Please, Sir? – Part 2 (L)
(L) – This story contains brief use of strong language.
Please read Part 1 of this story here to read about the beginning of this most intimate evening. Now, where had I left off…? Oh, yes!
Sir slowly rubbed my pussy as I fell from my peak, writhing and babbling as I did. His lips neared mine and kissed me dominantly. A hand held my throat as his lips claimed mine, and his tongue searched within for my soul. What a kiss, what a man.
“Master… mmmm…. thank you so much…”
“Most welcome, you deserved it. But do not become used to it, Sophia. Turn onto your stomach, now.”
“Master, maybe you can relax and lie dow—”
His eyes darted to mine, piercing into me, “I do not need to hear your voice. Lie down, I know what I must do.”
“Please forgive me Master, I promise I will be a good girl…” I lay down on my stomach, as Sir pulled me to the edge of the bed. He stretched my legs apart, such that my body was in the shape of an upside down letter “T” and his hands found my hair. A firm grasp and pull arched my back.
“Masterrrrr…. oh, please, use my pussy for yourself. I want to be good Nymph for you, please Sir?” I begged, moaning as I was inebriated with marital passion. I felt so lost, open, vulnerable, and broken. Not in a negative manner; all of the shyness and blushing was still present, but powerless in stopping him. I was afraid of how much I was falling for my own husband.
Sir kissed my forehead from behind, arching my back more, and laid his dark and magma-hot manhood on my derrière. I felt it in the center, its size and heat so wonderfully familiar to me.
With one final grasp and pull, he said, “Sophia, for the rest of the night, you will not deserve to know what happens. I will do what I must, and that is that. Enjoy, my love.”
With that, his cock pushed its way into my pussy, eliciting a moan that must have echoed for many miles. He began with deep and slow strokes, letting me know what shape my pussy must maintain, molding me as he does each and every evening in which he claims my body. His hands held my hair, and my waist, and then kneaded my breasts as he sped up his movement.
“Master, yes yes yes yes yes yes, please take my pussy!”
I was so naughty, I am blushing writing it now! Sir’s hands found the tips of my breasts, pulling at them and making me squeal with ecstatic pain.
He slowed his strokes, pulling me back to his voice: “I want you to receive me, but at the pace I desire. Careful, too slow and you know the result.”
He was so measured, his breath not hitching or ragged, utterly in command of himself and me. I was pushed forward, until my upper body lay on the bed. I stretched my arms above my head and then used my thighs to move my bottom back and forth, pleasuring Master with my pussy.
“Oh, yes, yes, dear Master, is Nymph doing good for her king? Please… I want to be your good girl…”
I so dearly wanted to be his Nymph, I wanted to service him and ensure he enjoyed our sensual union—whether I reach an orgasm is besides the point, I enjoyed merely letting him control whether I deserved to. Unfortunately, it seemed I was too slow. His hand came down in a firm spank on my bottom, causing a redness to form.
“MASTER I AM SORRY!” I moaned.
“Faster, Sophia, this is too slow!” His voice bellowed in our bedroom, as I sped up. My bottom shook each time I brought it back to his mighty thighs, consuming his cock within me each time. His cock was a sword of fire, burning its way into me each time, roasting me in the fires of love.
“Oh, yes! Thank you so much for your cock Master, thank you for taking my pussy, let me give you this pussy…” it was the most pleasurable time for me, as I incessantly brought my bottom back onto him, serving his manly mast with great devotion.
“Faster.”
SPANK
“Faster, woman!”
SPANK
“I am trying, Sir…” I breathlessly moaned as I sped up more. I wanted to please my king, and no desire in this world would be worth anything if I could not have that moment to please him.
“Perhaps we ought to stop here, hmm?”
“NO SIR YOU CAN’T, I NEED YOU!”
Sir quickly grabbed my breasts, twisting the tips lightly and kneading them as I moaned.
“Nothing here is for you to decide, do you understand? Know your limits!”
“OH YES MASTER PLEASE I CAN MAKE YOU HAPPY!” I moaned and yelled as I increased speed to a terminal limit, where I reached the peak of my pleasure mentally. I was in a space of pure submission and service, my body moving back and forth as if on rails, as if programmed. No amount of soreness in my thighs, tiredness in my hips, or coarseness in my voice from unstopped moaning would be able to halt my service.
“Look at you… ahh, such a good feeling, keep on it my love, keep on it.”
My king’s encouragement was met with an unintelligible high pitched moan, as my mind was lost for the foreseeable future.
“Ahh, yes… such a good warm and wonderful little vortex, sucking me in. But look at you,” he laughed.
SPANK
“Thank you, Master!” I subconsciously moaned.
