Ropety Headspace

With a sitter in place for after school, my sister (lol), I carved out about a 5 hour block of time for a date day with Sire. He picked me up after he finished his classes for the day and we headed out to lunch. I needed to eat, but the princess stole my food, so Sire took me Chili’s and the food and waitress were yummy. We chatted about his aptitude for school and my discovery of the importance of words over the last few days. Frustrated by my period, but excited by the discovery, we headed back to his place.

Once there, I went outside and smoked a bowl of my new fave, Mr. Clean. It helps me calm my mind and all of the thoughts that race through. It almost quiets everyone... kind of muffles them... so that I only need to focus on one thought line at a time. I walked into the house and found Sire in the rope room tying and sorting through rope. After undressing to my panties (grumble grumble), I lay on the floor behind him, gently stretching and listening to him sort through the rope, as if they were little people, being addressed... I smiled at the thought of all the little rope people we could potentially unwind just for our amusement and away I slipped into that lovely place where I actually relax and release control...

Sire looked me over and started tying my right arm... I watched as he wove it into an intricate kind of wing, elbow bent and restricting my reach... I wobbled my wing a little and rested my hand on my right breast. Feeling my heart pulse under my hand, we kissed deeply. He started talking about rope and my legs and I agreed... hearing ropety rope rope legs ropety rope futomomo ropety... lol (not really.. I know I was totally focused while we were talking, but kinda because when I think back, it all blurs into ropety rope rope). As he started wrapping both of my legs, the rope sliding along my body started making me giggle... it was tickling me, giving me goosebumps... it felt good to focus on, so I closed my eyes and rested my left hand on my soft tummy, rising and falling with my breath. Suddenly, I was meditating in a comfy rope space... vibing on the energy and the flow...

I opened my eyes and Sire was just finishing up a tie. He noticed me watching and we started to talk about chastity and celibacy and the ebb and flows of needs... he showed me his heart and the thoughts in his mind surrounding my need to heal... and I am so grateful for the amazing lives that I have attracted in my life... then we started talking about the power of words again and he started dirty talking fantasy ass fucking with me. It’s a game we used to play when we were dating back in the day. Then I started asking if he wanted to fuck my face and he said yes... so then I asked if he was going to fuck my face and he said yes as I massaged his dick with my hand... and then he pulled off his shorts and started to fuck my face.

Then he found out about the true depth of my cock sucking enjoyment and power... I can suck on a cock forever... especially a standard issue white boy cock... I can suck on that for days in the right position... just curled up, head resting on a leg or in a lap, cock in my mouth, continually sucking... I have actually fallen asleep still sucking my Master’s cock... with Sire’s ability to have multiple orgasms, the cock sucking went on for quite a while... he ended up tapping out, twice... lol... a dick gets pretty sensitive the more it is played with. He did make it through 3 position changes though, lol, and then rope had to eventually come off when I needed to go potty... and I didn’t even think to get pictures (grumble grumble), but we had some good times for sure.