Floating

‘I think now is a great time for you to try out using a butt plug, slut.’ He says it so nonchalantly like it isn’t a new thing to me. I shockwave of nerves shoot through me, but equally matched as my level of excitement goes up. I think, if I’m honest, I’ve been looking forward to this moment ever since my butt plugs arrived in the post.

I traipse upstairs to put the folded laundry away. As I go to put his pants in his sock drawer, I say ‘in ya go’ and it makes me laugh because that could be what I’d say to the butt plug.

I walk across to my quiet room. I pull out the medium sized butt plug. I take it out of its tissue wrapping. So shiny and new. I bite my lower lip in anticipation. As a quick side thought, I grab my egg and put it on to charge. We may have want of that later. I pop back downstairs, and into the loo. As soon as I lock the door, I go down on my knees on the bathroom carpet. I lower the lid of the toilet and lean over.

I take the butt plug in my right hand and reach between my legs and put the tip up to my ass. I push lightly as I did with the smaller one. Nope. Too tense. I need to relax. I close my eyes, I see myself, kneeling before you. It calms me. I feel the tension leave my body.

I hear your voice. ‘In slut’. There’s no question, no doubt. Just a pure statement. I push harder against my ass and feel it starting to stretch my asshole. Then, almost with a pop, it goes in to place. Oh holy God that feels so good. THAT’S what people mean by full. Oh man are we going to have fun with this, sir.

Not necessarily today, sir, but there is so much pleasure to be had. I walk out to the garage to start the next load of laundry. Every step, every movement. I am filled up. It moves with me but against me. Oh my. I don’t think I thought. Oh my, sir. My arousal skyrockets. My mind tips sideways as a flood of sensations assault my brain. Every slightest movement, shift of muscle. There it is, sir.

‘Oh my slave. If I'm going to be very busy over the next month, then we can take exactly this - the feeling of being full, being taken, being sexual, being wet all the time - and make you increasingly submissive while I’m away. ’

‘Oh, yes please, sir? Would you do that for me, please, sir? Make me submit more? Take me deeper? Own me more? Sir? Would you, please?’ I can hear the begging and pleading in my voice. Has this one simple thing, this plug in my ass so impacted my submission? Made me spiral? I don’t know, but I’m ready for this overwhelming need to submit to lead and for the rest of me to follow.

‘Of course I will, pet,’ he says as he smiles down at me. A profusion of thanks and gratitude tumble out of my mouth. I’m almost tripping over my words in my keenness to show him just how grateful I am. I sit down on the sofa with my dog next to me. I reach out to pet him. Oh my goodness. Just petting the dog. Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle. Oh, sir, I had no idea. This is mind boggling.

I can tell he is in a reminiscing mood as he asks me to run upstairs and grab a couple of quarters. Oh crap! Run? Upstairs? With this in? Ooooooh my. Now that is an unexpectedly pleasant feeling as the plug rocks with my each step. It pushes in deeper and shifts as i ascend each step. I know what the quarters are for. We’ve played this game before. He does love his games. Coming down the stairs astounds me by being a very different sensation than going up. This sensation is a revelation.

‘So, slut, you know what’s coming, yes? I think you are going to be begging for me to let you come.’ I whimper as I kneel before him and open up my palm to show him the two quarters. I know this game. I swallow hard as his foot starts tapping. That is not a good sign. I refocus on trying to produce the words rather than the shivers running down my spine.

’Yes, sir. Every five minutes while I rub and flick and pinch my clit, I am to flip both coins. If one is heads and the other is tails, I must keep playing with myself, but am not allowed to come. If I flip the coins and they are both heads, I am allowed to come. If you are feeling generous, then if both come out tails you will allow me to come. I may not come before either of those conditions are met, sir.’ I smile, pleased with myself but a blush also steals across my face. I know that when I’d played this game recently, he had me record me playing the game, getting ever more desperate. Dying, begging, pleading, making any promises I could think of but those quarters were not my friends. They deprived me at every turn, and I know he still has that recording, reminding me of my desperation. Granted, that was without a plug in my ass. I hope the quarters are feeling kind.

’Now, for me, I want you to memorise what you feel right now, in this moment. I want to be able to put you back here whenever I desire. This is a place inside you that you can always return to. Do you understand?’

I lower my eyes. ‘Yes, sir. It has made me feel very submissive, sir. Very owned. And I feel as if I am serving you. Just by being.I will do my best to remember it, sir, to keep in firm in my mind so that I can recall it when needed. It feels so very safe, sir. It comforts me and I hold no fear, sir. Thank you for giving me this place, sir.’ As I move to sit down, I tilt my hips. Ooooooh my. Now that is good. I can’t help the small mewling sounds the slip from between my lips.

