I am one that loves sports and of all the sports that I enjoy the NFL ranks far above any others. I just love watching football. I follow it all year long. I follow the draft, have my favorite teams schedule logged in my cell and keep up on that team and what is happening within the organization. Katie on the other hand knows almost nothing about football. If you asked her where the corner back lined up I think she’d give you a blank stare and a look like “what?”. Well the team I follow was on TV, something that’s unusual since they are based in a city not near me. The game was an early one and we missed most of the first half due to our shopping. I said nothing while out cause I wanted my day to revolve around her and her wants. When I got back I asked if I could check the scores and she allowed me to do so. She was surprised to see that ‘my team’ was playing and told me to watch the game. I did so but I had things to do. I had food to put away. I had wash to do. I had a roast to fix and veges to get cut up to put in the crock pot. I had a floor to sweep and a room to clean. I kind of watched as I was working but mostly I wanted to get my chores done. I wanted them done because this is what I do and who I am – her sub. I wanted to get them done because I wanted her to have that “this is so nice” feeling knowing I was working on her behalf. I wanted to get them done because I now take pride in doing these tasks and the others she sometimes assigns.
Later that evening after cleaning up dinner I decided to once more massage her feet and calves, something I did once last week after having ‘that dream’ that I spoke about a few posts ago. I decided then that I need to do more of this and after I massaged her feet then, it confirmed my thought that this is something she really does enjoy. I massaged her then with my back to the TV and pampered her for about an hour. Last night I readied myself once more, getting the oil and taking off my shirt so as to not get oil on it. Katie added once I had tossed the shirt to the side, “and your pants too”, Smiling, I stripped naked and sat on the carpeted floor before her and prepared to rub her feet. Instead, she held out an arm and told me she wanted her hand and arms massaged first. We took our time and over the next two hours I massaged her hands, arms, shoulders and later, her entire body while she lay in only her panties with her legs straddling my body on the sofa. We had such a beautiful time. I told her that I knew that she was feeling the warmth and pressure of my touch but that she was reforming my mind as I was gazing on, and taking care of, the body of the woman I am to forever serve, love and care. I told her how this act and the other chores I did today are all slowly having an effect on me. My mind is being reshaped. Daily service while she relaxes, directs or even orders me to do this or that is molding each of us more solidly into the people we are now. I am indeed her submissive and she is definitely the authoritative figure. I told her that maybe Mr. SH is correct, that this long-term denial makes a man more docile and wanting to please and serve his superior partner because that was exactly how I was feeling at the time and have been feeling for a few weeks now.
Around 9pm we headed upstairs, after her two hour massage with the Sunday night football game between the 9ers and Lion’s on mute. I didn’t watch much of it but she let the TV remain on while lying quietly. Before heading up, I drummed up the courage to talk to her about ruined orgasms. Earlier in the week she told me that I wouldn’t be cumming until at least late November. I asked if she would ruin an orgasm for me, something she had never intentionally done. I’ve had plenty of self-ruined ones while making love but never one in which she took the time to ruin it. She told me she would. But first I was told to massage her back upstairs in bed for another half-hour or so.
We made love that night and after taking time to meet her needs she stroked me to a ruined orgasm. She thought that I would just ooze a bit as she had seen one do in a video several months ago. Ooze I did but it just kept coming and coming. She commented ‘gosh, there is so much coming out of you!” It struck us both as comic and we couldn’t help but laugh hysterically. It was one of those comments that just made the two of us burst out laughing. She jumped up to get a tissue to sop up the cum. I was hoping she’d finger-feed it to me but she cleaned most of it up and only made me taste a finger or two of it.
“Yes, I might ruin you next month tho.”