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Perfect Day, Part 1

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I woke up to him already moving to be inside me. As I wake up, I start to squirm a little, and he says, “Sssshhh… don’t you dare move. Remember, you’re mine and you’re here for my pleasure.”

As he spreads my legs and feels that I’m already wet, I moan. He starts teasing me right at the entrance of my tight hole. I begin to squirm again, and he squeezes my side in punishment, reminding me not to move. I wince and secretly hope it leaves a sexy bruise.

I remember that I’m a good girl, so I finally give in and relax. He smiles and says, “Don’t move while I fuck your pretty pussy, and I might let you come.”

He fucks me deep and hard, and the mental restraint turns me on. All I want to do is meet his thrusts, but I want to be good for my Sir. He deserves a good girl.

He does everything in his power to protect me and adore me. Even though sometimes I don’t understand why he does something at first, I eventually realize he always has my best interests at heart.

Fuck… I adore this man. I would give him almost anything. He is the only place I have ever truly felt cherished and loved.

He fucks me deeper and harder, and I hear his groans as he grabs my ass and hips, squeezing them hard. It hurts, but my squeals don’t matter because my pussy betrays me, and he feels me getting even wetter.

He can tell I’m getting close, so he stops for a moment while still inside me. Leaning in, he whispers, “You’re being sooo good. Do you want to come for me?”

“Yes, Sir… please.”

He reaches over and picks up a small vibrator. As he slowly starts moving inside me again, he places it against my clit. It pushes me almost over the edge.

“Not yet,” he says.

He fucks me a little harder until I’m begging him to let me come.

He says, “Wait.”

I feel him getting harder inside me, and I know he’s getting close. I feel the weight of him smothering me as he can no longer hold himself up with one hand while the other stays between my legs.

“Beg for it.”

I am no longer me. I am just His.

“Please, Sir… please let me come for you. Please come inside me. I need you.”

He growls, “Come, babygirl… now.”

As my body rocks with orgasm, I feel his hard cock throbbing inside me as he thrusts deep and comes hard. My pussy clamps around him as I come so intensely.

I no longer know where I am or who I am.

I am only pleasure.

And His.

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Love the dynamic and how you’ve written this. Thank you for sharing

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Nice writing luv the gentle but firm control that is possessed with her.

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Omg! I love to write but you just blue me away!!! Duck you are good. My I use a couple of your lines to make my story’s betters?

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‘The Perfect Day…Part 2’

I lay there with the sun streaming through the window while the birds chirped outside. Sir was behind me. After he came, he immediately scooped me into his arms and kissed me deeply.

‘I need more’, I pleaded.

I felt his body tense at my words, but instead he held me close and reminded me that he had plans for us today. I grew giddy remembering everything we had ahead.

In that moment, I felt such immense joy, such complete safety, and overwhelming gratitude that I could hardly believe this was my real life. I didn’t have to worry. I was protected. I wasn’t alone. His presence was everything.

I nuzzled my face into his neck and breathed him in. I loved the way he smelled. He was mine, and I loved being close to him. If I was being completely honest with myself, I never wanted to be without him.

He gently pulled my face toward his and looked deeply into my eyes. I knew he could see everything in them. I instinctively tried to look away.

“Don’t.”

I obeyed.

He continued holding my gaze and quietly said, “You are my good girl. I am yours. Don’t ever forget that. Do you hear me?”

I nodded.

“Do. You. Hear. Me?”

“Yes, Sir. I hear you. I am your good girl, and you are mine.”

He smiled. “Better.”

With that, he smacked my ass hard enough to make me wince.

“It’s time to get up. Go get in the shower. I’ll bring you your coffee.”

I hopped up, kissed him with longing, let out a quiet moan, and smiled.

“Yes, Sir.”

I am his good girl. I obey him and happily serve him, but it never goes unnoticed that he takes wonderful care of me too. He regularly makes and brings me coffee. I thought I loved coffee before, but when he makes it, it’s divine.

A few minutes later, he brought me my coffee while I was still in the shower.

“Take a sip,” he said as he set it on the counter. “Your clothes are laid out on the bed, little one.”

His eyes slowly traveled over my body.

