"Yes, Mistress," I said, happily complying.
Unfortunately, it was a little hard for me to lay that way right on the edge of the bed, because I would have one arm and leg on the bed and the other arm and leg dangling off. So we wound up repositioning such that she was sitting up with her back against the headboard, and I was laying across the bed over her lap.
I was still wearing my pajamas. I wondered if she wanted them off, but she didn't say so, so I left them on.
She started spanking my ass with the paddle. With my pajamas and underwear on, it wasn't terrible, but there were certainly some strikes that hurt more than others. She struck various parts of my ass, but she seemed to particularly enjoy smacking the underside of my cheeks, right where I sit. The skin there began to sting, even through my clothes.
I grabbed onto the edge of the mattress with my fingers, and I could feel myself react as the pain increased, tightening my grip on the mattress, tensing my body up, and grunting in pain. She seemed to enjoy seeing me that way.
Finally she paused. "You doing okay?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said, breathing a bit heavily.
"Good." She ran her fingers over my ass. "I love seeing you like this."
"I love being like this for you, Mistress."
She pushed the bottom of my shirt up toward my shoulders and ran her fingertips over my back, making me shiver. My reaction made her giggle in delight.
"I do so love playing with you."
Then she started raking her nails over the skin of my back. I hissed in surprise, once again tensing up and grabbing the edge of the mattress in my fists. But she just intensified the pressure she was using, now really digging her nails into my skin. I cried out in pain as she continued to scratch me, knowing how much she enjoyed seeing me that way.
"Oooh, I think I drew blood on that one!" she exclaimed delightedly.
I was too busy reacting to the pain to smile, but I loved hearing that kind of delight and satisfaction in her voice. This was why I submitted -- knowing that I could bring her such satisfaction.
She continued scratching my back for a while, varying the direction and depth of the marks she was leaving on me. Some strokes were light as a feather, just teasing me and making me squirm; others were gentle scratches that I could definitely feel but did not truly hard; and yet others were deeper gouged that made me cry out and grip the mattress harder.
Finally, she tired of scratching my back. "You still doing okay?"
She pulled my shirt back down and went back to paddling my ass. Just like before, she varied the position and strength of her blows, and I was once again grabbing onto the mattress and tensing up when she struck me particularly hard or on a spot that was already stinging.
Finally, she had had enough. "Did you enjoy that?"
As usual with these short scenes, I was always left wanting more, but I was incredibly happy that she'd used me for her enjoyment. "Yes, Mistress. Thank you for using me for your pleasure."
"You're very welcome. Thank you for serving me." She stroked my back affectionately for a moment. "Now, get up and go look at your back in the mirror."
I went into the bathroom, pulled my shirt off, and turned around to look at my back. It was quite red, and there were a few scratches that were darker than others.
"Wow, it is really red, especially toward the center!"
"Yup!" I could hear the satisfaction in her voice.
I put my shirt back on and came back into the bedroom.
"Put this away," she ordered, handing me the paddle.
I put it away and then came back to bed. We turned off the light and curled up together to fall asleep.
The next morning, she was delighted to learn that my usual hot shower surprised me by hurting me on some of the spots where she'd scratched my back, forcing me to turn down the temperature.
That morning, I had told my wife that I was feeling needy again. I wasn't necessarily expecting us to do anything immediately, since I knew that she still wasn't feeling well in general, and on top of that, she hadn't been sleeping well the last few nights. But I had promised her that I would tell her how I was feeling, so I did.
In the afternoon, she went upstairs to take a nap. When she came back down, she remarked a couple of times that the nap had helped a lot and that she felt much better. Hearing that made me get my hopes up a bit that maybe she'd be in the mood to play that night.
After dinner, I gave our son a bath and put him to bed. Then I came back downstairs to join my wife on the couch.
"What's the plan for tonight?"
"I guess let's watch TV."
"Okay," I said, once again trying to set aside my disappointment that she didn't want to play.
"Unless there's something else you want to do?"
"No, that's fine," I said, not wanting her to feel bad.
