throbbing cock into her causing her to body to briefly convulse and arch and awaken slightly.  I placed her toy against her clit with one hand and held the bar with the other giving myself an amazing view and the perfect angle to overwhelm her clit.  She was REALLY a hot mess now...  having been on the verge of orgasm already for over an hour...  she started begging for permission to cum.  I denied.  With each denial the anguish on her face increased with the fear of knowing she was approaching the point of complete loss of control.  Very swollen now.  My cold, stoic stare as I worked her over had a completely seducing effect on her.  I pressed her toy in harder...

SNAP!  She had finally broken.  Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm ensued (all without permission mind you).  She was helpless.  I was merciless.  I kept her in this state of forced orgasm for a very long time...  until I could see the exhaustion of her muscles and the glaze over her eyes.

Finally, it was time.  With a series of very powerful thrusts I filled her with a copious amount of my seed.  She lay there, my beautiful princess, utterly spent...  barely capable of forming words...  throughly thrashed physically.  Slowly, I removed her bonds, and then cuddled in next to her to bring her back "home"; it took a good 30 minutes to settle her down, warm up her shivers, and invite her for a shower to clean up.

An amazing experience for both of us... one I will NEVER forget.  Miss K had earned her collar.

Thoughts on discipline...

Discipline.

Just look at the word.  Say it.  It has an edge to it.  So easy to slide into a pejorative mindset about it...  and, I hate it.  Not discipline.  I love discipline.  I hate the misperceptions as it pertains to our world.

The definition put forth by Merriam-Webster doesn't help:

discipline (noun)

1 : Punishment 

2 obsolete : instruction 

3 : a field of study 

4 : training that corrects, molds, or perfects the mental faculties or moral character 

5 a : control gained by enforcing obedience or order   b : orderly or prescribed conduct or pattern of behavior   c : self-control 

6 : a rule or system of rules governing conduct or activity

(It also takes the form of a transitive verb, but the gist is just the same.)

As a Dom I'm truly dismayed by and vehemently disagree with the presence of #1 on this list, and equally dismayed at the obsolescence of #2.  Numbers 3 - 5 seem adequate.  

Number 6 captures the essence of discipline as I feel relates to my role as her Dominant.

I'm continually surprised at the correlation between discipline as a negative influence in our lives.  In my view discipline is anything but negative...  it is a source of pride, the foundation of achievement, a worthy foe, a good friend on a bad day, the purest form of honesty.

So, then, why does it have such a negative connotation?  Too many people associate discipline with punishment.  They use the term interchangeably, and it makes my skin crawl.  They are not interchangeable; they are interdependent.  Discipline and punishment have a cause-and-effect relationship resulting from a negative outcome.  The flip side is discipline and reward:  the result being positive outcomes.  Punishment is merely the manifestation resulting from a lack of discipline:

"I'll teach that bitch some discipline."  **off slides his belt**

No.  At this moment, he's teaching her punishment.  And, to be clear, that's just fine!! (Although, personally, I don't care for physical punishment.)  Just don't call it discipline...  please.  In doing so you run the risk of fundamentally warping her sense of right and wrong.  I coach high school football...  I see it all the time; kids cringing at the "d" word; completely ignorant of how valuable it is as a life's tool, how pivotal it is to their ability to learn success and failure.

My role as Miss K's King is to teach her disciplined behavior and the consequences that result from her subsequent actions, both good and bad...  to help her achieve her utmost potential as a person and keep her there.  It's my job to establish the standard of behavior; the system of rules that establishes boundaries and guideposts for her to use as a barometer for her decision-making.  I know how to make her flourish, and I can teach her, but ultimately it's up to her to make it happen.  Discipline is the key.

If applied in your relationship with genuine, constructive, loving intention, you will actually find yourself administering very few punishments.  That is my reward.

--King IV

You Must Let Go, My Precious...

Oh, Princess, I love you, but you still have much to learn, if not more to unlearn...

The following is a writing assignment Miss K "earned" as a result of an interaction we had a few days ago.  She has come so far in her growth, yet the impetus for this was a relatively calculated situation I knew she would struggle with.  I posed her with a simple decision...  a decision well within the boundaries I have set for her...  yet, I could immediately sense the internal battle she was waging within herself.  Unacceptable.  Time for a mental challenge...

"Earlier today, King asked for my opinion regarding 2 pictures... I stalled, mentally cataloging all of the reasons I liked one over another, weighing my options, looking at pros and cons...  He could sense my reticence and finally said, 'It's my decision ultimately, regardless of what you prefer.  I just want your opinion...'  I gave him my answer immediately.  It was a swift reminder that I no longer need to trouble myself with "decisions".  That wasn't what he asked for.  He didn't ask for a decision, he asked for an opinion.  And, trust me, I have plenty of those... 

That brief text exchange set up this particular writing assignment.  It was obvious to my King  that I still struggle with "letting go".  He asked that I begin thinking about what are the different ways a commited sub needs to learn to let go, and by doing so, what they gain in exchange for their submission.  Of course, I live in a very black-and-white world. It's all or nothing with me.  So, when he asked what I should be giving up as a sub, my immediate mental response was "everything"...  Ok, deep breath.  Take a step back.  Start parsing this apart, Miss K... 

