Our D/s Life,  Throwback Thursday

The Morning Ritual … a TBT post …

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When you sleep with someone for over 45 years, your individual rhythms become one …

I awaken first, knowing without looking he is still asleep. I await, in gradually heightening anticipation. Yesterday he instructed me in what is to become our Morning Ritual … I let myself sink into submissive thought …

When I sense his eyes opening I know it’s time. I glance over to be sure, then pulling my pillow to me, I move towards the end of the bed, turning myself around. Pressing my head into the pillow, I raise my flanks, put hands on cheeks, opening myself to him …. and wait …

The air wafts as I feel him stir, then move. A palm caresses my right cheek, then moves to my left cheek, circling, back and forth … rough and calloused … back and forth …

My heart pulses and my heat rises as his fingers slide down between my legs, back of his hand caressing back to front … then fingers tugging and pulling on folds.

He speaks barely above a whisper …

… “Do you like it better here?” … swirl …

“or here?” … stroke …

“here?” … swirl …

“or here?” … stroke …

Groaning softly, I reply … “everywhere, Sir” …

He continues … around again, right cheek, left cheek, dip, swirl and stroke …

Then nothing … a tap on my right cheek tells me he’s done.

I feel him move back on the bed, stretching out. Turning around, I lay my head on his thighs and take him in my mouth … after all these years I still marvel at how something so male could be so velvety smooth. Licking, sucking … my turn for dip, swirl and stroke … I look up to see him watching carefully, hands behind his head …

I wonder … will it be a morning for just his pleasure, a morning for just my pleasure, a morning of pleasure for both of us …

… or is it simply … “Good Morning, Sir”


This is a ‘Throwback Thursday’ repost of a post I wrote just over a year ago on my Domestic Discipline (DD) blog … when we were barely six months into our new 7×24 world. I’ve reposted it because other than Frank’s long standing ritual of laying out my underwear for the day, it was the first, and still is the only formal ritual to be introduced to our dynamic.

When I look back I realize how nervous I was … first about the ritual itself. Discussed at length the day before, I awoke early, waiting for Frank to awake, wondering how would it unfold – as in would it feel natural or forced. It was important to me that it feel natural … and thankfully, it did.  Second, writing about something so intimate was a new step for me in the blogging world, it took a lot for me to hit that ‘Publish’ button. How far we have come :>) …

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