Diary of a Dominant began here. Today, I continue with the free admission that thoughts of my Lovely often distract me. I’m very good at compartmentalizing my thoughts, but some days, that’s damn near impossible. Today is one such day. It began last night, actually. When I got home from work, I was in a playful mood. Sadly, Lovely was not. Nonetheless, I am her dominant and as such, have the right – which she has given me – to play. I know exactly which buttons to push, as all good Dominants do. For Lovely, it’s my voice. I deepened my voice, squared my shoulders, and held her chin in my hands. “It’s been a long day and I need to escape from the worries of work.” Her eyes softened and she said in a quiet, respectful voice, “As you wish so let it be.” This sounds terribly formal, but that was the phrase we had agreed upon. She was now willing to accept me as her Dominant. Her eyes had become a bit glass and her breathing shallow – sure signs that she was entering submind. First, I ordered her to strip out of her clothes. Once she was nude, I handed her two clothes pins. Her nipples are excessively sensitive. She bit her bottom lip, but accepted them. She knew what I wanted. I stood watching as she placed the on her nipples. There they would remain until I removed them. Nodding my approval I pulled out a kitchen chair and sat. I patted my lap and she positioned herself. I breathed deeply and smelled her arousal. My cock pressed painfully against trousers. It would have to wait. I wanted to play first. Her shaved lips glistened with eagerness. I couldn’t resist. I ran my finger down her slit and laughed when she jumped. I began with a soft warm up. She has full, round cheeks, perfect for my hand, but her pale skin bruises easily and I had now wish to mark her – not that she would have minded. Once she was nicely pink, I spanked her in earnest. I could hear her sobs after about 5 minutes, but seeing her juices coating her thighs, displaced the idea that she disliked my administrations. The sound of her cries made my cock twitch. I wouldn’t be able to take much more. With each spank, I knew her tits bounced causing the clips on her nipples to tug. Keeping an eye on the clock, I stopped the spanking after 10 more minutes. Never did I leave the clips on for more than twenty. I rubbed her red, lovely bottom for a few moments and then helped her to stand. Together, we walked to the bedroom where I told her to sit on the bed, hands beneath her bottom. She pleaded with me to remove the clips, but both of us knew it was futile. If she really wanted the off, she would have said, “Ruby.” I quickly undressed. I had planned to draw this out longer, but my need was too great. I stood before her, my cock rigid. “Suck.” Eagerly she opened her mouth. I damn near exploded when her hot, hungry mouth encased my length. I grasped both clips at the same time and tugged them off. She screamed as the blood rushed back into those perfect bullets but, good woman that she is, kept her mouth around my cock. I pulled back and grinned when she protested. I needed to be inside of her. Now. “On your stomach,” I said. Quickly, she scampered onto the bed. I knelt behind her, lifted her hips, admired my handiwork and buried myself in her wet, tight tunnel. Then, she tightened and trembled. There’s nothing I love more than watching her come and this she did, my balls slapping against her clit. I fucked her hard, her cries now filled with pleasure spurring me on. Her trembling slowed, but I didn’t’ want that. I wanted to release inside of her while she was in the throws of another orgasm. And so, I brought my hand down on her red ass again. Sharp. Hard. She screamed in surprise, pain, and something else. I felt her internal muscles squeeze my cock and knew she close again, so I slapped her other cheek hard enough to see the outline of my own hand. I watched, fascinated, as the muscles in her back rippled and her hands clutched at the sheet. Now. Now I could indulge myself – and I did. The world turned red and I shot my pleasure deep inside her body.

Later, after we’d rested, Lovely got up to fix dinner. She grabbed her clothes, but I scolded her, letting her know that I was not quite finished. She looked surprised, but obediently dropped them. For the rest of the evening, she would remain nude – I could watch her, play with her, tease her, punish her, fuck her as I desired. By the time I drifted off to sleep with a very satisfied wife in my arms, I’d come in her once more and give her innumerable orgasms as well. This morning I’d taken her again before leaving for work. I know she’s going to be sore today – at least her bottom and her pussy anyway. That, of course, leaves her other two holes. Feeling my dick swell again and a grin spread over my face, I sent her a text. Nude. Kneeling. Bedroom. Be ready.