Today marks over six months in my journey with Sir. We missed the actual date by a few days, but the significance is not lost on me. It’s been an incredible journey of self-discovery and fortitude. The dynamic between us has grown deeper, stronger, and more fulfilling than I ever imagined.
In these past months, Sir has been by my side through the good, the bad, and the ugliest moments of my life. His unwavering friendship, leadership, and guiding voice have given me strength I didn't know I had. To say that I love him doesn't even seem like the right words most days, as they hardly do justice to the depth of my feelings. It's more than love; it's an all-encompassing devotion and adoration that touches every part of my soul. It's a connection that goes beyond mere affection, intertwining my very essence with his.
This morning, as part of my daily ritual, I woke Sir up with a slow, sensual blowjob. Kneeling beside the bed, I gently took him into my mouth, feeling his hardness grow with each flick of my tongue. His moans of pleasure were my reward, and I savored every moment of serving him in this intimate way.
"Good morning, Sir," I whispered, looking up at him through my lashes as he stirred awake.
"Good morning, my sweet little slut," he replied, his voice a soothing balm to my soul.
I continued dutifully. Once he finished and I lapped up every last drop of his cum, I followed him to the shower, my hands gently lathering his body with soap. The feel of his muscles under my fingertips sent shivers down my spine. He allowed me to wash every inch of him, my touch both tender and reverent. As I knelt to wash his legs, my breasts brushed against his thighs, and I could feel the growing hardness of his cock.
As he dressed, I prepared his favorite breakfast, carefully arranging everything to perfection. I wore my revealing French maid uniform, the one Sir insists I wear each day while carrying out my chores and duties. The short skirt barely covered my ass, and the tight bodice pushed my breasts up provocatively.
Then, I attended to my daily chores, making sure everything was immaculate. Each task I completed was a tribute to him, a way of showing my dedication and gratitude. The uniform I wore made each movement a tantalizing display, and I knew Sir was watching, enjoying the view. Throughout the day, I found small, intimate ways to serve him – a gentle massage, a whispered compliment, a lingering touch. Each act was a reminder of my place by his side, a position I cherished deeply.
Sometime that afternoon, Sir decided it was time to reward my devotion. He called me into the office, his eyes dark with intent. "Kneel," he commanded, and I obeyed without hesitation.
As I knelt before him, I looked up into his steely blue gaze. "Sir, I've realized that today marks over six months of our journey together," I said softly. "I wanted to treat you extra special today to show my appreciation for everything you’ve done for me."
A slow smile spread across his face, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "You've done well, my sweet little slut," he replied, his voice a soothing balm to my soul. "Your devotion and service do not go unnoticed."
His dominance was a heady mix of power and tenderness. He guided me through a series of rituals, each one designed to heighten my submission and deepen our bond. The first ritual began with me kneeling before him, my hands resting on my thighs, eyes cast downward. He stood strong and imposing, his presence alone commanding my complete attention and obedience.
"Present yourself," he ordered, and I slowly spread my knees wider, exposing my most intimate parts to him. He inspected me with a discerning eye, his gaze traveling over every inch of my body, making me feel both vulnerable and cherished.
Next, he had me crawl to him, a silent testament to my devotion and willingness to submit. As I reached his feet, I kissed them reverently, my lips pressing against his skin in worship. "Good girl," he murmured, his approval sending a thrill through my entire being.
He then instructed me to rise and follow him to the living room, where he positioned me in front of a full-length mirror. "Watch yourself," he commanded, and I obeyed, my eyes fixed on our reflection. He moved behind me, his hands gliding over my body, touching and teasing until I was trembling with need.
"Touch yourself for me," he said, his voice a seductive whisper in my ear. I complied, my fingers finding their way to my wetness, stroking myself as he watched. The intensity of his gaze, combined with the sight of myself in the mirror, heightened my arousal to an almost unbearable level.
"Stop," he commanded abruptly, and I froze, my body aching for release. He then guided me to the bed, where he bound my wrists with soft silk ties. "This is to remind you of your place, to deepen your submission," he explained as he tightened the knots just enough to restrain but not hurt.
My heart raced as he ordered me to worship him, my lips trailing kisses along his body. I started at his feet, kissing my way up his legs, savoring the feel of his skin under my lips. As I reached his thighs, I hesitated, my breath coming in quick, shallow bursts.
