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lickenforyou -> A great Day...for HER (11/1/2010 3:13:31 PM)
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Its morning, I’m sleeping when I feel an elbow gently but firmly nudging me. “Get Up” she says “I’m hungry, make me some breakfast.” I get out of bed still groggy from sleep and grab my pants. She hears the rustle and looks over her shoulder “What are you doing?” I tell her I’m putting my pants on. She shakes her head slightly. I let them drop to the floor and mutter “I’m sorry.” I head down to the kitchen.
First I make coffee. I pour two cups. I leave one on the counter, her first. I take the other cup up to her. Cream and sugar, perfect I hope. I hand her the cup as she sits up in bed. She glances at my dick, nothing registers on her face. My dick is almost always semi hard when I serve her, I hate it, but I can’t help it. And it hurts when she doesn’t say anything about it. Sometimes it hurts worse when she does. She says nothing after sipping her coffee so I assume its okay and return to the kitchen.
As I finish her breakfast she enters the kitchen. Wearing her robe, she makes my nakedness more obvious. She sits down and I place her breakfast before her. I always have to guess what she wants. This morning I’ve cooked bacon (crisp) eggs (over easy) the excess grease drained from both, and wheat toast. I think that she will want a hearty breakfast to start this day. She looks at my offering for a moment as I hold my breath. Without a word she begins to eat and read the newspaper that I have laid out for her. I, silently, breathe a sigh of relief.
When she is finished with breakfast I remove her plate and put my breakfast on it. She rises and leaves the kitchen. As she leaves she tells me “after you’ve eaten and washed the dishes get the book and come upstairs.” Startled, I say “but it’s not Sunday!” She turns and looks at me with anger in her eyes. “I’m sorry” I tell her, and I am. “I’m very sorry” panic and pleading in my voice. She leaves the kitchen.
*The Book* is where she writes down everything that I have done wrong throughout the week. Sunday is (usually) punishment day. Most of the time we are a normal couple, she is my girlfriend. I am her boyfriend. We work, we laugh and joke, we hold hands, and sometimes argue. There are times where I am tied to the bed and she uses different whips on my ass, back, and legs. Sometimes on my dick and inner thighs. It is erotic and last a long time. Of course it hurts, but she takes her time and enjoys it. I enjoy it too. Sundays are not like that. On Sundays I’m ordered to her room. It’s her room, her office, a place for her. There is a couch, and on Sunday I am told to bend over the arm of the couch and I am spanked. This is not erotic. This hurts. She will read my mistakes out loud from the *book.* She scolds me for them. I have to apologize and explain myself to her as she is spanking my ass hard. Sunday is for punishment and humiliation. It is when I am reminded of the true dynamic of our relationship. She orders me to stand up “Now go stand in the corner for fifteen minutes.” As she leaves the room I tell her once more, through tears and with shame “I’m sorry.” The door closes behind her.
After what I think is about fifteen minutes, the time it usually takes to get myself together. I walk out into the hall. From our bedroom I hear her say “Come here.” I enter the bedroom and see that she is lying naked on her stomach with her laptop computer logged onto PlayGirl magazine. She is flipping through the gallery of young, hot, hard bodied guys with their large cocks and confident smiles. She gently rubs the screen as a particularly large cock appears, and softly moans. “Lick me” she says. I kneel behind her on the bed and begin to plant light kisses on her ass. Suddenly I feel a slap to my face. It is jarring because it is so unexpected. “I said lick me.” I immediately push my face into the crack of her ass and start licking her asshole. She slowly arches her back pushing her ass into the air exposing her pussy to me. She is very wet. I place my hands under her thighs to help support her and begin to lick her hot wet pussy. I pay a lot of attention to her clitoris. It is clear that she just wants to cum. She does, she rolls over on her back and grabs the back of my head pushing my mouth hard onto her sopping wet cunt. She grinds on my face and cums loudly. After her breathing becomes less labored I blow on her pussy to cool her down. Usually I will lick her to more orgasms after that. But, this time, she pushes my head away. “Go get a towel. I go to the bathroom and run warm water over a washcloth and grab a hand towel. I go back to her and pat her pussy with the washcloth and wipe down her inner thighs and ass. I then dry her off with the towel.