As I turned on the TV and selected the show we'd been watching, I thought about the fact that I was once again not telling her how I was feeling, even though I knew she wanted me to do so. So I made myself speak up, although I tried to say it in a way that didn't make a big deal out of it.
"I guess I was hoping that maybe after that great nap you had, that you might be in the mood to play tonight. But if not, that's okay."
"Sorry, Hon. The nap did help, but I'm still catching up on sleep from several nights of not sleeping well."
"I know, Love. It's okay."
We watched our show and then headed up to bed.
When I came into our room, I noticed that my day collar (a leather bracelet) was still sitting on my nightstand. I had taken it off to give our son his bath, and I had forgotten to put it back on, so I picked it up and started to refasten it.
My wife walked into the room while I was doing that. Without saying a word, she grabbed my shoulders from behind, turned me around, and pushed me down onto the bed on my back. I was laying across the bed with my knees at the edge and my feet still on the floor.
I smiled up at her and reached over to drop my day collar on my nightstand, so that I could finish putting it back on later. Then I lay back down where she'd put me, my arms raised up above my head.
She reached down to grab the sides of my pajama pants and yanked them off. I had to help a bit by pushing them down off of my hips and then kicking them off of my ankles.
She then crawled onto the bed on top of me, leaning over me to give me a passionate kiss. I kissed her back but left my hands where they were, letting her lead this wherever she wanted to go.
After a moment, she broke the kiss and crawled back off of the bed. She walked into the closet, and I could hear her opening drawers in our toy cart. She came out a moment later holding our clear plastic ball vice.
I smiled up at her, but then I had to break the mood. "I should probably pee before you use that."
She sighed dramatically. "Okay, fine."
I smiled and hurried to do that. When I was done, I quickly came back and lay back down on the bed where she'd positioned me, and I looked up at her.
She had taken off her clothes, leaving her in just her panties and sports bra. She still had the ball vice in one hand, and she had the other hand on her hip in a gesture of impatience. "Making me wait, humph!" she said jokingly.
"Sorry, Mistress!" I said contritely.
I smiled at her as she opened the vice. Then she bent down to put me into it. I spread my legs to make it easier for her.
This ball vice is basically two clear rectangular sheets of plastic attached to each other with a hinge on one of the short ends, with a couple of screws on the opposite end that can be used to tighten it. Both sheets of plastic have a round hole close to the hinged end, with a larger hole on the bottom side. The idea is that your cock and balls go through the hole in the bottom sheet, and then only your cock goes through the hole in the top, leaving your balls trapped between the two plastic sheets. The screws can then be tightened to increase the pressure on your balls. (We'd previously bought a similar vice that didn't have a hole in the top sheet, so both the cock and balls were trapped in the vice. But that one didn't work as well for us as this one does.)
My wife took my scrotum in one hand, making sure that she had both balls where she wanted them. She carefully inserted them into the vice one at a time, then pushed my soft cock through the hole. She then pulled my cock through the hole in the top and tightened the screws to squeeze my balls. She watched my face carefully as she tightened them, stopping when I started to wince. My left ball in particular was really aching under the pressure, and I forced myself to breath through the pain, adjusting to it instead of trying to fight it.
"Is that okay?"
She walked around to the other side of the bed, grabbed my left wrist, and pulled it up toward the corner of the bed near the headboard. She reached under the mattress to grab the cuff from our under-mattress restraint system and fastened it to my wrist. Then she moved over to the foot of the bed and did the same thing to my right wrist.
Next, she walked back over to my side of the bed and went into the closet again. I heard her opening the drawers of the toy cart again. When she came back out, I could tell that she had something in her hand, but she wasn't letting me see what it was.
She lay down on the bed right next to me, on her side, facing me, so close that she was almost half laying on me. Her face was mere inches from mine, and she smiled down at me.
"How ya doin', Baby?"
I smiled up at her. "I'm great, Mistress."
She leaned over and kissed me tenderly, and I happily kissed her back.
She reached down and started playing with my exposed cock as we kissed, and I moaned to express my pleasure.