"Continue," he instructed, his voice firm yet tender. I reveled in the privilege of pleasing him, each caress a silent vow of loyalty. My lips traced the lines of his muscles, moving upwards until I reached his hardness. I kissed the tip of his cock, my tongue flicking out to taste him, earning a low groan of approval.
He allowed me to worship him this way for a few moments before pulling me up to face him. "Now, it's time for your reward," he said, his eyes dark with desire. He untied my wrists and guided me back to the bed, positioning me as he saw fit.
"Look at me," he instructed, and I raised my eyes to meet his steely blue gaze. The intensity in his eyes made my breath catch. "You are my eager little fuck doll, and I appreciate your extra care in service today," he declared, his voice a low growl that sent waves of desire coursing through me.
Without breaking eye contact, his hands began to roam over my body, exploring, teasing, and claiming every inch. He started by spanking my ass, each sharp smack making me gasp and pushing me deeper into submission. "Thank you, Sir," I whispered compulsively, the words tumbling from my lips without him even asking. His hands moved to my breasts, slapping them lightly at first, then harder, the sting sending jolts of pleasure through me. "Thank you, Sir," I repeated, my voice trembling with arousal.
He traced his fingers down to my pussy, giving it a series of firm slaps that made me moan loudly. "Thank you, Sir," I cried out, the words becoming a mantra of my devotion.
He continued his exploration, his palm connecting with my face in a gentle but assertive slap that made my cheek flush with heat. "Thank you, Sir," I whispered again, the submission and gratitude evident in my tone. His touch was both possessive and tender, sending shivers down my spine. The anticipation was electric, every nerve in my body attuned to his slightest touch. With deliberate slowness, he stripped away my uniform, leaving me bare and vulnerable before him.
"On your hands and knees," he ordered, and I complied immediately, my body trembling with anticipation. He positioned himself behind me, teasing my wetness with the tip of his cock before thrusting inside me with a powerful stroke. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that made me gasp.
After a few intense moments, he pulled out, and to my surprise, he guided me to lie on my back. He lifted my legs, spreading them wide as he settled between them. "Now, use that talented mouth of yours," he instructed, and I eagerly obeyed. I leaned in, my tongue tracing a path from the base of his cock up to his tight, puckered hole. I began to rim him, my tongue exploring his most intimate area. His groans of pleasure filled the room, spurring me on as I worked diligently to please him.
"That's it, good girl," he praised, his voice thick with desire. "Now, back on your hands and knees."
He entered me again, each thrust more powerful than the last. Each thrust was a testament to our connection, a rhythm that spoke of trust, love, and complete surrender. He drove me to the brink of ecstasy, his dominance both fierce and tender.
"Tell me who you belong to," he growled, his hands gripping my hips tightly.
"You, Sir. I belong to you," I gasped, my voice breaking with need.
"Good girl," he praised, his thrusts becoming more forceful. "Now, ride me."
He pulled out and sat back against the headboard, guiding me to straddle his lap. I positioned myself over him, feeling the tip of his cock at my entrance. Slowly, I lowered myself onto him, savoring the sensation of him filling me completely. His hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements as I began to ride him.
The pace started slow, a teasing rhythm that built the tension between us. I moved up and down, feeling him deep inside me with each stroke. His eyes locked onto mine, the connection between us intensifying with every passing second. He squeezed my hips, urging me to move faster, and I complied, my pace quickening.
"Touch yourself," he commanded, his voice a low growl. I reached down, my fingers finding my clit, rubbing it in time with our movements. The combination of his cock inside me and my fingers on my clit sent waves of pleasure through my body.
The sensation built rapidly, my body trembling as I neared the edge. His hands roamed over my body, caressing my breasts, tweaking my nipples, and adding to the overwhelming pleasure.
"Come for me," he demanded, his eyes dark with lust. His words were the catalyst I needed. The orgasm ripped through me, a powerful wave of pleasure that left me gasping and crying out his name. My body convulsed, my walls clenching around him as I rode out the climax.
He continued to thrust up into me, prolonging my orgasm until he too found his release, filling me with his warmth. We moved together, riding the waves of pleasure until we were both spent.
As I lay in his arms afterward, the world outside ceased to exist. In that moment, there was only us – two souls intertwined, balanced, and complete. My soul at home.
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