Last night Master and I found ourselves in a odd situation. Older daughter at a sleepover and younger daughter at her Dad's. You have to love it when you get those surprise nights alone. I called and politely requested he get his butt over to my house. We were both tired from work and he suggested we watch one of the Underworld movies which I have not yet seen. I thought this sounded wonderful since I have not watched any movie that did not involve talking animals, princesses or little blue talking people in quite some time.
We settled onto the bed and started watching the movie which he has seen about 12 times. If you have never watched any of these movies they are of the kind that requires you to really pay attention to each and every word to get what is going on. Shouldn't be a problem, right?
Except that as the movie started Master placed his hand around the front of my neck and left it there while we watched. From the moment his hand went around my neck I went into deep submission mode. The longer we watched in that position the more I felt it. Every once in while he would gently run his thumb up and down the side of my neck but at other times he would tighten his hand around my throat and then release pressure when he felt like it. With each tightening of his hand I could feel the clenching of muscles and I am sure my slight movements didn't go unnoticed.
We had been watching the movie for about 40 minutes, me asking a question once in a while since I could not really concentrate. He explained what was going on, happy that I was enjoying the movie since it is one of his favorites. I wanted him to touch me so badly I could not contain myself.
We watched a little longer in silence until he released my neck an started rubbing my lower abdomen. My neck was covered in sweat from his hand being placed there for so long and my throat was still a little sore from pleasuring him earlier in the day after our maintenance session. I moaned in pleasure and whispered to him how wet I was. Master slipped his hand under the elastic of my panties to see for himself, gliding his fingers inside me as I bucked a bit eager to feel penetration. As Masters fingers entered me I sighed in relief, needing release so bad and anxious for his attention. Much to my disappointment after scooping up enough of my juices to get a handful he removed his fingers so he could suckle my taste off of them. Please Master I whispered in desperation, not really sure if he would comply.
You liked my hand on your throat like that.
I like to feel your control (He knows this already but he wants to hear me say it)
What exactly do you like
He smiled at me and brought his hand to my opening again, he held my legs apart as he played, licked and sucked allowing me to come over and over and over again. Every time I would start to relax he would bring me back up and I know at some point I was begging for him to stop. He finally settled back down on the bed and I rolled onto my side to spoon against his body while I tried to catch my breath. He starting slipping his fingers in me again from behind and I reached around to grab at him, gasping at the feel of his hardness.He removed his clothing as I inched down to his midsection to take him in my mouth only spending a few minutes there before coming back up wanting to straddle him. I looked at him silently seeking permission and climbed on top once the signal I was looking for was granted. He directed me with his hands on my hips as we stared into each others eyes, each groaning as he deeply thrust his himself into me. We both climaxed together and then I collapsed in his arms as the movie ended.
I realized as we laid there that we really very rarely have relationships like that without some sort of pain factor. I have to say I thoroughly enjoy the mindset the pain puts me in during play (and sometimes it's just a hit of pain when we are not playing) and would not want to give up that part of our dynamic for the world but sometimes it is nice not to be so on edge, to relax and feel the total pleasure without wondering when the next slap, pinch or bite is going to sear through your body.
That hand on my throat was so significant, it put me where I needed and wanted to be without needing or wanting pain and he knew it along.
I wonder when I will ever get a chance to try and watch that move again.