Dominic and Rosie
Thanksgiving Scene
"You did such a lovely job with dinner, and it's time for me to show you exactly how thankful I am for you. Bring me the red rope, my lover. I do believe it is time to get started." She and Dominic lay curled in front of the fireplace in their living room basking on their faux bear skin rug. Dominic brought Rosie's hand to his lips as she placed her glass of wine on the table. As was tradition, the kids were with Dominic's parents getting ready to do their secret holiday shopping while Dom and Rosie enjoyed a well-deserved break in the routine.
Dominic loved this holiday. Rosie was an incredible cook, and he enjoyed every bite that she carefully created for the family. His favorite was the leftovers. For several days, she didn't cook and they ate out of the refrigerator and just enjoyed each other while the kids were away. Following their usual holiday routine, Rosie had the entire evening to prepare her body for her him. She cleaned every part of herself and ensured all her waxed areas were fresh. Now, she was smiling at him after enjoying a heavenly evening in front of the fire while drinking wine and relaxing in each other's embrace after a perfect charcuterie board of leftovers. Rosie nodded and got up to go and begin their scene.
After she left the room, Dominic sprang into action. Grabbing the toy chest from the basement, Dominic removed the floggers and whips and placed them on the cabinet. Tonight would be special. He bought a new implement for her as an inside joke--a wooden spoon. They had a standing agreement not to buy each other "useful" things as gifts without prior arrangement. This was especially true for all items in Rosie's kitchen. Dominic had eaten a lot of bad food in previous relationships. At this point in his life, he refused to do anything to jeopardize her processes which had proven successful for all these years. No. It was best to tease her and then perhaps leave some nice red marks to match the rope. He did love marking her skin but it was especially true at this time of year when Rosie dressed even more modestly than usual to survive the harsh midwestern climate. He did not have to hold back; he had free range to mark her from her chest to her toes. The thought was more delicious than her sage dressing.
Dominic sighed. What a vision; he adored his Rose. Trussed up and unable to bring herself to orgasm without his aid, she would look so forlorn. How long would he make her wait? How many orgasms? It had varied from year to year, but Dominic had this one more trick up his sleeve this year. Oh, how lovely she would sound when she begged him to cum. Thank goodness they were alone tonight. He expected her to be quite loud.
Just as he finished moving the leather hassock that would serve as a spanking bench into place, Rosie descended the stairs with the rope in her hands and her hair tied up in a tight French twist. He loved her hair, but tonight, it would get in the way of the rope and he needed a clean slate for what he had planned.
Rose was a stunner wearing only her red heels, and the rope hung loosely in her hand. She placed it lightly on the ottoman and knelt in front of Dominic. Casting her eyes down she spoke, "I am ready to serve you, my Master" with a gentle voice.
"Excellent, my Rose. I am ready to be served. How very lucky for you." Chuckling, he took her face in his hands and brought his lips to hers. Ever so softly he kissed her, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth and biting every so gently. Falling into his embrace, Rosie felt herself relax as Dominic moved to tighten his arms and whispered in her ear, "Tonight I am ready to worship you as you are, my sweet Rose. Are you prepared to submit to me my plans for you?"
"Yes, my love. Please."
"Well, then let's start with a warm-up. I'd like to redden your backside before I put the ropes on. Get into position." Rosie moved over the ottoman and pressed her chest into the cold leather. Dominic frowned looking at his wife. She had not gotten the position correctly; her legs were together. Dominic used his foot to kick her knees apart. "No, slut, you should not be pushing limits before your punishment begins. You will not squeeze your ravenous little clit with your legs together when you get your warm-up. You will take these strokes for the pain they give you. Pleasure is for when I say it is, whore." His next spanks were firmly directed right at the meat of her bum and echoed through the empty house. It felt like it took forever, but soon, Dominic saw a warm red glow rise from her skin; he stopped and went to face Rosie.
"After all that attention, I'm going to check your greedy little slit now. I have a feeling that you are wet enough for your narrow passage to accommodate my cock easily now. Imagine the state your naughtily little pussy will be in by the time I decide to have my way with you. Oh, I do so love Thanksgiving." Dominic roughly stuck his tongue down Rosie's throat claiming her mouth. Using his hand, he reached down and shoved his fingers through her slick. There was so much liquid that his digits made a squelching noise when he roughly jiggled them in and out of her weeping hole. When he returned to his work spanking on her sit spot, she felt the tears build up behind her eyes. The stinging burn was just not her favorite. Every nerve in her body was electrified. From her clit to her nipples, all she wanted was friction. As her frustration spilled over and wet her cheeks she took a sharp shaking sigh of relief feeling the adrenaline pumping through her body.
A few minutes later, Rosie was sobbing into the soft leather and her rump was as red as a cherry, much to Dominic's satisfaction.
"Your warmup is complete. Get into position for your ropes, whore."
Dominic took great pride in the Shibari work he did with Rosie. In his mind, there was nothing prettier than Rosie tied up in rope and completely helpless at his feet. He had fantasized about the ropes and the knots and the dark crimson marks he could make on her body. She was breathtaking in her submission and her ravishing body. Yet, his favorite thing in the entire world was her face when she orgasmed. The pure release showed on her lips and in every muscle of her face; he delighted looking deeply into her eyes as she came. When her pupils were like saucers-raging with the hormones he called forth in her body; he could see his reflection in the yawning cavern of her eyes. He insisted she keeps her eyes open when he made her orgasm so that he could look that intensely into her. It bonded her to him. As she experienced that brain-melting orgasm, he wanted to be the only thing in her vision.
That didn't mean he didn't crave watching her melt on another tongue or hand or random appendage. It wasn't about the methodology. It was about the orgasm and experiencing it with her. She was so naturally submissive. He surmised that there was a chemical reason deep in her brain that fed the need to submit. Perhaps an addiction to oxytocin and the potent cocktail made her hump her hand despite the embarrassment during their scenes.
"Hands on your head. Feet apart, girl."
Dominic began with the ropes going down her body from her shoulders to her crotch. He never looped the rope around her neck. He needed her consciousness for the entirety of this. Dominic pulled the rope between her folds and tugged it up so that it pressed her clit deep into her slit. "Ah, now, let's get these knots done. I can tell I need to put a little knot right here-" Dominic pressed on the rope covering her wet folds directly on top of her clit, "--for my naughty little girl."
Working with the precision of a surgeon, he tied her up. He thread two ropes between her legs making the little knots right where they rubbed her clit. As he mauvuered and lopped, Rosie mused. Dominic wasn't one for circulation restriction and she was thankful for that. Although she had had her breasts bound before with rope, she didn't enjoy it as much as how Dominic used the rope to simply rub sensitive areas of her body and control her movements. She enjoyed the thought of not being able to get herself off without pressure or help from him; she was completely in his hands and any orgasms she had would be his and would bind her to him even more.