I am putting the washcloth and towel into the hamper and wondering why she didn’t want me to kiss her ass and take time giving her several orgasms. That is usually what she likes. Then, from the bedroom she tells me “Make sure the house is clean. William is coming over tonight.” There is a palpable silence. “What?” she asks. I tell her that I didn’t say anything. “What were you thinking?” Angry at my own honesty I say “You didn’t tell me you had a date tonight.” I hear the pages of *TheBook* being flipped through, my first screw up of the week is recorded.
As I tidy up the house I occasionally sit to perform a task. The pain from my bottom reminds me of my earlier humiliation. When I have finished cleaning I stand, in the military position of at ease, in the center of the living room. Eventually she enters and slowly inspects my work. She comes to the lamp on the end table and pushes it less than an inch backwards. I immediately go and retrieve *The Book.* She is standing in the same place when I return. I hand her *The Book* and she makes an entry. She then continues her inspection making several additional entries. “Go run me a bath” she says.
I am sitting on the toilet, with the lid down, causing me great discomfort from my weekly spanking. She enters, drops her robe, and gently eases herself into the bubble bath. I know how she likes it, I am sure the temperature is perfect. I wash her with tenderness and care. It is incredibly erotic, for me. It is merely a part of my duties, for her. I take my time admiring her soft skin and beautiful body. Her neck, and arms, and her sexy back. Between her legs where I love and long to be so much. Her ass, legs and feet, all given my full attention. When I am done, she stands and I pat her dry with a bath towel. She gives me a slight smile and rubs my head a little. Emotion wells up in me from that small bit of attention from her. She exits the bathroom “Lay out some clothes for my date tonight, and some really sexy underwear.”
I am excited as I go through her underwear draw. She is so sexy to me and I love dressing her to accentuate all her best qualities. I put out of mind why, or I should say who, she is dressing sexy for. I choose a black lacy bra that dips low in front to show off her perfect 34c breast. I look for the black lacy thong that goes with the bra. I know its here because I bought it for her. A flash of when she wore it, for me, goes through my mind and I quickly push it aside. Finding the panties I begin to look for a black garter belt and a pair of black sheer thigh high stockings with the seam running up the back. I place those items on the bed and go to her closet. At first I pick her short black cocktail dress. She looks amazing in it. I always want to ravish her when she wears it. But, then I think it’s too formal. She needs something fun, so I choose a short black skirt and a blue satin tank top that will just cover her bra until she reaches for her glass of wine. I place those items on the bed as well. Then I choose a pair of her fuck me pumps.
I then go to the kitchen to prepare her a late lunch. As she enters the kitchen I turn towards her. My dick is almost fully erect. The excitement of picking out sexy cloths for her has had quite an affect on me. She stares at my dick not quite disapprovingly, but she is considering something. Finally she says “Go put on your panties. I don’t want to think about your dick today. I’m thinking about William’s big cock.” She refers to my penis as a *dick*. When she talks about other men, she talks about their *cocks.* Subtle, but very effective. It hurts my feelings.
I go to my underwear draw and begin to look for the panties that she bought for me. She made me go with her to the lingerie store. We looked through piles of panties. The young and very attractive sales girl told her that she was looking in the wrong sizes. She looked at me and smiled, then said to the girl “That’s alright.” She went back to looking through the panties. The girl looked at me and raised her eyebrows then sauntered away. Again, subtle but very effective. I was embarrassed. She picked out a pair of dark pink lacy, very brief, not quite thong, panties and held them up to my crotch area. I glanced at the sales girl and saw that she was watching out of the corner of her eye. I laughed it off as if it were a joke. *The Book* came out of my girlfriend’s purse and she jotted something down. When the sales girl was ringing up the panties my girlfriend said to me “You like the panties, right?” A quick look to the sales girl and then I said “Yes, they’ll look great on you, honey.” Anther notation was made in *The Book” as I followed her out of the store.
Now wearing the panties I finish preparing her meal. She sits down at the table and as she is eating says “Tidy up the bedroom. Make the bed then turn down a corner. Put some incense in the bathroom and some candles around the bedroom. I do as I am told.