“Such a beautiful woman, such a lovely lady… if even a single thought of mine veered even a degree off of your direction I would be a fool…”
I blushed as I kept my unstoppable service for him. My pussy gushed with nectar, reaching another orgasm. However, I did not scream or writhe. I knew I was experiencing a peak, but my mind and body were consumed in moving itself back and forth, hoping and praying that my Master was pleased!
“What are you, Sophia?”
I was admittedly lost a bit, so a firm spank awoke my mind.
“NYMPH FOR MY BELOVED!”
“You are my very own whore, Sophia. My beloved girl, to bed as I want to.”
The words were powerful, and in any other context or circumstance I know my husband would dare never use such a term in principle. But it seems he was not insulting me or degrading me; he was a doctor, diagnosing the patient. A linguist, translating a text with not an ounce of abridgement. I was a whore, a nymph, addicted to letting him taste and claim my pussy. Addicted to letting him fill my womb with his seed.
Without a word, he removed himself, the chill air rushing into me as the heat of his manhood leaves me. I was turned onto my back once more, legs raised onto my mighty Master’s shoulders, as he plunged into me once more. With a primal grunt, he began to move in and out of me, each stroke becoming more and more powerful.
“MAS… TER.. YES.. AHH… UGH… UGH… OHHHHH!” I incoherently screamed.
Periods of quick and efficient strikes on my pussy, and slow, deep movements had me melting and crumbling for my dear husband. His groans grew less and less controlled, his fists further planted into the bed in a planking position as he occasionally leaned in for a kiss that made me whimper, or a wondrous bite of my neck or breasts.
“You… are… bringing me close to… oh, Sophia!”
“Sir, bless me with your seed, please Master!”
My legs wrapped around his waist, as we both consciously realized how close he was to impregnating me with his potent, manly seed. I moaned and groaned as his grunts became more short, angered, and deeper in my ear.
“Is my good girl ready for her gift?”
I groggily moaned back, signaling my preparedness. As I reached another peak, Sir released himself into me. Boiling hot lava poured into me, searing its way into my womb. Nothing could stop its advance, as my Master made sure that his powerful staff was well equipped to make me his once more.
As we lowered from the peak of orgasm, he looked deep into my eyes. In them was written love and care beyond any words, and he kissed me with a soft dominance, his hand touching and stroking my face, and his other hand kneading my bottom and thighs.
“Maybe I ought to keep us like this for a while, let it all settle in you,” he said with a hearty laugh.
I giggled, strongly blushing. “I… would certainly not wish to waste my king’s kind gift.”
Still within my pussy, he laid on his side, pulling one of my legs up so he can stay inside of me. We kissed softly, as I felt him pushing as much as he could of what he gave me further inside. I began to cry, as I sometimes do following intense sensual evenings with him. He held me close to his chest, his manhood now softening slowly within me.
“My nymph did such a wonderful job.”
“Thank you,” I whispered whilst sniffling and tearing up.
”Who’s my good girl?”
”I am… I… am…”
”Yes you are, Sophia, yes you are.”
I am unsure when, but I soon fell asleep in his arms. I woke up the next morning feeling that very little of his seed had left me. I prayed to the Lord, thanking Him for such an earthly Master to guide me in marriage and family; he is my spiritual leader and the steward of my body and mind in this life. I prayed that I may be allowed to mother another child of my husband’s and raise that child to love the Lord and realize His grace.
Fortunately, the Lord was so graceful and merciful, as to answer my prayers. I believe that that evening, my husband impregnated me. I now grow another beautiful baby in my womb. Each day, I see the pronounced curves of my body, the glow of my skin and hair, and the gratefulness to the Lord. Each day, I join unto my God-given husband, as river unto sea, hoping he may gift me with more opportunities to serve him.
Thank you for reading, and once more I apologize for any improper language or tones. I do pray you all are well, you are in my heart and mind.
Joyfully in Christ,
SophTea “n_n”
Oh my goodness…this was so beautiful! Your descriptions have an eloquence and yet an eroticism that floods me with my own longing to experience a man's love someday. This was one such sentence:
"My bottom shook each time I brought it back to his mighty thighs, consuming his cock within me each time. His cock was a sword of fire, burning its way into me each time, roasting me in the fires of love".
Wow! I love it. Thank you for sharing this! Even though I am not wired to want to practice that level of a dom/sub relationship, I find it so beautiful, honorable, and hot in the way you and your husband do it. He respects you and you honor him. God continue to bless your marriage!
I am so happy you enjoyed it, I find your writing to be superb, so I take your compliments so happily!
I suppose I struggle to write aside from the feminine poetic view. Even in fiction I cannot write from a male perspective. But seeing my husband – the masculinity, the strength, the sheer power – I admire it.
I write and share what I feel about what I admire in him. I am happy it is coming through well “n_n”
I really liked this SophTea!
