_This is a little long — ctrl+f “START SCENE” if you want to skip the intro!_
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It started with trying to suck my girlfriend’s toes.
I’d picked up toe-sucking from an experience with a different play partner last fall, and wanted to do the same to my girlfriend. But her feet are super ticklish, and she’d warned that if I tried she was likely to kick me in the face — not even as a threat, but just as an honest assessment of what her body’s reflex was likely to be. I’d bring it up periodically to re-gauge her interest, and each time she’d be a little more curious but not yet ready to try it. I wouldn’t describe myself as being particularly into feet; I mostly just wanted to share how interesting the sensations were with her! (Seriously though, if you haven’t had your big toe sucked like someone would suck a dick, you’re missing out.)
One night, we were brainstorming sexy ideas to do during quarantine, and she suggested that she might be more into otherwise “meh” ideas if she were domming me — that the hotness from _making_ me suck her toes might outweigh her other feelings about it. (This applied to other ideas too: pegging, eating ass, etc.) We pulled on this thread for a bit: what if I spent a whole night just _worshipping_ her body? Massaging her feet, kissing her legs, eating her out, rubbing her scalp… which quickly expanded into an idea to spend the whole night serving her in different ways. I could make dinner and cocktails, give her body lots of attention, and generally be at her beck and call for the night. I got turned on just imagining how this night could go, and we were both excited to plan this for later. We picked a night and I started planning.
A little bit about us before I go on:
* I’m 29, a queer-af dude, 5’11, skinny, curly pink hair
* She’s 28, 5’8”, with a bright pink quarantine buzz-cut, thin but curvy and a grabbable ass. She looks kinda like a young Julia Roberts, particularly the big lips and smile.
* We both live alone, so we’ve combined our homes in a “quarantine bubble” together right now.
Our dynamic is usually very high-energy and chatty! Our typical date night is spending an evening stoned and talking for hours before fucking and then bedtime. It’s rare for us to sit in silence together, we’ve never really planned out a “scene” together before, and neither of us ever “command” each other, so I had no idea what this was going to feel like. But we’re pretty sexually adventurous as a baseline — we first met in an orgy, where we’d fucked before we’d even had a conversation — so I wasn’t nervous, but excited to try something new and unknown!
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The night of, we met up at my place to start. We caught up, talked through the emotional shit we’ve worked through the last few days, snuggled a bit, and then got into details of the night’s planning.
I was to draw her a bath, make her a drink, set her up to get relaxed, and while she was enjoying that I’d make our dinner. She’d get to eat first, with me waiting on her. I was expected to give her body lots of attention, both sexually and otherwise. I was to refer to her as “Princess” all night, and I wasn’t allowed to converse with her — I’d speak only when offering things to her, answering her questions, or asking her permission. I wasn’t to check my phone, or to do anything for myself really. The whole time, I could only wear at most an apron. And finally, we agreed on midnight as a “check-in time” where either of us could end the scene.
I packed some bags with stuff for food and drinks, and we headed to her place to get started!
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As soon as we walked through the door, I went to her bedroom, stripped naked, put on an apron, and was now in service of my Princess. I took a minute to let everything else fall away mentally, so I could focus on the tasks at hand.
She told me to start drawing her a bath, then told me where her bath bombs and lavender leaves were. I started filling the tub and set up some tea light candles for ambiance. I went to the kitchen while the bath filled to make her a strawberry margarita and to start setting up for making dinner. A few minutes later: “Princess, your bath is ready.” As she entered the bath, she asked for a joint, so I hurried back to the living room to grind some weed and prep one for her.
Once she was settled in the bathtub, I went back to the kitchen to start on dinner: chicken fajitas! I made my favorite Mexican dry rub, coated some chicken breasts, and started cooking them on the stovetop. I’d just started cleaning up the raw-chicken mess when I heard her call my name, and hurried to the bathroom. “Yes, princess?” “I’d like you to wash my back.” My hands were still covered in chicken juice. “Yes, one moment.” I rushed back to the kitchen, washed my hands, turned the stove down enough to buy myself some time, and hurried back to the bathtub. I lathered up some soap and started rubbing her back, and quickly realized I needed to slow down: I was still in “cooking mode”, trying to quickly get things done, but this task needed a slow, deliberate, attentive touch. I slowed down, pressing my hands across her shoulders, then her back, massaging the soap in, rubbing her muscles. I took a minute to rub her arm, too, slowly working from her shoulder, down her bicep, her forearm, finally interlacing my fingers with hers — and then repeating with the other arm. I got so turned on by touching her body, but with only an apron on, my erection stuck straight out and started lifting the apron; she noticed and briefly brushed her hand against it with a sly smile.