It’s now early evening. She is sitting on the couch with a glass of wine that I have poured for her. She is listening to music. I am standing back away from her at ease. I am now fully dressed, but I am still wearing the panties under my jeans. There is a knock at the door and I go to open it at her direction. It is William, we greet each other and I invite him in. He approaches her and she stands. They hug each other lightly and she plants a kiss on his lips. I look away, I know what they will be doing later, but her kissing him on the mouth is the hardest thing for me to take. It’s so intimate. I know that it is a necessary prelude to the sex, but it still hurts. “Get William a glass of wine, won’t you?” She doesn’t order me around in front of the men that she dates. We pretend that we are, sort of, swingers, and that this is just part, of what we do. I of course am punished for it later. I should be strong enough to serve her in front of people. I am not.
We all make small talk for a bit and then they begin to make out and tease each other. She rubs his thighs and then his cock through his pants. I can see it getting bigger, again I look away. She then says to him in a breathy voice “Let’s go up stairs.” He leads her up the stairs. Half way up she says to me “What are going to do? Oh, wait you have laundry to do. This is very close to exposing my role in this relationship, but not quite. She then mimes that I should take my clothes off, except for the panties. William turns around and almost catches her miming, but misses it.
I am in the laundry room, wearing just my panties again. It is just off the kitchen. There is no door in between. I am terrified that William will go into the kitchen and accidently walk into the laundry room. As I begin doing the laundry I can hear laughing and moaning coming from upstairs. My girlfriend’s moans are getting louder and more intense. I can hear the headboard hitting the wall and the bed squeaking. Her moans are matching the thrusting of the bed. Often it sounds like she is being hurt and I rush to the bottom of the stairs. Her safety is always my biggest concern. But then I realize the cries of pain are actually guttural sounds of ecstasy. I go back to the laundry room. The sounds of their fucking go on for a long time. Eventually there is silence. Then I hear muffled voices. After a bit someone comes into the kitchen, and heads towards the laundry room. I have a towel ready to wrap around my waist to hide my panties. I don’t grab it, I take a chance. It’s her, she can see that I am scared. “What’s the matter?’ she asks. I’m too embarrassed to say that I was afraid it was William, and I’m worked up and confused by all that has happened during the day. I blurt out “Why are you treating me like this?” I am emotional and vulnerable. She looks at me for a moment, then rolls her eyes. “Well I believe I already told you how big his cock is. And, besides, you let me treat you this way. Do you think that man up there in our bed would ever let me treat him like this? Down here in panties doing my laundry while another man fucked me?” She laughs then looks at my dick “Plus, as hurt as you are, you’re also excited.” She turns and walks away. I follow her to the kitchen where she grabs two bottles of water. She walks towards the stairs. “I love you” I say. She walks up the stairs and soon the sounds of their fucking fill the house again.
I go back to doing laundry. After a few hours I hear William leave. I go and make sure all the doors and windows are locked and I turn on the alarm. My first and foremost concern is always her safety. “Come on up” she says. I get to our bedroom, the bed is thrashed. Clearly they went at it hard and a lot. “I need to cum one more time” she tells me. She spreads her legs and I crawl between them. I look at her shaved pussy. It is red, almost raw in the area all around it. Her pussy lips are red and swollen and her pussy is open slightly. Not normal for her, and it is normally pink, but now it is also red and swollen. I blow on her pussy and she sighs at the cool relief. In between blowing I plant light kisses all around it. She is becoming wet so I slowly start licking her. Every where but her clit. When her hips begin to push up towards my mouth I open my mouth and cover her pussy and begin to gently lick her clit. “His cock really is so big, you know. God it feels so good.” She gets wetter as she describes it to me and how it felt. “It’s so long too, and he cums so hard that I can feel him shooting off inside me.” Can you taste his cum?” I continue to lick her and she is shoving her hot, sloppy wet cunt into my mouth. She smacks me on the head and says ”Can you taste William's cum in me?” I mumble “Yes.” She asks “What?” I know what she wants this time, a detailed answer. I look at her “I can taste his cum in your pussy.” I say. She moans loudly and grinds her pussy into my face and holds the back of my head to push even harder. She cums for a long time, and for the last time of the evening. She pulls on me to come up and cuddle with her. We spoon with her back to me. She feels my raging erection poke into her back. She giggles softly and sighs. She quickly falls asleep.
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