Date: Wed, 18 Feb 2015 12:41:50 -0500
From: Nycjohnny44 <nycjohnny44@aol.com>
Subject: Twelve Days of Domination 11

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Twelve Days of Domination-11


	I think it was the first time I'd woken up before Daniel and I just
wanted to see him sleeping. There are two times in our lives when we are
most vulnerable, most exposed. The first is during sex. Even a Dominant is
exposed during sex. Our desires, the deepest, darkest parts are betrayed
but the narrowing of our eyes, the growls that are born and die in our
throats, the involuntary curl of our fingers and toes, the way a hard cock
gives an extra jump of attraction.

	The other time is when we sleep. We trust the person with us won't
harm us, that they won't take advantage of our bodies. We're splayed out
across the bed, dreaming of flying or of floating in the ocean, eyes
closed, senses dulled.

	I watched him breathe in and out, on his back, his face turned
towards mine and his mouth open. The dark hair on his cheeks and chin
intrigued me. I watched the slow rise and fall of his stomach just above
the white of the sheet. He made a soft noise and it made me smile. Somehow,
seeing him so vulnerable made me smile, made me feel my own disadvantage to
him less keenly. I stared at the dark curl of hair in his armpit and the
thin, fine hair of the back of his hand. He coughed and I could feel his
legs stretch out.

	He looked at me and smiled. "Good morning, puppy. Did you sleep
well?" I nodded and his hand reached out to cup my chin and scratch along
my jaw. "Good. You go into the kitchen and put some coffee on. The filters
are in the cabinet to the right of the sink, but first bring me the
paper. It should be right outside the door." I hopped out of the bed and
went to get his paper. I returned to the bedroom and he was already dozing
again, lost in that haze between sleep and awareness. I left the paper on
the nightstand and quietly went to the kitchen.

	I found the filters and the coffee and started the coffee
maker. There were some dishes in the sink, so I cleaned them and left them
in the drainer to dry. I realized I didn't know if he wanted sugar or milk
in his coffee, so I found a small container that I could put some milk in
and a small glass that I spooned a bit of sugar inside. I took a plate from
the other cabinet and piled the containers on it, placing the coffee cup
carefully in the middle. I went back into the bedroom and he was sitting up
in bed reading the front page. He smiled when he saw my makeshift tray and
moved his phone out of the way so I could place it on the bedside table.

	He'd thrown on a pair of boxer shorts and socks and was lying on
top of the bed spread now. He was wearing a pair of dark rimmed glasses and
I noted he put a tiny bit of sugar and a large pour of milk in his
coffee. He Looked up at me for a second.

	"Rub my feet, puppy." I went to the edge of the bed and took one of
his feet in both hands, carefully kneading it. He continued to read and sip
his coffee and while he wasn't watching me, I felt as if I was staring at
him with every ounce of attention. I moved to his other foot and kept my
eyes on him. He read slowly and deliberately flipping back forth between
the pages to finish each article that interested him.  He set aside the
first section and continued to drink his coffee, but he turned his gaze to
me. He met my eyes and looked at me intently. HIs attention was almost
overwhelming and I blushed red and looked away, feeling my neck get hot. He
laughed. "You only look at me when I'm not looking at you, puppy. Why is
that?"

	I shrugged and kept massaging him, now looking at the soles of his
feet. "I like it when you look at me. I like when you study me. It's like
you want to, I don't know, burn an image of me into your brain. You should
know me. You should know what my body looks like. You should know how I
react to you when you're touching me. You should see how my body moves when
I'm especially enjoying something you do." I looked up at him and he smiled
again.  He crossed his fingers together and rested his hands on his
stomach. Closing his eyes, he let his head lean back and just enjoyed the
feeling of my hands on him.  I looked at him while his eyes were closed and
studied what I could. I was fascinated by the way his socks bunched around
his calves, the way the color of the hair on his legs was a shade lighter
than that on his chest. I sighed, so happy and content at the moment, that
I teared up, knowing it wouldn't last.