It was a good mix of storytelling, both the characteristics of the D/s relationship and the descriptive sex. We've played at D/s before though not to any advanced level, we certainly get the appeal. Your story is a nice balance of relationship and sex, and a great read for a quiet afternoon. It definitely got my cock nice and hard!
It’s funny but when I finished reading your story I said “Oh my goodness!” just as I read LLL saying it.
Like LLL my Melody & I are not wired for D/s but then I thought that in some ways maybe we are. When Melody gets going she loves rough titty play. And she always likes a real pussy pounding.
Your love for each other is absolutely beautiful! And everything y’all do for and to each other sexually is all lovemaking!
I loved this paragraph:
“Sir slowly rubbed my pussy as I fell from my peak, writhing and babbling as I did. His lips neared mine and kissed me dominantly. A hand held my throat as his lips claimed mine, and his tongue searched within for my soul. What a kiss, what a man.”
Your writing is so descriptive and erotic and still full of love! God bless you and “Sir!”
You are very apologetic about your use of “improper language” but we understand. Sexual words including slang terms that are “dirty” are not dirty when used in a passionate way in lovemaking with your spouse. For years the only sex slang term we used was “pussy.” Yet in the last couple of years we’ve really gotten into a lot of the racy vocabulary and it’s enhanced our fucking/lovemaking! Like you two, we never use those sex slang words to swear. We use them in their proper context. We think the Lord is fine with that.
You & Sir’s passion is downright erotic, beautiful, and inspiring! Thank you so much for your sharing your stories with us of the MH community!
Dear SophTea,
Your story truly resonated with me.
Master Joe and I also have a D/s relationship rooted in trust, love, scripture, consent, and rules. When we're in our dynamic, I feel deeply safe, cherished, and incredibly sensual, especially when my Master’s attention is solely on me.
Some of the things I love most are receiving his instructions while I’m at work, especially when they direct me to go home and prepare for his arrival. The anticipation is absolutely delirious. I adore it when he chooses my outfits, lingerie and shoes. I’m excited how we push the boundaries of our lovemaking to the maximum.
We spent time completing a ‘sex menu’ of acts, what we enjoy, what we would never do, and what we might be open to exploring together.
I get so excited waiting for his commands, but my favourite will always be “Use your words, Pet.” When I read that in part one, I melted.
And nothing arouses me more than hearing those three perfect words: “You’re a good girl.”
One of my favourite tasks is documenting our adventures in words. Master Joe has encouraged me to write our adventures down. Often, he asks me to read them aloud to him before bed. He has even allowed me to share some of them onto MH.
I invite you to have a read sometime, perhaps Unyielding Devotion.
Thank you for sharing such a beautiful piece. It's wonderful to connect with someone who understands this dynamic so well.
Love Lauren
I enjoy the nature of sexuality from my perspective because… it does not feel as if Sir is taking from me anything. It is not a selfish path for either of us, it feels kenotic and giving. He gives me his masculine strength and warmth and authority as a gift, and I give unto him my service and doting nature. It feels ancient, and right, and Godly.
We extent this across our relationship generally in marriage, but of course it has a special place in the marriage bed. As you so beautifully stated, hearing "good girl," from Sir is its own cure to any ailments of today, tomorrow and any day in the future. I routinely thank the Lord for His blessings. I too feel safe, as Sir is my steward. Ownership is truly never a human being's, God comes first, however it feels so lovely that God has handed me over to Sir to steward me.
He does, as you also stated, do things which allow me to submit and follow and simply be as I am. This may be, for example, ordering only a single menu at a restaurant or requesting particular clothes or what to cook. It may simply be in the sheer power in the word, "No," to command me.
I did indeed read your story, I remember it as I had commented I believe! It was very interesting and though we differ on vernacular and specific actions the tone and emotional weightage was felt through and through!!
My dear Sophtea,
I feel like I’ve found a kindred spirit here, a true subsister. I apologise I hadn’t put two and two together and remembered you commented on my story before;
I must also apologise for the language; we live between Paris and London, so my vernacular tends to be more direct. It’s fascinating how words translate so differently from one country to another, isn’t it?
Sending you warmth and appreciation
love Lauren xxx
I am happy to be a friend who shares a similar outlook on feminine submission in marriage and in intimacy <3
I understand, each culture and pair may have different views on language! We are very sensitive to it and genuinely both of us find ourselves very red to even acknowledge that the language would appear in certain moments of intimacy! So long as there is love and care, it is not an issue for any couple!
Sending warmth and prayer "n_n"
In my thoughts of what I wish my marriage to be, D/s is there. I don’t know how many women have this level of submissiveness in their core, but I imagine very few pursue, embrace, and live it out.
I love your stories SophTea.