She told me I did good, and asked if I’d like some weed. “Yes, princess, I’d like that.” She took a drag from the joint, pulled my head in for a kiss, then breathed the smoke into my mouth. I inhaled and the weed hit me in seconds. She asked if I’d like some more. “Yes.” “Yes, what?” “Yes please, princess.” She gave me another hit the same way — sparks are flying between our lips, my body feels tingly. “Would you like some more?” “Yes, please.” “No. Go back to making dinner.” “Yes, princess.”, and I headed back to the kitchen.
As dinner neared completion, I stopped back in the bathroom. “Dinner will be ready in about 5 minutes, princess.” She stopped me — “oh, but I’d like you to put lotion all over my body after I get out of the bath.” Hmm, a logistical problem: “The food might get cold, does that affect what you want to do?” “Well, I don’t want my food to be cold.” “Alright, I’ll figure it out.” I headed back to the kitchen and threw everything into the oven to hold it warm. Everything must be perfect for her!
I went back to get her out of the bath. She stood up and told me to dry her off, so I grabbed her towel and started pressing it against her body, slowly patting and rubbing to gently dry her. She laid face down on the bed, and I started massaging lotion into her body, working from her shoulders, down to her butt, down each leg. As I came back up to lotion her arm, she whispered, “go slower”. I adjusted as directed, wanting to give her the slow, relaxing experience she clearly wanted, trying to push away thoughts of worrying this delay might accidentally dry out the food in the oven. I asked her to turn over, and gave her the same treatment on this side — her chest, down to her hips, all the way down to her feet. She pulled me in for another kiss as reward for my work, and back to the kitchen I went.
I made her another cocktail, finished getting her dinner ready, and brought it out to her on her couch. I knew she would eat before I did, with me waiting on her. She turned on the TV, put on some Star Trek (TNG), and told me to be a table for her. I got on my hands and knees and tried to hold my back straight while she used it as a platform for her plate. She made this harder for me, asking me to hand her various things from the coffee table while keeping her plate level on my back. (side note: I don’t think being human furniture is the kink for me! But it was a fun, unexpected thing to try in the moment.) She talked at me about the food, about what she was watching — none of it an opportunity for me to participate in conversation, only to murmur agreement with anything she said. When she asked me to hand her the sour cream, and started raving about how great of a topping it is (an inside joke: I can’t stand sour cream, and she loves giving me shit for it), she made me tell her that I actually love sour cream. Even our kinky scenes are silly.
After she finished, she gave me a chance to eat, still on the floor on my knees. I quickly ate my portion of food, asking for water, too, then asked permission to clean up. As I put things away in the kitchen, I ate a couple more chips from the bag, then froze — was this even allowed? It felt like doing too much for myself. I finished cleaning the kitchen, then the bathtub from her bath per her direction, and finally returned to attending to her. “Sit.”, she said, pointing to the floor in front of the couch.
I started rubbing her calves with my hands, working down to rubbing her feet, and back up again. I asked if I could kiss her feet, then started gently pressing my lips on the tops and sides of her feet while I kept rubbing. Finally: “can I suck your toes, princess?”. She nodded. I sucked on her big toe while my hands kept massaging, then her next two toes. She let out a gentle moan, and I hoped she was enjoying this. Mostly I was just happy she didn’t yank her legs away in reflex.
While I’d give one of her legs attention, she started pushing her other foot into my crotch. She would press her toes against the head of my dick, gently rubbing, a soft tease of attention. I’d never had someone’s foot on my dick, and it felt better than I’d thought it would.
This went on for awhile: while she kept watching TV, I continued giving attention to her feet and her legs, until I asked if I could eat her out. She scooted closer to the front of the couch, and in I went, licking and tasting her and turning off any other thoughts. I went through the motions again and again: licking up and down, flicking my tongue across her clit, sucking on her clit, giving her so much attention and pleasure. I lost track of time, I don’t know whether this went on for five minutes or fifteen, but I kept licking until she asked for a break. I sat next to her for a moment and went back to rubbing her feet and legs, her other foot rubbing against my crotch once again. While I did this, my eyes drifted to what was playing on the TV, only to hear her say “no! eyes on me, look where you’re rubbing”. I apologized and continued.