	I kept massaging and he giggled a little when I hit a tender
spot. After, I would guess, about twenty minutes, he pulled his feet away
and looked down at me. "How about a hot shower, pup?" He stood up and
dropped his shorts and pulled off his socks. He went into the bathroom and
I followed. I went to grab the handle to turn on the water, but he grabbed
my hand. "Get in." I stepped inside the tub and when he pointed to the
ground, I knelt in front of him. Daniel held his cock in front of me and
let loose a stream of piss. It soaked my chest and I shut my eyes, afraid
it would splatter. "Keep your eyes open," he snapped. "Look at me!" I don't
know if he meant his voice to be that sharp, but it startled me and I
stared at him. He looked back at me, soaking my body in his piss. He didn't
hit my eyes, but I could tell he was tempted. "Open your mouth, puppy." I
opened and he aimed directly for my mouth. "Just keep it in your mouth and
leave it in there. Don't swallow it."

	The stream lost some of its intensity and trickled off. He looked
at me and I could feel a bit of the urine trickle out of mouth and down my
chin. " Now you can swallow." He watched my face as I pulled the piss down
my throat. I couldn't help making a face as the salty liquid went down my
throat. He smiled at my discomfort. "Do you see the problem, puppy?" I
wasn't sure what to say or do, until I looked down at his cock and saw a
drop of piss on the tip. I leaned forward and licked the head of his shaft,
swallowing the last of his piss. He looked down at me when I pulled away
and arched an eyebrow over the frame of his glasses. He held on to the base
of his cock and I leaned forward to take it in my mouth. He put his hands
on his hips and I tried to look up at him as he hardened in my mouth. He
moaned. When I moved my hands to grab ahold of his cock, he spoke calmly
but sternly. "You don't need hands to give a blowjob. I shouldn't ever have
to repeat that." I moved my hands down to brace myself on the edge of the
tub and pushed my head forward, moving swiftly up and down his shaft,
feeling the head of his cock against the back of my throat. "Slow down,
pup. Savor it. Enjoy the feeling of me getting harder in your mouth." I
sucked him deeply and went down only about half way, nursing him gently,
taking another inch every few moments until his pubic hais was tickling my
nose. He moaned again and sighed. I pulled back slightly, letting my tounge
run along his cock.

	"Do that again."

	I inhaled deeply so I could take all of him again and I held back
when my body tried to choke. It took me a minute but finally he was all the
way in, and when I pulled back I swirled my tounge all the way around
him. He exhaled and I slipped the very tip of my tounge into his piss slit,
licking it as best I could.

	He pumped into me slowly and I took the time to inhale his
scent. He smelled so powerful. Not that the scent was bad in any way or
overwhelming. Just that he was powerful. He smelled like a man who could
walk into a room and take charge. HIs heavy breathing and the sound of my
slurping filled the small room. The acoustics of the bathroom magnifying
them and they echoed in my ears. He took his time; each time he was close
to orgasm, I could feel him pull out of my mouth and wait until he calmed
down. My jaw ached and each time he pulled out completely I chewed
silently, hoping to not cramp.  When he pulled out, I studied his cock,
each line, each vein, the color of the pink head against the pale skin of
the shaft.

	He pushed in all the way and held the back of my head, keeping his
cock inside of me until I chocked and gagged and saliva came out of my
mouth, getting caught in his pubic hair.  He took his hand off my head and
I fell back on my knees coughing. In a second, though, I was back on his
cock, almost diving on it, needing to feel it inside me. I didn't want to
see the look in his eyes, not knowing if he was proud of me or horrified by
my need.

	He didn't warn me. He just came in my mouth, filling me with his
semen, gently pumping in and out. He sighed and I felt his hand on the top
if my head, just resting there.

	"That felt nice, puppy." He pulled out of my mouth and stepped
back. "I'm going to go out for a little bit. I want you to shower and then
clean the kitchen. Supplies are under the sink. If you need to piss, you
can use the dog pad in the kitchen. If you get done with the kitchen, you
can fold my laundry. You'll be okay for a couple of hours right?" I nodded
and he walked back into the bedroom, while I turned on the shower. I
showered quickly, not wanting to waste any time and by the time I was
towelled dry, he was out the door and gone, the apartment strangely quiet
and empty without him.