“Fuck… it’s hard to resist you right now.”

Soap covered every inch of me. I loved knowing he desired me, especially when he was trying so hard to stay disciplined.

I looked at him with wide eyes and slowly ran my hands over my soapy breasts. I loved being desired by him. I loved pleasing him.

God… I just loved him.

He let out a frustrated grunt.

“Finish up and get dressed.”

I smiled.

“Yes, Sir.”

I finished my shower and walked into the bedroom, where my clothes were neatly laid out on the bed.

My little black shorts.

A white, flowy tank that always made me feel feminine and beautiful.

A white lace bra.

Matching lace panties.

Resting on top was a folded note.

God… he always kept me on my toes. It was undeniably sexy.

I could hear him humming in the shower as I unfolded it.

Get dressed My girl,

Then go downstairs, make us a quick, simple breakfast, and wait for me on your knees in our usual place.

Love,

your Sir

I smiled and immediately got to work. I wanted everything to be ready before he came downstairs.

I quickly dressed, brushed my long hair, and smiled at my naturally air-dried curls. I loved that he preferred my hair natural.

I spent just a couple of minutes at my vanity applying light makeup. A little powder. Mascara. My cheeks were still naturally flushed from our morning together. A touch of eyeshadow and lip gloss.

Perfect.

I hurried downstairs, wondering what to make. The meal didn’t need to be complicated, but I always found it a little challenging when I wasn’t given explicit directions. Still, I knew these little decisions were good for me.

I settled on sausage, buttery toast, and fresh strawberries.

As I heard him finishing his shower, I quickly refilled his coffee and set everything neatly on the island.

Then I grabbed a napkin and wrote:

“I love you, Sir. I am the luckiest girl on Earth.”

I smiled to myself before hurrying to my place.

My kneeling pillow was already waiting in front of his favorite chair—the chair where he loved having me kneel, and the same chair where he loved holding me afterward.

He often asked me to crawl into his lap.

Even though I still worried I might be too heavy, he never let me believe it.

“You are perfect,” he would always tell me.

Sometimes he simply held me while gently rocking me. Sometimes he even read to me.

As I heard his footsteps coming down the hallway, I lowered my head and placed my hands neatly on my knees, palms facing upward.

I wouldn’t look at him until he gave me permission.

I knew better.

Otherwise, I might delay us with a punishment.

A warm thrill spread through me as I thought about those punishments… his strong hands leaving my skin warm beneath each firm smack.

No.

I was going to be good.

Look down, I said to myself…keep looking down.

He walked over carrying our breakfast and gently set it on the table.

I caught the scent of his fresh soap and smiled to myself.

“Mmm.”

“Babygirl… you may look up.”

I lifted my eyes.

He smiled.

Immediately I felt myself melting again like a schoolgirl with a crush.

“Aren’t you the prettiest little thing?”

I blushed.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“This looks wonderful,” he said. “Let’s eat quickly. We have a fun day ahead.”

He looked at my plate.

“Don’t even think about touching it.”

“I’ll feed you.”

He picked up a strawberry and slowly ate it himself first. Watching him made me smile.

Then he picked up another.

“Don’t move your lips.”

He slowly traced the strawberry across my lips.

“Give me your tongue.”

I obediently opened my mouth just enough for my tongue to rest against my lower lip. He let me taste the strawberry, but I didn’t dare take a bite.

After teasing both of us until I noticed the growing bulge beneath his shorts, he quietly smiled.

“Open.”

I obeyed, and he gently fed me the strawberry.

For the next several minutes, he fed me while I fed him. We shared soft kisses between bites, and every now and then a quiet little moan escaped my lips.

Finally, Sir set the plate aside and gently cupped my face in both of his hands.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Will you be my good girl today? Stay close. Do as you’re told. Give me what I want, when I want it.”

I thought about floating beside him on my favorite lake, spending the afternoon laughing together, and ending the evening wrapped safely in his arms beside a bonfire under the stars.

“I promise.”

“Good girl.”

He took my hand, and together we headed out.

Ni****

Ni****

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Read that on the train, I’m rock solid I won’t be able to get off the train with this raging hard on 🥵

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