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Vignette: Saturday Morning Wake Up
Posted:Feb 6, 2023 3:47 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 2:7 pm
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inspired by actual events with a prior partner - all consensual
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It’s just after seven on a Saturday morning. Light is just beginning to peek into the bedroom. I roll over to my right and look at you – you’re not awake yet and you currently have your back to me, your hair spilling over the pillow.

I scoot closer behind you, careful not to disturb you and listen to your peaceful breathing. Carefully I snake my right arm beneath you and around your neck and shoulders and drape my left hand over you so that I can lay together with you.

Gently my right hand finds a breast and begins to lightly massage, every now and then playing your sensitive nipples between thumb and forefinger. My left hand has begun to trail over your hip and down the outside of your thigh, circling back to draw up your inner thighs. I make light circles with my fingers in the soft flesh between your legs.

I smile as you begin to stir slightly. Your gentle breathing has become heavier, and every so often soft cooing sounds escape your lips.

Pressed against your back, I am growing hard listening to your breath quicken and the light coos become moans of pleasure.

As you stir more, almost fully awake now, my left hand leaves your thighs and finds your hand. Gently I gather both of your hands, sliding my grip around both wrists.

You are now awake and I can tell by the tense of your body that you are catching on to my plan. My right hand leaves your breasts and clamps over your mouth.

Instinctively you fight, trying to pull your wrists free of my grasp, but I simply pull you closer, holding you tightly.

“Good morning, Pet” I whisper into your ear

My hardness finds the warmth between your legs and I slide inside, your arousal evident by the wetness that welcomes me.

You try to protest, but only muffled moans escape my hand gagging you from behind.

You continue to struggle lightly as I begin to rock against you, stroking in and out, first slowly, then with ever increasing speed and force.

Your protests give way to moans of pleasure beneath my hand.

My rhythm slows as I feel you tense beneath me and your whole body shudders. Then I slowly begin to pick up the pace again as your halfhearted struggles against me and your cries of protest begin anew.

The cycle repeats, each climax stronger than the previous – four in total before I am spent.

I don’t withdraw, but rather lay against you, still inside you. My hand slides from your mouth and wraps around your shoulders and breast to gentle pull you into me.

My left hand relaxes, but you do not move to free yourself immediately instead choosing to leave your wrists held within my loose fingers.

Your breathing is still quick and heavy, mirroring my own.

You turn your head slightly and look at me with a grin.

We lay in silence for a long time, just being there together.

Finally you roll over to face me, a soft smile on your lips and a sparkle in your eyes. “Good morning, Sir.”
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Vignette - TV Night with Pet
Posted:Jan 28, 2023 8:45 pm
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2023 8:47 pm
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This is a fictional depiction of a scenario that went through my head one night, a scenario that I would dearly love to actually manifest itself into reality one day.
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It’s been a long day. I’m exhausted and just want to relax a bit on the couch and cuddle my pet as I watch a movie and unwind from the stress of the day. Once you finish clearing the dishes from dinner, you join me in the living room, but rather than curl up beside me on the couch, you settle yourself into a kneeling position on the floor in front of me.

A soft hand slides up my leg and comes to rest gently on my thigh. I can tell by the way you chew your lip and look up at me from your position on the floor what it is that you have in mind, but I’m tired and just want to relax.

“Not tonight, babygirl,” I say to you, taking your hand in mine and removing it from my thigh. My other hand reaches down and gently lifts your chin so that you are looking at me. I look into your eyes for a moment before glancing over the rest of you – stockings, short skirt, off-the-shoulder peasant blouse, and hair braided and pulled back showing off the gentle curve of your neck and the thin leather collar that encircles it. “Why don’t you go upstairs and change into something more comfortable, then you can curl up and watch a movie with me.”

You pout slightly, but then seem to perk up as you almost bounce up off the floor. I watch you disappear up the stairs and then turn my attention back to deciding what to watch this evening.

