His Lap

31 Mar

“Come here,” He says. 

He is sitting in the other chair –  the recliner.

i stand in front of Him. 

i am wearing His flannel shirt, but only a couple of buttons are fastened.  My feet are bare.

He lets me stand a minute, watching me.   The chair is still upright; his eyes are intent.

Then –

“Here,” He says, and taps his thigh.

i don’t even try to restrain my grin – i do try not to actually leap into His lap. 

This is the best moment of the day.

i curl into Him.  He unbuttons my shirt.  Slips it off me.

i put a hand on his top button – “May i, please, Master?”

He nods, “Yes.”

i unbutton his shirt, pull it away from His chest so i can curl deeper into Him, skin pressed against skin.  i shiver with pleasure.

“Hedonist,” He says.

“Yes,” i can’t quit smiling.

He tips the chair back, pulls the lever that reclines it.  i am pressed against Him.  i sigh, content.

He takes my hair, fists His hand in it at the nape of my neck.  “Who do you belong to,” He says, tilting my head back.

“You, Master,” i say, with pleasure, “i belong to You.”

He nods.  Releases my hair, although He continues to touch me gently.   i rest my hand on His chest where i can feel His heart beat.

“Tell me,” He says.

This is my cue to report on my day, to tell Him which of the things i’d planned to do i’d actually accomplished, to explain what had worked and what hadn’t.  We are working on a plan together for some things i’d only dreamed of before, my fantasy project.  He holds me accountable for doing what we’ve agreed will be done each day.

It has become His project too.  The type of work He does interfaces with it enough that He has begun working on parts of it Himself.  He has other plans and projects that i’ve begun to learn more about.

When i’ve finished my report on the day, He gives me feedback.  Usually, it’s a combination of  praise, support, and suggestions for how to approach some of the challenges.  We laugh about parts of it, and  sometimes He holds me while i cry.

 Occasionally, in the darkest part of the winter, when it seems that spring will never come, i slip into lethargy.  Feel despair licking at my soul. 

He acknowledges that.  He lets me feel what i need to.  But when it threatens to linger, He takes action swiftly, and helps me move beyond it.

Once i have shared my day, He talks about His.  He tells me the things He’s done to move our project forward, and other things that happened.  We laugh and exchange ideas.  Sometimes i have suggestions for Him.

We have been touching as we talk, He may stroke my hair, my arm, pat my ass, pull me closer to Him.  i put a hand on His cheek, stroke his face.

And then ~

               ~ His hand is in my hair again, tilting my head back

“Are you ready?” He asks.  He holds me so tightly, i can barely nod.

His other hand pinches a nipple;  i gasp. 

My heart and mind are already open to Him, my body is eager to follow.  He tugs my nipple, and i turn my body so i’m straddling Him now, facing Him, my legs stretched open over His thighs.

He takes my other nipple between finger and thumb, pulls, watching my face.  i gulp, gasp, moan a little. 

He smiles.

“What do you want?” He asks.  Sometimes He tells.  Sometimes He says, “I want your mouth.”  “I want your pussy.”  “I want to beat your ass, fuck your ass, spank your pussy…”  the possiblities are endless.  Sometimes He says, “I’m going to…” which is really the same thing.

But tonight it’s “what do you want?”  That begins the litany of submission.  

“Master,” i say, “i want to please you every way i can.”  

He puts a finger on my lips.  i touch His finger with my tongue.  “With my mouth,” i say.  “i want to please you with my mouth, Master.”

He slides the finger into my mouth and allows me to taste Him, licking and sucking as i would if it were His cock.  

He withdraws the finger – touches my pussy, stroking, sliding a finger in and out.  “With my pussy,” i say, “i want to please you with my pussy, Master.”  

His finger, wet with my juices, slips easily into the narrower entrance, a sensation that drops me immediately ten steps deeper into submission.  i can barely talk now, “With my ass,” i say, and it’s almost a whisper, “i want to please you with my ass, Master.”

“Good girl,” He says, and the finger is withdrawn. 

He tips the chair forward again, one hand on my back so i’m not thrown off His lap.

“Kneel,” He says.


14 Responses to “His Lap”

  1. sin March 31, 2011 at 7:44 am #

    “Kneel,” He says.

    That’s nice. So nice.

    • aisha March 31, 2011 at 6:58 pm #

      Thanks, Sin. {smiling} Yeah. It has a ring, doesn’t it? aisha

  2. The Beast March 31, 2011 at 7:59 am #

    Beautiful. Calm intimacy and strong devotion. This really struck a chord with me.

    • aisha March 31, 2011 at 6:58 pm #

      @The Beast – Thank you – i love the way you describe it – nice. And it makes me feel good to know it resonated with you.


  3. thesubmissivebf March 31, 2011 at 8:23 am #

    Pure intimacy and hotness rolled together, great story!

    • aisha March 31, 2011 at 6:59 pm #

      Thanks, Sbf! I’m glad you liked it…


  4. nilla March 31, 2011 at 8:26 am #


    so beautiful. enchanting. i smiled all through this.


    • aisha March 31, 2011 at 7:00 pm #

      Thank you, ‘Nilla – i love that it made you smile…

      hugs, aisha

  5. angel March 31, 2011 at 12:31 pm #

    This is really an excellent start and would make a good roadmap for a lot of us for the feelings it evokes…and to remind us to not settle for less.

    Your fantasy project should be shared by two. 🙂


    • aisha March 31, 2011 at 7:01 pm #

      @Angel – Thanks – I’m kinda hoping it helps me remember not to settle!

      And it would be nice to share my project. Yeah.



  6. k March 31, 2011 at 10:05 pm #

    Sounds amazing..

    • aisha April 1, 2011 at 4:18 am #

      Thanks, K! I’m glad you liked it…


  7. yesthankyousir April 1, 2011 at 4:00 pm #

    I love this

    Thanks for posting

    • aisha April 1, 2011 at 5:05 pm #

      Thanks~ I’m glad you liked it!

      Sent from my iPhone

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