Author's Note: This is my first submission into Literotica although I have read many stories here, and commented on a few. It is intended to be the beginning of a multipart domestic discipline story. If this is not your cup of tea, then please find another read. It should be noted that all characters are above the age of 18 although this is not explicitly stated.
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The butterfly settles onto my collar bone, a tiny weight that feels like a kiss to my throat. My skin is dry, toweled to a slight pink and I settle the frizziness of my hair into a braid. A spray of deodorant finished the preparations; you never were one for makeup.
I look into the mirror, my finger tracing along the lotus tattoo at my hip. The same tattoo is on your left bicep where it is tucked close to your heart. My first, as with many things we've done. A commemoration of our commitment to each other, to push through the muck and blossom. I remember squeezing your hand while he worked; you left me trying so hard not to giggle. The slight shadowing at the bottom reminds me that I didn't always succeed.
I am your Butterfly (though sometimes I am your Brat). Our relationship is simple; as the man of the house, you are the Alpha. Your word is law. As your wife, I am your omega. Your second in command, support, and equal to the outside world. But in our relationship to each other, you are my superior. You do not ask for much, only my vigilance to safety, my obedience in your rules, and my loyalty.
More than once my backside has paid for not following your rules. Typically, they are mistakes of a less serious nature such as forgetting my phone or disagreeing with your safety rules. Your hand is blistering then; my skin flushes from pink to a cherry red inferno. Sometimes, if I am being a greedy little slut, your fingers torture me and leave me wanting. There are times, though, you spank me for your pleasure.
In those times, your hand leaves a stinging imprint that it then rubs into tingling pleasure. My pussy will begin to moisten, the lips swell invitingly. My back will arch, begging for another as the electric sensation fades. More often than not, you are happy to deliver more until I am a quivering mess of need craving your cock.
But my mind is wandering. You gave me a task last night and I intend to complete it properly. Tucking a stray strand behind my ear, I do a final once over before heading into the main room.
You are still sleeping on the bed, snoring. Yes, my love, you sound like a freight train and it would probably take one to wake you. But in the interest of saving my ass, literally, I choose the alternate and more pleasurable route.
Peeling down your boxer briefs, I maneuver to kneel between your legs. A few teasing kisses up your thighs and then I am face to face with your cock.
I take my time, worshipping the shaft with slow open mouthed kisses. My fingers gently cup your sack, rolling the orbs carefully as I work from the bottom up to the swollen head. A slow kiss of greeting, a gentle suck, and then I take the shaft in between my lips. I bob slowly, working my way down your girth as I mind my teeth; your cock is thick in my mouth and I don't wish to hurt you.
I know I will just barely be able to take it all and only if I am focused on my breathing. But as my nose reaches your skin, I let my tongue begin its magic. Slow swirls as I draw up, a circle around the head before I drop back down.
