Nothing in Place

 Oh, the kinky fun we've had! Lately, things have been shaping up reasonably nicely for Master and i to snatch some quality time together. It's meant a lot, to both of us. i feel more grounded, more satisfied in my place, and overall, i think Master has generally felt better about things, too (other than the depths with which He hates what He has called "enduringly pathetic employment").

Yesterday was an example of the heaven that summer break has provided Master and i. After a morning of puttering about outside, including Master working on the basic auto care for His car, we returned inside to enjoy slushed gatorade and watch a movie. As we watched a movie that we wanted to see, our lovely, rambunctious munchkin did something unexpected. He cozied in for an early afternoon nap. Master and i fled upstairs, hurriedly and huskily discussing what we wanted to do. Just sex? Something more complicated? A full blown scene?

Master told me the basics would do, but earlier i had seen Him cradling some rope as we looked about for His missing practice sword, and said how lovely it would be to use it, since we often gravitate to thicker rope. So while He waited for me to ask permission to be in His bed, i wandered off and brought Master the poor, neglected and slightly tangled rope. While He untangled the mess, i attempted to distract Him. Master's powers of concentration are stronger than i expected, as i had only the barest twitches in His legs while preforming fellatio. Guess i'll have to try harder next time!

When Master had the rope untangled, He began to loop it about me, creating a rather pretty chest harness (oooh, picture - on the right! The rest of the pictures can be seen on His FetLife profile). When it was finished, we cracked out our Liberator gear and began a rather lovely bout of sex. But it wasn't the rope harness or the sex that drove me over the edge. Master grabbed the pretty loops down the front of the harness and mentioned that i had a handle. And at that point, i (again) realized that on the whole, what i get out of the things we do is secondary. At best, i'm a useful tool, a masturbatory aid, something meant to make His life easier. At that moment, i had to beg for permission to cum fast, because it hit like a wall. After i thanked Master, i spouted that i'd compared myself to a Tenga Air... 

While i don't remember exactly what He said, it was something like "duh." Maybe He was nicer about it than that. Then again, it happily, doesn't really make a difference. i was in my place, His toy, property, plaything... 

And it was good. After round two, we headed off to the shower, and settled in downstairs to watch the movie. Just in time to watch the little eyes open and examine everything to be sure he hadn't slept through something exciting!