Then she brought her hand up to show me what she'd gotten out.
"Look what I brought," she said mischievously. It was the wand vibrator! I knew how much pleasure she could bring me with it, and I smiled back at her.
She turned it on and started using it on my cock, making me moan in pleasure.
"Does that feel good?"
She turned it up to the high setting, making me moan even more. She moved it all around my cock, sometimes teasing my shaft, other times focusing on the head or my frenulum, which is particularly sensitive, making me squirm and gasp.
She put the wand down and started running her fingertip teasingly all over my cock, running up the top of my shaft, over the head, stopping to tease my frenulum and make me moan, and then back down the bottom of my shaft. I moaned in pleasure.
"Ooooh, look who's come out to play?" she said in a sultry voice.
I craned my neck to look down and saw myself fully erect. Not that I was surprised, given the treatment she was giving me!
"I think he likes the attention you're giving him," I joked.
"I bet he does."
When she'd finished teasing me and stroking me with her fingers, she switched back to the wand again. I moaned in pleasure.
"I love seeing you like this," she said, smiling down at me.
"I love being like this for you," I replied.
She occasionally reached down and tightened the screws on the ball vice. I gasped in pain each time she tightened them, feeling the increased pressure in my balls. But she would always distract me from the pain by moving the wand back to my frenulum, making me moan in pleasure.
"Oh god! Pleasure and pain?!"
She smiled mischievously. "I do love that dichotomy."
She continued alternating between stroking my cock and pleasuring it with the wand, making me moan and buck my hips in pleasure.
After she held the wand right on my frenulum for a while, I cried out, "Oh, god, Mistress, you're starting to really get me close!"
"Well, we can't have that, can we?" she said sweetly, pulling the wand away from my cock.
She again tightened the screws on the vice, making me cry out and tense up. Even as I cried out, I could feel her continuing to tighten them for another moment or so. When I finally caught my breath and opened my eyes again, I saw her staring intently into my eyes, as if she'd been closely watching me as I experienced the pain.
All I could do is stare back at her. Knowing that she was so enjoying my pain was a turn-on for me, but it was very different from the stimulation she had been giving me with the wand. The switch from pleasure to pain was a very effective way to distract me from my arousal.
When she felt I'd calmed down enough, she resumed what she'd been doing with the wand. It didn't take long for my arousal to spike again. I wished that she would tighten the vice again, giving me some more pain to help me get closer to the edge without falling over, but I didn't want to ask for it -- I wanted her to be in the driver's seat.
I tried to keep my arousal at bay, but eventually I was getting close despite my efforts. "Mistress, I'm getting close again!"
Once again, she pulled the wand away from my cock, making me groan. She went back to teasing me with her fingertips and stroking my cock gently, which was certainly arousing, but wasn't going to push me over the edge the way that the wand would have. I moaned in pleasure.
Then she brought the wand back to my frenulum once again, this time pressing it firmly in place. I bucked in pleasure, my arousal spiking again almost instantly. "Oh my god, Mistress, I'm getting so close!"
"Good," she said, this time not moving the wand away from my cock.
"You want me to cum?" I gasped.
I wished that she would have edged me a lot longer before making me cum, but I sure as hell wasn't going to disobey her!
I gave into the pleasure, letting myself feel it, now seeking my orgasm instead of pushing it away. After just a couple of moments, it crashed over me.
I cried out and bucked my hips with each wave as I came. I could feel each spurt of cum rocket out of me and land in a puddle on my abdomen.
My wife kept the pressure on my frenulum as I came, not letting up until after I was completely finished. Finally, I was done. I lay back and closed my eyes, exhausted and happy.
"Did you enjoy that?" she asked.
"Yes, Mistress," I said through deep breaths. "That was amazing. Thank you."
She put down the wand and loosened the screws on the vice. Then she carefully slipped my cock through the top plate, maneuvered my cock and balls through the bottom plate, and set the vice aside.
"Would you like some tissues?" she asked sweetly.
I laughed. "Yeah, that would probably be a good idea."
