Laughter, Blow jobs, and Humiliation – just a Friday night for ZehNah

Laughter, Blow jobs, and Humiliation – just a Friday night for ZehNah

Sir took His wife out for a date. I was so excited to see them going out together, and was just as excited to hang out with the boy for the evening. But when I heard the GTI pull in the driveway, I got that giddy excitement. My phone chimed.

“We’re home baby. Where are you?”

“Upstairs, Daddy.”

And at that moment, I decided I wanted to be waiting for Him on my knees. I scrambled to my pet bed, settled down on my knees, & bowed my head. My phone chimed again.

“L is coming toooo. I has …”

I cracked up laughing. These are moments that they don’t tell you about when you first consider a 24/7 lifestyle. Especially if you’re also in a polyamorous relationship. But because our little family is pretty tight, it wasn’t a disappointing moment. It was happiness. He was coming upstairs, and so was L, to hang out with ME. They could have easily gone to the shed to continue their evening. I was elated.

He came into the room just as I was pulling on my shorts and closed the door behind Him. I smiled.

“I’m glad you texted. I was not decently clothed.”

“I figured – and that’s why I did.”

He pulled me in for a kiss. (Aside: no one has ever *pulled* me in for a kiss…ever… god I love the way He handles my body.)

“Should I take off my ears and collar?”

He looked at me. He immediately understood I was asking to make sure that L wouldn’t be uncomfortable. In His Dom voice, calm and cool, He said “NO.”

I smiled as He reminded me that I can be myself around her. We spent the next hour or so together vaping, sharing stories, laughing, and just having a fun time. (This is happy poly. This is almost identical to my dream situation – you guys, I can’t tell you how AWESOME it is to have found my Sir and His family.)

After L went to bed, I told Sir how I’d been kneeling for Him.

“Show me.” He said.

I scooted back from where I’d been kneeling between His legs. I spread my knees slightly, and sat back on my heels. My hands rested on my thighs and I lowered my head. He inhaled sharply, and reached out to caress my face. His hands roamed from my face to my neck. Now it was my turn to gasp. He doesn’t even have to squeeze – the surface area of His hand against my throat alone is enough to make me wet and slip right into active submission. (I don’t know if that’s a real term or not – but for me, I always am submissive in subtle ways. So this is me actively expressing submission, I guess.)

He continued to caress me, squeezing my breasts. Since I haven’t been able to touch them myself this week, I was squirming in seconds. He pulled me up on my knees again and bit and sucked my nipples until I was writhing and then commanded, “Cum.”

And I did. Several times. Without Him even touching my pussy. I dropped down on my heels again, breathless. My hair fell over my face and I shook it down off the back of my neck. I wanted to engage His primal side. I lowered my head to expose the back of my neck. It was approximately 3 seconds before I felt His mouth nearing my neck. He carefully opened His mouth onto my neck, enclosing my spine in His teeth, and then He bit down.

My primal screamed. I began to struggle, and He bit harder. He grabbed my arms and held me in place. He growled and I was on the edge. “Do it.” He said with His teeth still pressing into my skin. I came hard. My body shuddered under His touch. He pulled back, and sat up. I breathed. I don’t know how much time passed before He grabbed my chin and gave me a smack to the cheek.

“What do you say?!”

I gasped. “Thank you, Sir. Sorry, Sir!”

“That’s better.”

I snuggled up against Him. My hands wandered to His cock, knowing that the smack He just gave me would have Him getting hard. I caressed Him through His sweatpants.

He leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “Only good girls get to touch my cock.”

I froze. I’d just been reprimanded for not saying “thank you” for an orgasm… That definitely took my good girl status for the moment… So I sat back and sighed, bowing my head.

He reached up to my head, grabbing a fist full of my hair. “I make dirty sluts like you suck it.”

And just like that, I was back on the edge, and my mouth watered. I helped Him with His sweats and eagerly began licking and sucking. He fucked my face. I worshipped His cock. He made me fuck my own face. He stroked Himself against my mouth. It was so fucking hot.

Afterwards, I cleaned Him up. He helped me off my knees and to the bed. We lay together talking and laughing. I told Him that I loved the primal moment we shared. And He admitted He didn’t do it consciously. I have to say, being in touch with our primal sides is such a rush. It’s pure instinct.

And I never thought I would get off on any kind of humiliation play, but when He rubs His cock and my spit all over my face, I’m in heaven. I love my place as His to do whatever he wants.

Happy #HumiliationDay, Kinky lovies!

=^_^=

Muirnah

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