#MasturbationMonday: Serving Sire (And Bonus Recipes!)


“What a galloping clusterfuck,” Sean said as he bolted the door behind him with a bit more force than was strictly necessary. He leaned his forehead and one hand against the door for a long moment, breathed in and out deeply three times and then turned to face Miranda. She knelt with her heels pressed to her buttocks, nude but for a slender silver chain circling her slender waist and resting on the generous bench of her hips. Her short, pixie-cut hair fell across one eye in a Veronica Lake look, emphasizing the soft, sweet bow of her lips.

“And how was your day, girl?” He took two steps forward and stopped, hands on his hips. She knew the ritual, and on a day like today, he had every confidence she would not dare to test his tolerance or patience.

Miranda uncoiled her frame from the silk cushion on which she knelt and crawled the three feet separating them on her knees and elbows, her movements slow and lizardlike. As she slinked across the floor almost on her belly, he admired the way her breasts moved, bobbing along with gravity’s pull. Positioning her face precisely over the polished toe of his right shoe, which she had meticulously spit-shined to a mirror finish, she planted a kiss on it before shifting position to address the left one with the same loving adoration.

“Girl’s day was fine, Sire,” she said. “Girl did the laundry, dusted, cleaned the bathroom, polished Sire’s boots, oiled Sire’s canes and spoke to Girl’s mother.”

“Anything else?” He sniffed the air, smiling as the warm, spicy aroma of one of his favorite dishes wafted toward him. He would have known that scent anywhere, just as he knew the feeling of Miranda’s lips and flesh pressing against his own, but protocol didn’t go away just because he’d had an ass casserole of a day.

“Yes, Sire. Girl made dinner. One of Sire’s favorites,” she added with a justifiable touch of pride. Tequila chicken tacos, his special recipe, were damnably tricky to get precisely right, but she had drilled with the recipe over and over again until she could do it in her sleep. “Did Sire have a good day?”

He shook his head. “No, girl, Sire’s day was an utter goddamn disaster. Two orders didn’t ship, one manager quit, another one got caught with their hand in the petty cash, one of the forklift operators decided to faceplant his rig…and I got to deal with all the fallout.”

She raised her eyes, shocked. “That’s a lot in one day.”

He smiled ruefully, deciding not to jump her ass for making eye contact or neglecting to append the honorific. She was absolutely right, and he didn’t blame her for being shocked. Before he could say anything, she asked, “How bad will the fallout be?”

His shoulders slumped. He was only forty-two, but today he felt sixty-two. The stress of his job had been steadily mounting for months, until some days he really felt like the best part of valor lay in cashing in his severance package and telling the whole damned company to go to Hell, take a hot coal and stick it crosswise up their collective rectum. “I don’t know yet, girl.” God, he sounded as tired as he felt. “It could blow over tomorrow or it could leave half the shipping division looking for new jobs by the time all the dominoes fall.” Scrubbing a hand across his face, he allowed himself a rare moment of vulnerability. “And I’m first on the chopping block if that happens.”

She gasped. “Sire, they wouldn’t dare fire Sire. He’s the best person they’ve got!” she snapped, her voice rising with every syllable, an unaccustomed, hot steel creeping across her soft, pinup-girl features.

Her obvious indignation and desire to defend him warmed his heart in a way he wasn’t at all used to. It was his task, his duty, his will to stand between her and the world, to take all the slings and arrows so she wouldn’t have to. The fierce set of her mouth and her belligerent attitude accorded ill with her submissive posture. She looked like a warrior queen, ferocious in her dignity and nude but far from naked.

It was moments like this which reminded Sean why he had claimed her as his own, and given her his heart in return.

She cast her eyes down.

“May girl ask a favor, Sire?”

“You may.”

“Girl wants to please Sire her way, if Sire will permit it.”

He raised an eyebrow. It had been a long time since she had made such a bold request of him. She was enthusiastic about just about everything and anything it might enter his head to do to, with or on her, bending to his desires without a whimper of protest and participating in even his darkest cravings with erotic abandon. Expressions of initiative came rarely from her, because she trusted him to give her what she needed in his own good time and way.

“Granted. What did you have in mind?”

For answer, she reached up with both hands and took his hips in a surprisingly firm grip, drawing him toward her. When he was close enough, she slid one hand to the fastener of his slacks and undid it, then ripped the zipper down. In moments, his limp cock swung free in front of her face.

“Thank you, Sire,” she said, and surged forward to bestow a series of gentle, loving kisses punctuated with delicate flicks and licks along the head and shaft of his manhood. In moments it began to stir and rise to full length and hardness under the soft warmth of her lips and tongue. She murmured appreciatively and opened her mouth, taking him all the way to the base before pulling back slowly, her eyes closing in sensual pleasure as she dragged her lips along his length.