For starters, I've given up my wardrobe.  My King now has control over all of my clothing purchases.  When we can't shop together in person, I take photos of items I think he will like and send them to him, waiting for his approval. His taste is excellent as evidenced by the countless compliments I received on the new dress I wore to work on Monday, (sans panties, of course)!  He has decreed that I need 'more color!' and 'more dresses!' to help mold me into the lady he knows is lurking inside of me.  In exchange, I have gained a pleasure that is two-fold.  I'm wearing a wardrobe that not only does he approve of, but that he finds sexually appealing.  I ooze sex appeal all day, even dressed relatively conservatively for my job.  The confidence I feel as his beautifully adorned piece of property makes me stand a little bit taller.  Second, I don't stand in my closet in the morning wondering what I should put on.  That decision has been made for me and I am free to pull my clothing off the hanger and get dressed without a thought...

Second, I have given up control over my whereabouts...  I text him when I leave for work, when I arrive there, when I leave.  I ask for permission to attend social functions with my friends.  He knows when I go to bed every night and when I rise every morning.  He has gained the knowledge and control over me he deserves as my Dom, and I have gained an amazing amount of peace knowing that he cares about me enough to know where I am at all times.  In the short amount of time we have been exploring this D/s relationship, this has already become second nature.  I don't go anywhere without letting him know where I am. 

Third, and perhaps a more subtle release of control is the domestic part of our relationship...  My King has outlined specific guidelines for how our house is to be kept.  What are his pet-peeves regarding cleanliness, how he likes his laundry done, his coffee prepared in the morning, his tea prepared at night... This has been a revelation for me.  I no longer guess what needs to be done to make him happy, I don't walk on eggshells hoping that our little love-nest will meet his approval.  My chores and tasks are outlined and the expectations are clear.  When he comes home, I know he won't give a second thought to his laundry or what I'm making for dinner.  It will ALL meet with his approval and that makes me feel needed and valuable around our home. 

Additionally, I've given up control of my finances.  That doesn't mean we don't talk about purchases, or that my King has put me on a budget or given me an allowance.  It just means that I can't balance my checkbook to save my life, he is phenomenal with our money and I feel at ease knowing he sees the "big picture" with regards to our spending and retirement.  Trust me, I have TRIED to give him complete control of my finances and I even ASKED for an allowance...  (I've never been able to figure out how I can make over 6 figures and STILL be broke.)  With his guidance and counsel, I have gotten my finances on track and we have more than enough money to not really fret over every nickel and dime...  I have complete faith in his decisions and if he tells me to buy something, I buy it.  If he tells me to wait, I wait. 

Finally, and perhaps the most obvious, is that I've given up control of my body.  Now, for the last 3 weeks, my King and I have been separated by 1500 miles, which makes physical submission a little bit difficult.  But, that doesn't mean he hasn't been exercising his control over HIS body.  I send pictures when he tells me, I touch myself when he commands and I don't have an orgasm without his permission...  This is no different than any other sub, really.  Submission in it's most refined form.  My body is His, to use in any way he desires, even if it's not "in-person" at the moment.  My fulfillment comes in knowing that he will protect this body with his life."

Well done, Miss K.

She was true to her assignment, but I think she slightly missed the boat in her first argument.  My desire is NOT for her to be untroubled in decision-making at all.  In fact, she must make critical decisions everyday and learn how to make better decisions all the time.  What I needed her to realize is I have created a safe, predictable environment (with my control) for her to learn that skill.  Will she make mistakes?  Yes.  But, I have created a sanctuary where she may not fear failure.  I have her back...  ALWAYS.  

Let go.  Think freely, my pet, you have so much to offer.

-- King IV

Dom Away from Dom

An unfortunate circumstance for Miss K and I presently is that we must spend a fair amount of time apart.  You may have gathered from previous posts, this is not an ideal situation for us.  Being rather physical people, we don't do well without regular contact. In particular Miss K takes the brunt of it.  She needs to know I'm close.  She needs to "feel" me... my presence is an anchor for her... whether in physical contact or simply the atmosphere created when I'm in our house...  when I walk through the door, she says the whole demeanor of the house changes...  when I walk into the bedroom, she feels the primal exhilaration of predator and prey...  (ASIDE:  She says she constantly feels as though she's being hunted... which she is...  and admits her addiction to the anticipation of not knowing when or where my next attack will come...  powerless to defend herself...  I love it.  **primal growl**)

I'm so familiar with her personality and moods, it's easy for me to sense when she's feeling adrift...  foundering from a lack of contact with me.  As you can imagine, this is very frustrating for me and downright not healthy for Miss K.  I needed a solution.

As luck would have it, Miss K was feeling rather playful one day and sent me an article on plugs.  She didn't quite understand how they were used or what purpose they served, and inquired for my thoughts.

I knew immediately.  They can serve multiple roles; they can be used as punishment or they can be used for pleasure... or in my case I knew they could be used for comfort.  Knowing my little girl, I had my solution.  I immediately instructed her to go purchase a nice glass plug in the small to medium variety.  I explained to her that this little plug, whom we've since named "GC", will prove to be very comforting, serving as a physical symbol of my presence and protection.  I told her, "when you wear him, you will feel me and know I'm there."

My lovely servant did as she was told, and by this time, feeling the void of my absence immediately asked permission to use it.  I granted.  From 1500 miles away I could feel her spirits lighten.  Now she is hooked.  She loves him, and is very grateful when I instruct her to use him.  I know when SHE needs him, and I know when I need him [in her].  Simple, but effective.  He is her Dom away from Dom.  We are both thankful to have Him.

-- King IV