The click of your low heels on the wooden steps behind me draws my attention – you’ve returned much faster than I expected, and I didn’t think you would put your heels back on after changing. I turn and I see that you have, in fact, not changed. You’re still wearing the same outfit as when I sent you upstairs. Your hands are behind you, obviously hiding something, and my confusion must be visible in my expression because you chew your lip slightly and almost giggle as you come over and kneel in front of me again.

“I’m confused, babygirl,” I begin, trying to maintain as neutral a tone as possible. “I thought I asked you to go upstairs and change.”

“Yes, Sir,” you respond. Your tone is deferential, but I can tell you’re barely holding back excitement about something. “You did, Sir.”

“Then why did you not change like I asked?”

“I’m sorry, Sir, but you asked me to change into something more comfortable,” here there is a protracted pause almost as though you’re second-guessing whatever you were so excited about just moments before.

I wait.

Finally, you seem to work up the nerve again. “but I couldn’t put on what I wanted to wear by myself. I need your help, please, Sir.”

I quirk my eye in confusion again until you finally take your hands from behind your back and offer me several bundles of rope.

“These would be more comfortable, Sir,” you say as I take the rope from you shake my head in amusement.

“This is not what I had in mind, pet.” My voice is stern, but not angry. I drop the rope on the couch and pull you up and then lay you over my lap. With one hand, I turn your face to look at me, while sliding your skirt up with the other. I lock eyes with you and hold your gaze as my other hand slides your panties down around your thighs – as I expected, they are already wet.

“When I tell you ‘no’ and ask you to do something, I do not appreciate you trying to find a loophole to get what you want anyway. Do you understand me?”

There’s a moment of hesitation, followed me a soft “Yes, Sir.”

My right hand delivers two sharp smacks to your ass, and then I brush your skirt back into place. I want you to know I am wise to your subtle manipulations but I am also careful to convey that I am not angry about it. You’ve always had a playful – if slightly bratty – streak, but I try not to overly punish your occasional playfulness. You push me out of my comfort zone the same way I help you with yours, and that’s something I enjoy about our dynamic.

“But since we’re here, now, we’re going to do it my way. Take off your panties and put them on the coffee table, then get on your knees and wait for me.” As the pout on your face cycles through confusion and then hope, I leave the room and make my way upstairs.

I return a few minutes later to find you on your knees facing away from the couch.

“Good girl,” I say as I approach. “Now, hands behind.”

You dutifully put your hands behind your back and I bind them together using one of the ropes you brought me earlier, cinching the knot where your fingers cannot get to it. Taking another rope, I wind coils around your arms and upper body – after pulling down your peasant top to expose your breasts.

I step back a moment to take in the full picture so far, and then help you up to sit on the edge of the couch.

Retrieving your soaked panties from the table, I ball them up in my hand. I can see in your face that you know my intent. I can see the momentary protest forming in your eyes, but then you sigh and resign yourself and open your mouth to receive them. The wet lace slides into your small mouth, filling it. I take from my pocket a strip of white cloth and slide it between your teeth, knotting it snugly behind your head to hold the gag in place.

Taking your legs in hand, I remove your shoes and turn you so that you are fully laying on the couch, now. Using the last hank of rope, I bind your stockinged feet at the ankles.

Lifting you into a sitting position, I resume my previous position on the couch and lay you back across my lap, cradling your upper body and head on my right arm as my left begins to play teasingly at the very firm nipples on your breasts. You briefly test your bonds, but find that they won’t budge.

My left hand is now tracing the outside of your stockinged thighs and I hear you whimper slightly behind your gag. My hand finds the wetness between your legs and I begin to play my fingers over your slit before slowly sliding a finger inside.

“Remember, my pet, no cumming without permission.”

You begin to whimper and moan as I methodically slide – first one finger, and then two – in and out as I turn my attention back to the TV and finally start my movie …
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