totallyunadulteratedobservation

A few nights ago, SIR and I were sitting in the den watching clips from BIG BANG THEORY.   At the end of one, He told me, "Go upstairs get everything ready for fucking--lube, towel, your pussy--and I'll be there shortly."

I shouldn't have done it, but I asked, "How long will You be?"  Sometimes He goes online to check things at work or reads and sends emails, etc.  I was standing up from the couch and He grabbed my hand at the same time He spread His legs and pulled me down on my knees so that I was looking up at Him.  He took my head in both His hands and said, "I will be there when I get there.  You don't put me on a timer.  Do you understand?"  

"Yes, Sir," I answered.  The atmosphere had changed from laughing at Sheldon Cooper to one of pure seriousness.  But it wasn't bad.  I like it when SIR takes control away from me. 

"I may watch some more clips," SIR added, "and I have a few things to check for work, but you do what I tell you to do and don't question me," He continued--not in a fussing way but in a "I'm-reminding-you" way.  "I tell you what.  Go upstairs, but the first thing you will do is get your cage out and put the coconut oil where it needs to be around your balls and your dick.  I'll be there to take care of that first.  Now on your feet and go."  

It took me a couple minutes to get undressed, coconut oil on the right places and the cage and me lying on the bed.  (SIR puts the cage on me and He takes it off.  I'm not allowed "to play" with it.)  He came in the room and began.

"Do you think you would have asked me how long I was going to take if you had been caged?" He asked as He pulled my balls through the ring.  "Think about it before you answer."

As He was sliding the tube on my dick, I told Him that I probably wouldn't have.  That wearing the cage makes me more careful, more aware of being respectful and quicker to obey.  

"I think the same thing," SIR responded.  "Come in the bathroom with me.  I need to wash this coconut oil off my hands and I'm going to smoke.  I have more to tell you."  

"Have a seat on the side of the tub," He said as He turned on the water to wash His hands.  He finished, dried them and lit a cigarette.  Then He walked toward me, pulled down His sweats and I knew what to do.  I held His Dick in my mouth and lightly massaged it with my tongue, feeling it grow and grow.  SIR used one hand on the back of my head to set the rhythm and I picked up from there.    

As He fucked my face, He continued talking.  "This is where you belong.  Your Husband's Dick in your mouth, your own dick caged so that you understand your place."   

A pause in talking except for phrases like, "That's it."  "Hold it all the way in your throat for a few seconds."  "Now all the way in and almost all the way as He continued fucking my face while He smoked.  

Then, "I'm going back downstairs to do what I need to do, and here's what you will do," He continued.  "You will get in your bitch position on the bed and wait until I come in the room and I'm ready to use you.  You will not move out of that position, even if I'm not back in the room for an hour.  Your waiting is part of your submission.  You don't complain.  You don't ask me questions.  You do as I tell you to do."   As He took His Dick out of my mouth, He told me, "Now repeat back to me exactly what I just told you."

"I'll get on the bed in my bitch position and wait for You until You're ready to use me.  I won't complain and I won't ask questions.  I'll just obey You, Sir."  

He threw the cigarette in the toilet and said, "Okay.  Do it."  

SIR went downstairs, and I put myself in the same position as the sub in the picture . . . . and I waited.  

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SIR's Dick in my mouth, His cage on my junk, His confident Domination of me, my knowledge that He loves me as much as I love Him and also my knowing that He will discipline me  . . . . ALL THIS made the wait exciting . . .and even enjoyable.