A Submissive Love by Jo Emery Page A

licked the end catching every last drop making him jump as he was no so sensitive.
     
    She sat back smiling as he relaxed back in to his pillows, when he was settled she asked may I share your bed tonight sir? He replied with of course you can my love. He had never refused her permission but she felt better for asking each night anyway. She got in and snuggled up next to him, he put his arms around her and kissed her hair and said I love you my good girl, she smiled and went to sleep the happiest girl in the world.

Story Two
     
    She awoke from a dream, it was a very pleasant and vivid dream, she was having sex with her master, it felt so real. As she woke more fully she realised that her dream was mixed with reality.
    She opened her eyes and smiled to see her master above her gently thrusting so as not to rudely awake her.
    She loved it when he woke her this way, the feeling of fullness as he penetrated her, it made her feel wanted, needed.
     
    Her master, realising that she was now awake took her hands and pinned her wrists above her head, thrusting harder now, she let out a satisfied moan as his body rubbed against her clit, bringing her closer to her climax. His speed increased, his breathing heavier, her cries louder and louder until she screamed her orgasm. He pounded into her harder, pushing her in to the bed, squeezing her wrists, leaning himself into holding her down as she writhed in pleasure, her internal muscles milking him dry as he released his seed into her. He continued to thrust as his orgasm subsided, He collapsed next to her, she turned and thanked him taking his pleasure from her and giving her pleasure in return. They lay for a while wrapped in each others arms, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
     
    When she had caught her breath she stirred from his embrace and slid down his body, she took him in her mouth and licked their juices from his cock.
    She went to the bathroom and washed herself, she went to the kitchen to make them breakfast. She brewed the fresh coffee that she knew he enjoyed with his breakfast. She hummed to herself whilst she cooked bacon and eggs, happy in the knowledge that even while she is asleep she can bring pleasure to and service her master.
    He came downstairs and sat at the table; she served him his food, always attentive to his needs. They finished eating, she washed the dishes, and they went upstairs.
    Her master chose her something to wear, a short summer dress in pale mint green. She wondered what they would do today, she didn’t care as long s they were together.

Story Three
     
    Playtime.
    She stood naked in the darkness, trembling with anticipation, not knowing what was to come but knowing that even though her limits may be pushed she would enjoy every little second.
     
    What was her master planning? She wondered as she stood there wearing her collar as always and the blindfold that he placed over her eyes before telling her to stay where she was, he would be back. She wasn’t sure how long she had been waiting; it probably had not been as long as it felt to her. She knew full well his reasons behind making her wait, to learn patience, to build suspense and anticipation, the latter two being the beginnings of foreplay after all.
     
    As much as she longed for her masters’ touch, the feel of his breath on the back of her neck, the grip of his hands surrounding her wrists, she did enjoy the wait. Would he gently caress her body, touch no part of her other than that which he chose to bind, would he take her roughly or maybe inflict a little pain? She knew that it would be enjoyable whether it was gentle or a playful tap filled with the promise of what was to come when he had settled her somewhere that she would be more stable. Her juices started to run down her leg as she thought of all the possibilities, a tried and tested game or something new? It didn’t matter to her as long as he was happy she would be happy. Her master would not leave her