WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE?

Ever since Pattie learned about my plans to visit Dora in Mexico City this weekend, he's been a bit sullen; perhaps even a little withdrawn.   It's never expressed itself to the point of outright rudeness, but it's been there, like a shadow obscuring everything.  I've let it go for the simple reason that it didn't really concern me. When it comes to male bitchiness and angst, my empathy level is right at zero.  In most cases males work out their little problems all by themselves, with no input needed.  As long as the problem doesn't interfere with my pleasure or plans, who cares?

Last night we were watching a few episodes of the 3rd season of Spartacus.  A show that's a raunchy ass good time, if there ever was one.  It's filled with gratuitous sex and violence, treachery, backstabbing, and did I mention sex?  A Game of Thrones it isn't, but it's a fun way to spend an evening eating spicy Cajun popcorn, and getting a little buzzed drinking Lemoncello.  (If you've never tried Lemoncello, do so immediately).  I was sitting on the couch in a pair of Daisy Dukes and an ancient Metallica T-shirt. Pattie was sitting on the floor naked, but for his cock cage and collar.  He was stroking my calves and watching the show with me.  It's our usual arrangement lately, and quite pleasant.  He's right there and available for anything I may need, including a fat pierced tongue, which I use frequently.  Plus I hate watching TV or movies alone.

As an episode ended, and I was busy working the remote to access the menu on the DVD, Pattie said, "Mistress what do you want out of this relationship, out of me?" 

Talk about a buzz kill. God!  When we watch TV and movies I give Pattie permission to speak, because I like being able to converse with him about what we're watching.  I was really regretting that decision right then.  I pretended nonchalance, and was getting ready to respond with the standard Femdom answer about how it's really none of his business, that it's not seemly for him to worry about such matters, and that I had everything well in hand.  Essentially a roundabout way of saying, "Shut the fuck up bitch!"...And I would have been comfortable giving him that type of answer if I would have had the slightest inkling myself.  But I didn't

So I'm like..."Duhhhh....." Trying to appear all cucumber cool, but not feeling it.  So I did what every great debater since the beginning of time does in moments like this.  I turned it around, and made it question.  Giving him my most inscrutably wise look I asked, "What do you think I want out of you Pattie?"

Pattie thought for a moment, then looked me right in the eye with a face so honest and big hazel eyes filled with naïve trust.  I hate it when he does that.  Despite him enjoying Femdom kink, there is not a crafty or manipulative bone in my man's body.  I truly love that about him, but the side effect is honesty so deep, that sometimes it makes me want to examine my soul.  Pattie replied, "I don't know Mistress."

No help there, so I did what every politician since the beginning of time does in moments like this.  I deflected.  "What brought all this up Pattie, are you still worried about me seeing Dora this weekend?" I asked with a brow furrowed in concern.   I could have won an Oscar.  If lightning had blasted through my ceiling and vaporized me, I wouldn't have been the least bit surprised.  Pattie frowned slightly, thinking.

"I guess I am Ma'am.  I don't really like the idea of you having sex with other men," He said looking down.

"Who I have sex with isn't your concern Pattie, and I did say that it was unlikely.  I told you that I doubt it will occur with the submissive fem boi that Dora and I will be working on this weekend, but who knows how the scene will develop?  When Dora is involved, shit always gets crazy," I said raising my voice a little.

 I continued, "We have a good relationship Pattie.  One based on honesty and trust.  I told you of that possibility, not because I think you necessarily had a right to know, but because I honor what we have, and I want things to always be clear between us."

(Those readers always asking me why I'm not big into Cuckolding?  This is why.  Take this little discussion we're having, and add a few ‘bull' boyfriends with their arrogance, and their needs.  Mix in a ton of Cuckold angst, add a cup of jealousy, a scoop of insecurity...then just a dash of misunderstanding.  You know what it makes?  A gigantic shit sandwich!  It's a cool fantasy, and I can totally see the appeal, but I like my femdom uncomplicated and simple.)

Pattie looked down thinking, I could tell he was about to go back to his original question, about our future.  One I was totally unprepared to answer.  Deflection Time! 

I lay down on the couch, and scooted back, patting the ample space.  It broke Pattie's train of thought, (Thank God!), and he lay down in front of me.  I took off my shirt, kicked out of my Daisy Dukes and panties, and just hugged his warmth against me.  I kissed his neck and ran my tongue slowly into his ear.  He groaned with desire.  I whispered that he was due to be released from chastity this weekend, and since I was going to be gone, I was releasing him a little early. He moaned in delight at the thought.  It's been tough on both of us, because I love his fat pierced cock, and deflection or no, I needed some good, hard dick right then.