	I went to the kitchen and started on the floor. The room wasn't
big, but cleaning properly, like my mother taught, always took me
awhile. If I was at home, I'd have put some music on, or played a DVD in
the background and the silence surrounded me. It felt slightly oppressive
but I wanted to do a good job. As I scrubbed, I tried to think if what I
wanted to avoid was punishment or disappointing Daniel. I didn't want to
not smell him again, not feel him inside me again, but if he didn't like
the job I did, I thought a part of me would die inside. I hated when he
snapped at me and I hoped that I wasn't doing my best just to avoid a
spanking. I moved the chairs and tables, but decided against trying to
shift the fridge on my own. I would let him know that, so if he wanted he
could get Alex to help me. I put everything back and grabbed another rag to
work on the counter tops. By the time I got to washing his coffee cup and
scrubbing the coffee pot and sink, an hour had gone by and I had to piss. I
knelt down, almost going before I remembered to grab a paper towel. I knelt
again and this time managed to get only a few drops on my legs. There was
something vaguely perverse about pissing in a pad on the kitchen floor in
another man's apartment. I wiped off and went back into his bedroom to pull
his laundry out.

	I dumped it all on the bed and started with his t-shirts so they
wouldn't wrinkle. I guessed he'd washed his dirty clothes last night before
I came over. I picked up a shirt and held it to my face. It smelled just
slightly of him, as if a small part of him couldn't be washed away by the
water and detergent. I inhaled and then forced myself to fold it carefully
because I didn't want Daniel to come home and find me standing in his
bedroom with a t-shirt attached to my face. I kept folding until I was done
with the shirts and then moved on to his underwear. A pair of his boxers
was turned inside out and I carefully put them right side out and folded
them. I finished with his boxers and then his briefs and boxer briefs. I
took them carefully and put them away. It took me a minute to find the
right drawer and I almost stopped myself. He'd only told me to fold them,
not put them away and I wondered if he'd be angry that I hadn't followed
his instructions to the letter. I started to second guess my own instincts
and by the time I heard Daniel's key in the door, I felt sweat trickling
down my back and sides.

	"Puppy! I'm back. I brought you a treat." I heard him coming down
the hall and by the time he came into the bedroom, Daniel found me standing
in the middle of the room with a pile of his underwear in my hands and
tears running down my face. "Pup, are you all right? What happened?"

	He put a bag on the floor and took the underwear from my hands,
tossing it on the bed. I told him how I wasn't sure what I should have done
and I started crying harder when I told him how I didn't want to disappoint
him and I hadn't moved the fridge and he chuckled slightly as he pulled me
closer.

	"Oh, puppy. That's okay. It's okay." He held my face in his hands
and the window was reflected in his glasses. "I don't want you to be
paralyzed by fear. If you'd jerked off, I'd have been angry, but if you
want to help out more by putting away my laundry, I'm fine with that.  I
don't want a robot. I want a man who will be able to carry on a
conversation. I want a man who'll know what I want even before I do." He
kissed my forehead. "Why don't you finish putting away my clothes and then
bring the paper into the living room."

	He squeezed my hand gently and walked back into the other room. I
put his laundry away and went quickly to the bathroom where I blew my nose
and tried to make my eyes look less red.

	When I went to the living room he was sitting on the couch,
flipping through the TV channels and he had breakfast on the table. Bagels
and croissants and orange juice. I choked back a few tears of
gratitude. "Hungry, pup?" I went to the couch and sat on the floor between
his legs. He hooked one of his knees over my shoulder and leaned over to
smile at me from above.  "Have what you want. We'll relax for a bit today
and then maybe go out tonight."

	I hadn't realized how hungry I was and I ate more than I would have
if I were home. He flipped through the channels and ended up going back and
forth between a football game and an old movie with Rosliand Russell. I
relaxed my head against his thigh and nuzzled against it smelling him. He
put his other leg over my other shoulder and I wrapped my forearms around
his calves. He smelled so good and I twisted because I wanted to sniff his
crotch.

