Best sex I've had in a long time.

A couple of nights ago, I was performing one of my daily duties, keeping my Mistress company while she showered.  I poked my head inside the shower curtain to talk to her, as I used to do frequently in our "vanilla" life.  That was, then, though.  This is now.  Peeking at Melissa without permission is a violation of her rules.

She commanded me to drop to my knees and stay there while she finished her shower, and keep my gaze to the floor.  Of course I complied, and handed her a towel when she finished her shower.

She pulled back the shower curtain, and buried my face in her pussy.  I obediently gave her what she wanted, and she came.  Hard.  More than once.  When she was done, she called me a good boy, and permitted me to rise to my feet.

There are few things more gratifying than pleasing my Mistress in this way.  The old Melissa would not let me perform oral sex on her without insisting on reciprocating.  The new Melissa understands, quite correctly, that she is in control of our sexual relationship.  My pleasure comes from pleasing her.

It's my expectation that sexual encounters benefit her, not me.  They will happen if she wants, when she wants, as often as she wants, how she wants, and it will end the way she wants.  My hope is that she will occasionally let me come too, but I imagine that will be the exception, not the rule.

This was quite possibly the best "sex" I've had in a long, long time.

Good boy

I bought my Mistress a present this week.  A car.  A Chevy Blazer.  It's something I probably would have done anyway, even without our new arrangement.  She needed one; sharing a car is a very difficult thing to do.  But it took on a different meaning now that I'm not just her husband, but her submissive.  

She told me I did a good job, that I had pleased her with my present.  She patted me on the head and said, "Good boy."

On the surface, that all sounded really silly.  and reading it back as I type it, it sounds silly again.  But when she called me a good boy, something unexpected happened.  I felt a deep sense of pride.  It was a very deep, sincere feeling.  The soft of feeling you might imagine a dog gets when it fetches a stick and gets a "good boy" from his owner.

It was so bizarre, and it really caught me by surprise.  It's little surprises like that that make me think I'm doing the right thing here.  The truth is, I've been happier the past several days than I've been in a long time.