‘What a filthy slut you are,’ his tone is a taunt, but I can’t deny it. I don’t want to deny it.

‘I am a filthy slut, sir. Luckily, I’m your filthy fucking slut, sir.’

’He’ll yes you are.’ He smiles at me. He’s as pleased as I am with that state of affairs.

Just as I settle in comfortably, the timer goes off. It’s time to change over the laundry loads. Each step, the plus shifts, rubbing me, arousing me. I can feel my cunt start to get wet. As I bring the laundry in and begin to fold the clothes, I accidentally drop a shirt to the floor. A new lesson learned. When filled, do not bend directly over to collect the item of laundry you dropped on the floor. Ohhh my, sir. It does make me wonder. If sir wasn’t so busy working at the moment, would he grab the laundry and scatter it all around the floor, making me go around and collecting each individual piece of clothing. You’d enjoy that game, I’m sure. You’d also enjoy the scene of when I bend over, you‘l be able to see the big gaudy jewel that is the handle of the butt plug. Yes, I think you just might do that. I think maybe I’m thankful you had to work after all. I put the clothes away in an introspective mood.

I sit back in the recliner again. Crossing your legs while sitting is a new experience as well, sir. I think you’d like to see this. The pure distraction, near agitation of the fullness inside me, sir. Thinking of you. You, doing this to me. You, enjoying this moment. Taking whatever I can offer in the moments you can snatch free. You, knowing I’m doing this for you while you work hard. I’m fortunate to be so used, sir. I thank you, sir.

’Good slut. I would fuck you all the time while you do chores. I'd get my chores done and my dick wet...and you’d be in heaven.

‘I would, sir. I’d be begging for even more chores to do for you, sir. Wanting and waiting until you want to fuck me. Maybe only a few good strokes, sir, leaving me wanting more. Hoping that maybe you‘d reward me when all the chores are done, sir. Knowing any moment you wished, you could come and use me. Mouth, cunt, tits, ass. All yours to take and use at your pleasure, sir.’

‘This is what you were made for. My personal submissive housewife.’ A smile spreads across his face. He is well pleased with himself, and I think also with me.

I’d roam the flat naked, searching out tasks. All the while hoping, wishing, sir, that you might have need of me. Use of me, sir. Indeed, sir. It is what I was made for. It feels right. It feels like…home, sir. I would have never thought, sir, that I could see myself, walking around naked, feeling no shame at how I look. But right now, I don’t. It’s your body. You wish to see it. Maybe to show it. It is yours, sir. Oh god, sir, I can see it all, now, clear as day, sir. My service to you. My handing myself completely over to you, sir. The day to day tasks, the time of quiet while you work, the time when you use me or order me. It’s all yours, sir, totally completely. Oh goodness, sir, it’s breathtakingly beautiful. Oh, sir. Oh my. I can’t stop myself as I slide deeper into my submission, further than I‘ve ever gone before.

‘Now you can feel it. Now you can see how we'd make your whole day around what you are.’ He smiles contentedly at me. This revelation of myself, at my core, pleases him. It releases me.

’Yes, yes sir, I can. I’ve never before. Not so wholly sir, but, I can and it’s just…overwhelming. All encompassing sir. Oh my, sir. Just, oh my. I can’t still my heart, sir, it’s beating out of my chest, sir. My very breath is yours, sir. You could stand before me, sir, see the pulse throbbing away on my neck. Visible to you, sir. If you so wished, you could reach out and stop that pulse with a snatch of your hand around my neck. My life in your hands, sir. Keep, extinguish. It’s yours, sir. I am sitting in a haze of submissiveness. If it seems that my state of mind is slowly bleeding away, I clench my muscles around the butt plug and my head goes straight back. There, before you, sir. All of my walls tumble down around me, and I stand there naked to him, all that I am revealed in its purest form.

‘Is it so wrong, sir, if I don’t want to play the quarters game. If I’d rather languish in this near perfect subspace? I do not think I have ever felt so submissive. So given as now, sir.’

‘So mine. Be in this subspace. You could come for me in a breath. You could be calm, forever.’ I nod my head numbly. I could and I would. ‘My dear slut, what do you need before bed?’

‘Tonight, sir? May I just float this evening, please, sir. To enjoy and memorise this near perfect stillness, please, sir. To feel you so close to me, I can feel your breath on my neck, sir. Submitting, giving, accepting, sir.’

‘Float for me slave. Being mine.’

’Yes, sir, yours.’