Last night I came to bed late (see excuse above), crawled into bed, snuggled up to Mistress and zoned out. (Don't worry we did get in a bike ride and some healthy worship time earlier in the evening.)
At some point during the night I woke up and looked at Mistress. She was laying on her back , hands over her head, wrists crossed (no there were no little red cuffs, this photo was taken a few Sundays back when I got my "switch" time with her). Her legs were spread too, knees out, almost as if her ankles had been crossed and tied. Yum.
Truth be told, I was a bit horny, and was tempted to put one hand over her wrists to hold her in place, using the other hand to prime her with some well placed strokes of my fingers until she began to squirm, before taking her as she awoke from the deep sleep.
But seeing how deeply she was snoozing, and considering my roll as her Slave, I passed on the opportunity. Mistress does deserve her beauty rest, and I knew that my privileges would be restored in the morning. Patience, Mick.
But I did wonder what Mistress was dreaming about, or what she was mentally dwelling on as she voluntarily assumed that rather submissive position. Was she contemplating being tied and taken at the hands of some imaginary, mysterious Dom?
When I asked her that question this morning, she gave me one of those "know your place, Slave" looks, and declined to answer. Interesting....
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