She turned to me and told me she’d like me to suck her dick — which I knew to mean her strapon. I ran to her bedroom to get it: a harness that’s a sort of stretchy underwear with an o-ring, with a purple dildo mounted inside. She put it on and immediately pushed me back down to the floor. I licked the dildo up and down to warm up, then started sucking it. I pretty quickly found how deep I can take it (not very), and was hitting it against what felt like the back of my throat, or at least as far as I could get it without gagging. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and guided me, keeping my head bobbing up and down on her dick, hitting as far back as I can go again and again. I kept this up as long as I could.
She pulled my head off her dick, tilted my head upwards, took another hit from the joint and leaned forward to kiss me. She put her arm around my head, cradling the base of my head in the crook of her arm. It felt like she could snap my neck if she wanted to. I melted, feeling vulnerable and fully in her control, and noticing all the other constant threads in my brain were stopped. I had fallen deep down into subspace but had only, just this moment, realized it. I looked up at her: “you know I’d say yes to pretty much anything right now?” “Yes. I’m counting on it.” I felt chills.
Finally, she said she wanted to relocate to the bedroom, and I followed her back there. She laid down on the bed, legs splayed out, and told me to keep going down on her. I dove in, laying face down with my legs hanging off the foot of the bed, mouth glued to her pussy. My tongue was getting tired, but I knew that wasn’t an excuse tonight, and I needed to keep going.
She told me to flip over and take her spot further up the bed, and then climbed on top of my face. She sank into my mouth; my nose and mouth were buried in her pussy, gravity doing extra work in pushing her clit into my tongue. I struggled to breathe, but knew I had to just keep going. After a bit of this, she flipped around to 69 with me, pushing her pussy back into my mouth. She slowly rotated her hips up and down, sending my tongue all the way from her clit to the back of her pussy, nearly tonguing her asshole (but juuuust out of reach), and back to her clit again.
Meanwhile, her head was by my cock, but with no contact — just a sense of her warm breath on my cock. I was so turned on by this whole night so far, with so little direct attention, I started to wonder if I would come just from her breathing on me. She started to give me the tiniest licks — or was she not even licking, but just touching the tip of her tongue to the ridge of my head? My body’s sensitivity was off the charts and I couldn’t even tell. All I know is it would be a stretch to call what she was doing a blowjob — just the faintest tease of one.
She finally wanted to fuck. She told me to slide up and sit up, so she could ride me while she held onto the windowsill above the bed. “Don’t you dare come.” She straddled my legs and started riding, bouncing up and down on my cock. I was already so tense, and this is one of the hardest positions for me not to come in. I started cycling through the mental list of things to delay that orgasm, and man was it tough. She grabbed the Magic Wand off her side table and jammed it between our bodies, pushing the handle into my hands. I grabbed it by the vibrating head so I could press it harder into her clit, and held it steady there as her tension started to seriously build, all the while still trying my damnedest not to come. I started toying with the wand’s intensity: turning it up for just a second, then immediately back down, slowly shifting the intensity upwards. She finally started building to her orgasm — her legs started shaking, her eyes rolled back into her head, her rhythm became erratic and then completely derailed, and she came, convulsing for a few moments on top of my body before she pushed the wand away and went limp.
After she came back down to earth, I asked if I could fuck her more. She said yes, so I flipped her over and started fucking her from on top. She told me I still have to ask permission to come, and that I’d better ask before the point of no return, but no sooner. At this point, that’s almost immediate — she said I could continue, but told me I’d have to ask _again_ when I’m about to release, to ask if I can actually come in her or have to pull out and ruin it. This drives me wild; I love/hate not knowing what’s going to happen, but at this point it was too late to care, I was thrusting away and out of control. I reached the point, “can I come?”, and she moaned back “yes, please don’t stop fucking me.” I emptied myself inside her, the tension from the entire night released in one final orgasm. I collapsed on top of her.
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We spent the rest of the night cuddling, holding each other, talking about how hot it all was and revisiting specific moments. We talked about other things we could incorporate into this in the future: pegging near the top of the list. She told me she noticed me eating chips in the kitchen and almost called me on it — but also wanted to make sure I genuinely had enough to eat. I felt safe and loved and fell asleep so quickly.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gqlvwk/the_night_i_spent_as_my_girlfriends_service_sub