She handed me the tissue box and then went to use the bathroom. I cleaned myself up, wiped down the vice and put it away, and then put my pajama bottoms back on.
My wife came back to bed, and she spooned up behind me as we fell asleep. It had been a great night!
We actually had a quickie today, in the middle of the afternoon!
When I finished work, I found my wife lounging in bed while my son played, so I lay down to join her. We snuggled up together, occasionally kissing, just being affectionate. But without any real conscious thought (at least on my part), our kisses started to grow in intensity until we were making out like two horny teenagers in a parked car. We were sharing deep, passionate kisses, and she was pressing her crotch against my thigh, which was positioned right between her legs. I could tell she was getting aroused, but I knew I would follow her lead.
She pulled back from kissing me and we looked into each other's eyes. "I want you!" she declared, her voice dripping with lust. It was an incredible turn-on to see that much desire on her face!
"You can have me any time, my love." I really didn't think she'd want to do anything right away, but I wanted to reaffirm to her that she could take me whenever she wanted me. But to my surprise, she wasn't willing to wait.
"You have to do something with the boy."
"Okay, let me take him downstairs and get him watching his tablet. That should keep him busy for a while."
I quickly took him downstairs and got him occupied, and then ran back up to my waiting wife. She was stripping as I walked back into the room. She looked at me and said, "You have too many clothes on."
I smiled at her and quickly stripped off my own clothes. She went to quickly use the bathroom while I finished.
"Anything else you want me to do?" I asked.
I lay down in bed to wait for her. But as I waited, I wondered what she'd want to do with me. She hadn't told me what to expect, so I had no clues to work with. But it occurred to me that I should probably be kneeling for her when she returned, so I got off the bed and kneeled down next to it, facing the bathroom door.
A moment later, she came back into our bedroom. She saw me kneeling but continued past me, walking around to her side of the bed. My eyes followed her, and she smiled at me, but she didn't speak. I waited to see what she would want.
She lay down on her side of the bed and looked over at me, patting the bed next to her in invitation. Obviously, I wasn't going to get any specific instructions today, but I would do my very best to pleasure her anyway!
I gladly came up onto the bed and resumed making out with her, just as we'd been doing earlier -- except now we were both naked. I loved the feeling of her smooth skin against mine.
After kissing her mouth for a while, I slowly kissed along her jaw, over to a spot on her neck right under her ear, which I know turns her on. I felt her shiver and gasp in pleasure as I gave her feathery soft kisses.
After a few moments, I moved my kisses down from her neck, following the line of her clavicle, down between her breasts, and then up and onto those beautiful handfuls. I teased her briefly by avoiding her nipples at first, but then I gave each of them some attention. I kissed them, sucked on them, and twisted them in the way that I know she likes. I loved the way she was squirming and gasping in pleasure.
Had she left me to my own devices, I would have spent a while longer on her beautiful breasts and then eventually kissed my way down to her delicious pussy, giving her as many orgasms as I could. However, she made it clear that she was not in the mood for a slow burn today.
"I want you inside of me." Her tone conveyed both lust and expectation.
I wanted to give her exactly what she wanted, but I had been focusing so much on her pleasure that I wasn't really hard yet. So I shifted my focus to fixing that.
I pulled back into a kneeling position between her legs, so that I could look down at her sexy body while I reached down with my right hand to start stroking my cock. I ran my left hand over her body, caressing her breasts, occasionally twisting her nipples, trying to use my lust for her to stoke both of our arousal.
Suddenly, I had an odd feeling -- this had been a very common position for us back before we started exploring D/s, when we both assumed that I was the one driving our sexual encounters. Being in that position again made me feel like I should be driving again. And although I knew that it was no longer my place to do that, I still felt that familiar urge to just take her the way that I wanted to.
"The vast majority of the time, I love being yours," I said to her, as I continued to stroke myself and run my hand over her body. "I love submitting to you, and I love you driving. But every once in a rare while, I wish you would give yourself to me. I wish I could just take you, do with you what I want." I could hear the desire in my voice, and I hoped she could too.