A cold shower and hot piss

Monday, Master and I finally had a day to ourselves, alone, dedicated simply to being together.  How wonderful it is to just BE together.   First, of course, there were children to take to school, and errands to run, but he was back pretty quickly.   I'd taken care of the breakfast dishes and the dogs,  and was sitting at the laptop in the kitchen when he came in.    

I asked if there were anything he wanted.   

He said "Go upstairs, put on something sexy, your other collar and bring me my slippers".   I zipped off to do that, putting on a see through nightie that I haven't had a chance to wear for a while.   

He ravaged me unmercifully for over two hours, perhaps three.

  I enjoyed getting on my knees, sucking his cock, then he put me over his lap and spanked me with the wooden paddle.  He tied my arms into a rope harness.   More sucking, more spanking, then he had me sit in his lap and we fucked face to face.  He talked to me about what he'd like to do with me, and with other girls, maybe tie me to a chair and make me watch (why does this idea always make me so hot!).  More sucking, more spanking, more fucking... and on and on until I was a puddle of a girl.    Ahhhh, so sweet, this life. 

We snuggled on the couch, my head in his lap, until I could walk again.   He got in the shower first, telling me to hurry up, he couldn't wait much longer.  I was trying to undo the rope harness he'd left on as fast as I could.    I stepped in and knelt in front of him.   His cock was hard with its readiness to be relieved.  I looked down as his nearly clear hot piss covered me.  When he was done I looked up at him.   He told me he was marking me as his property this way.   I just smiled, Yes Master, I'm yours. 

  "Now wash me".   I took the soap and washed him, standing or kneeling in turns on the cold side of the shower where the warm water doesn't reach.    He got out and I washed myself- the hot water stinging the places on my backside where his cane and paddle had left ouchie spots.   


It was really good having that time with each other.   

Now he's gone again and I woke up this morning imagining I was touching his hair, imagining I was resting my head on his chest, just at that pillow spot by his shoulder, imagining him telling me to roll over so he could cuddle me the way he likes best.  Imagining so vividly that I could almost feel it.  He'll be back tonight, its only about 12 or 13 hours now. 

My anxiety about having him gone has definitely lessened over the past few months, but the missing him never does.