	He laughed when he watched me try to turn around and pulled his
legs closer to the couch. I couldn't get any leverage and he trapped me
there with his legs over my shoulders and my arms around his calves,
pinning me to the couch. "What's wrong, puppy? I want you to sniff
me. Right between my legs. Come on. You can do it." I twisted and turned,
but he held me there and as frustrated as I was, I joined in when he
laughed again. "I'll let you out, if you promise me something." I agreed
and he let me out. I turned around, still on my knees and put my face in
his crotch, inhaling deeply. "I want you to fuck me."

	That surprised me and I nodded, not sure if I could last very long,
because I hadn't cum in six days. He led me into the bedroom, dropping his
clothes on the floor as he walked. He laid out on the bed, and laced his
hands behind his head. "I want you to fuck my hole with your tounge,
puppy. Get your face between my cheeks. I want to see how you fuck me." He
put his knees on my shoulders and I didn't hesitate as I dove between his
legs. I twisted my face so I could get better access. I started by tounging
the outside of his hole, the hair tickling me. "Get in there." I stiffened
my tounge and pushed it inside of him. He moaned as I tried to think of
words to describe how the inside of his hole felt on the tip of my tounge.
I tried to form a seal around his ass with my lips as I pushed inside. He
moaned and I felt him clamp down, pushing my tounge out. "Nice." He kept me
there for some time. As so often when I was with him, I had no concept of
time and so I could only go by the way my jaw began to ache.

	 He pulled my face out of his ass and flipped over on the bed, so
he was now on his stomach. "This will give you better access to me,pup. You
can use your hands." It was easier this way. I was half off the bed, but I
was able to lean over and used my hands to pry his cheeks apart. I looked
at his hole for a minute. There was some hair around it, but it was slick
from my spit. I pushed my face into him and carefully loosened his hole as
much as I could so I could push my tounge into him.

	He was wiggling his ass, grinding it into my face. "Kiss it. I want
to hear you give my hole a nice big kiss." I puckered my lips and kissed
loudly, as if I were imitating a bad movie kiss. "Again, puppy." I kissed
him again and again and again. He pushed my head away and rolled over, his
cock as hard as I'd ever seen it. He sat up and grabbed my hair, pulling me
fully onto the bed and placing me on my back. He grabbed a condom and put
it on, shoving some lube into my hand and telling me to get ready. By the
time he had the condom unwrapped and rolled on, I had my legs in the air,
and he rested my legs on his shoulders, pushing into me. He went about half
way and began pumping, each thrust pushing him deeper. I think it took
maybe four strokes before I could feel his pubes tickling my ass and his
balls slapping on my ass. I t didn't take him too long, before I could hear
his breath increasing. He reached down and I felt his hand on my throat
squeezing it, slowly stopping my breath. He pushed deeper and faster and
his hand tightened on my neck. I couldn't inhale and oxygen and I felt my
hands involuntarily slap at his wrists. He loosened his grip and I sucked
in three deep breaths before he started choking me again; he watched my
arms flail as my mind tried to not fight it, but my body grabbed his
wrist. He pulled my hand away, and took his dick out of me. Ripping off the
condom, he shifted his body and moved up my body, stroking until he
exploded.

	The first shots landed on my face and neck and his body shook on
top of mine, his ass rubbing on my torso. He collpased on top of me, and
slowly recovered. He rolled over and pulled me on top of him. "Do you want
to rub on my leg, puppy?" HIs voice was raspy and deeper than usual. "Is
that what you want? Want to hump your owner's leg?" I started rubbing my
hard cock on him. He didn't insult me or humiliate me, but he kept up a
stream of talk, letting me know I was his. Not having cum in so many days,
it didn't take me long and I shot a huge load on his strong, hairy
thigh. He laughed as I regained control of my own body. He took my head and
pushed down until my face was at his thigh. I stuck out my tounge, but he
looked at me. "No, puppy. I want to see your face covered in it, and he
rubbed my face into my own ejaculate, cleaning himself up with my hair and
skin. "Go look at yourself."

	I stood up, looking in the mirror and he came up behind me. "That's
what a good pup looks like. You look more beautiful than ever when you have
both our orgasms on your face. He kissed the top of my head. "Stand there
and let it dry." I could hear him go into the bathroom and start the
shower, while I stood, naked and vulnerable staring at my own reflection.