Putting me back in place

September 26, 2010

Putting me back in place

So the past few weeks have been pretty hard on both me and Sir, trying to adjust to suddenly having 2 newborns in the mix as well as Poppy, coping with William's difficulties, trying to take in everything the consultant told us after his tests, worrying about the future and researching everything we can on his condition to try to find something positive we can do for him. As i wrote in my last post, this has meant that our priorities have altered slightly, and the focus is no longer on our M/s relationship like it once was, instead it's on our family, specifically our children and our role as parents.

But i am very fortunate in that i have an extremely strong and knowledgeable Sir and He has been maintaining the feeling of control over me even when we haven't been able to physically demonstrate it very much. Then yesterday morning i woke up to find Him spooning with me, which is one of my favourite positions as it makes me feel very safe and protected as well as very little. And as i wriggled back against Him more i could feel His hardness poking into my back. Now, because i haven't yet been given the all-clear from the doctor to resume sexual activities Sir has not used me since i gave birth, but i thought i should offer Him a blowjob to give Him some relief so i started to turn over to face Him and got a growled "Where do you think you're going?" in my ear. That should have been enough to warn me but i was sleepy still, so when Sir's next move was to reach up and squeeze my titties i automatically blurted out "nooooo not my bewbies".

"So you're telling me what to do now?" was the next growled comment, and i barely had time to choke out a quick "no Sir, sorry Sir" before His hands were all over me pinching and grabbing and squeezing and twisting; making me whimper and have to bite down on the pillow to keep from waking the children up (Finn and William sleep in our room at the moment so i can be near to them in the night). When He'd finished i was a little puddle of submissive goo, laying there taking it all, breathing hard from the effort of enduring it in silence, with a rather large puddle of my juices underneath me. Then Sir had me kneel by the side of the bed, whilst He sat on the edge and used my mouth to suck His cock until He came all over my face and titties. After He let me stay kneeling there for a while, my head resting on His lap, just taking in the emotions of the whole thing, feeling grounded and at peace and in my place again.

And then it was time to feed and change the twins and get Poppy up and prepare the breakfast for everyone. Content in the knowledge that no matter what life throws at us, Sir and i will always be Master and slave.