I pulled him underneath me, and climbed on top.  His toothy smile was a mile wide, and it wiped out any thought of being coolly indifferent.  I almost laughed at his obvious joy, and felt my heart warm also.  I took his key off my charm bracelet, and unlocked his chastity cage.  It fell with a heavy thud on the floor. (It really is too heavy and big, especially when I make him run with me, Lol!)  His cock grew almost instantly, becoming hard as a rock in a matter of seconds.   Pattie's got a nice thick cock with a big mushroom head.  It's a little over 7 inches long and really hefty.   The silver gleam of his Prince Albert Piercing glimmered invitingly.  Looking at that fat studded ring going out his piss slit as I grabbed the base of his big dick was such a turn on.  He closed his eyes and groaned.  "You cum without my permission and I will whip your ass bloody Pattie!" I said with lust.  I don't even know if he heard me, right then, I didn't care.  I just knew I needed Man Dick, and I was getting some.   

I licked his cock lovingly and slow, and then gripped his piercing between my teeth.  I tugged gently and watched as sticky beads of precum gleamed in the light of the TV.  I closed my mouth around that fat purple head, and began sucking.  I swirled my tongue as I sucked, and he let out a long hiss of pleasure.  His precum tasted sweet and warm.  (If you want your man's cum to stop tasting like fucking nasty bleach, then stop him from jacking off.  It's as simple as that.) 

I slurped and sucked that head for a few minutes and it was driving him crazy.  He was letting out a panting hiss.  My pussy was on fire by then, and I knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.  I slowly crawled up his body and kissed him deeply, letting him taste a little of his own pre-cum.  Then I slapped him across the cheek.  He opened his eyes in shock, the moment lost...for him. I pointed a finger right in his face.  "Don't cum Pattie, not until I say," I said with lusty warning.  The spell broken, he nodded.   I grabbed the base of his cock hard and pushed the head into my steamy little cunt.  I was so damn wet by then, it went in easily.  I slowly sat, letting Pattie's beautiful cock spread me open and totally fill me.  God! Is there any better feeling than that?

When my ass finally touched his thighs I could feel his cock pressing deep inside.  It sent a spasm of pleasure/pain into my lower belly.  I just sat there for a moment, enjoying that feeling of being stretched, filled, and that wash of heat in my pussy and belly that I only get with the real deal.  Pattie grabbed my nipples and began pinching and rolling them in his fingers.  Oh fuck! It was like a bolt of lightning through my body.  My pussy clenched and started that freaky spasm dance, and I had a little orgasm right there.  I just couldn't hold back, I needed it so fucking bad right then it was almost a physical pain.  I began pumping my hips and lifting slightly with my knees, almost all the way out, and then slamming down hard.  Feeling my pussy slam against his smooth hairless mound, and my clit grind into his slick, lubed skin was sending me over the edge fast. 

I starting fucking Pattie hard, riding the crest of the wave started by my little mini-gasm which was turning into a fucking tsunami!  I doubt I lasted a minute.  The wet sucking and slapping sounds, plus Pattie's shining eyes looking at me...in a way I can't even describe, other than to say it made me feel like a Goddess descended from heaven.   I just exploded right then.  My body became liquid heat, and my pussy white fucking lightning! Lol!  I screamed like an idiot which started all my dogs barking outside, but I didn't care.  I came so fucking hard I actually drooled.  Lol!  I never drool!   I know Pattie came in their somewhere, but shit, I was so totally gone in pleasure.  (Damn! Have you ever had an orgasm where it felt like you were falling forever?)

About 10 million years later, I found myself lying atop my big warm man, my happy pussy still filled with his softening cock.  The smell of sweat, sex, and my man filled the air.  I lazily nibbled on his nipple ring, and he started to move under me.  Normally I immediately make Pattie clean up his mess when I let him fuck me, but I didn't want that tonight.  I held him under me, and shook my head.  I wanted his hot cum inside me.  Tonight it belonged there.  Tonight I just wanted to be his woman.  I was so fucking happy at that moment I could have died, but thoughts of our previous conversation began to bubble up and destroyed the tranquility.   I needed an answer to Pattie's question, not only for Pattie, but for myself.  He deserved the truth and so did I.

I promised Pattie that when I got back from my visit with Dora that we would seriously discuss the future.  No games, no holding back.   And we would continue this conversation until the issue was completely settled.    He kissed me deeply then, and said thank you.  I looked him in the eyes, and told him, "I love you with all my heart and soul." And I meant it down to my very core.  He looked at me surprised, and I shushed him before he could say anything.  I kissed him tenderly and said, "will you carry me to bed Pattie?"

And like the gallant knight he is...He did.

-Lillith