He shuddered with pleasure as his slave knelt before him, sucking his cock like he shot Swiss chocolate instead of cum and she wanted every drop he could produce. He trailed his fingers through her soft hair and then gripped down, more to give his hands something to hold onto and for the tactile thrill of her fine strands sliding against his skin than to guide her in her efforts. Miranda’s cocksucking skills left nothing to be desired, and he was perfectly happy to let her drive once in a while.

As his cock firmed even more and his balls drew up tight against his groin in preparation for his release, she pulled back one last time, lingering over the head of his cock with reverential swirls and thrusts of her tongue as she went, until it popped loose of her mouth with an audible smacking sound. She favored him with a wicked little smile and lifted one hand to envelope his length, working his saliva-slickened flesh with formidable adroitness and drawing him closer to the edge.

“I’m going to cum, girl.”

She redoubled her efforts, her eyes frenzied and her face determined. “Yes, Sire. Girl wants to take your cum all over you just like the good little cocksucking whore she is.”

He groaned. “Here it comes…”

She scooted forward so his cock rested against her upper chest, just between and above the slope of her breasts. “Give it to girl, Sire!” She panted with passion, exertion and desire, her voice taking on a breathy, little-girl quality. “Your girl wants to please your hard cock. Let me, Sire. God, I love you so much!”

Her pleading, the sudden switch from submissive speech to that of a lover and the expert stroking she was administering all combined to push him over the edge. His balls tensed, quivered and released. He howled out his pleasure as he washed her neck, chest and breasts with spurt after spurt of his essence. She jacked him hard, milking him for all he was worth and gasping in delight with every fresh burst she was able to coax from his body.

Finally he gave up the last shot he had to give as the spurts became a dribble, and the dribble faded to nothing. Miranda leaned forward and took him in her mouth, lapping the remains of his passion off his cock. When she couldn’t taste anymore, she pulled away with a half-quizzical, half-amused look and held up her hand so he could see the pearly strings slipping downward. With a curiously feline look of delectation, she brought the cum-covered hand to her mouth and began to lick and suck her fingers clean, eyes closed and coos of rapture issuing from deep in her throat.

With her hand clean, she gathered up the remainder of his cum and lapped it up with zeal until not a single visible drop lingered. Then she sagged against him, pressing in close and nuzzling him like a puppy seeking its mother’s warmth. After a long moment, she looked up into his eyes.

“Is Sire hungry?”

He reached down with both hands, placed them under her armpits and lifted her to her feet. When she stood to full height, he brought his lips to hers, kissing her deeply, tasting the remnants of himself and the gentle liquor of her mouth combined into a heady elixir.

“Yes, girl. I’m hungry. Let’s eat.”

She turned to lead the way, so she could prepare his plate and then her own. It was one more way she showed her love and appreciation for him, an act of utter submission for which she knew she would be rewarded in his own time and way. As she started off, her buttocks flexed, exposing the puffy, moist flesh of her pussy. Unable to resist his suddenly devilish urge, and not really wanting to anyway, he reached down and slipped a finger into her heated depths. With a moan, she stopped dead in her tracks and leaned into his touch, angling her body so his finger struck the perfect spot inside her.

“Greedy little pet,” he chided mockingly, pulling his finger away so he could taste her nectar. “I just wanted to see what’s for dessert.”

She turned around and favored him with a saucy little grin.

“Girl made caramel cheesecake for Sire. Does Sire have a preference for how girl plates it?”

He broke into a full-throated, rolling laugh, the tension of the day evaporating in the face of his orgasm and this lovely, beautiful woman’s willingness to serve him.

“Sire does indeed,” he assured her, waving for her to lead the way.



Tequila chicken tacos!

Start with

  • 6 jalapenos (keep the seeds in)
  • 4 beefsteak tomatoes
  • 1 red onion
  • 1 yellow onion
  • 1/2 pkg fresh cilantro
  • 3 garlic cloves
  • salt to taste (I use about 4tbsp)
  • 3 large limes
  • 1 cup of Tres Generaciones tequila
  • Dice everything up except the lime, which we’re going to juice the shit out of, and the garlic, which we’re going to mince very finely. The juice, of course, goes into the mixture. HALF the mixture goes into the fridge to settle. It’s now pico de gallo. The rest goes into a pot on the stove and simmers over low heat with two more tomatoes for salsa!

Once the salsa is done, we’re going to halve the salsa. It goes in the fridge again overnight so the flavors can mellow and work on each other, but half is destined for the table as a condiment.

*Fake French accent: 16 hours lateerrrrrr…*

Heat half the salsa up in a frying pan and cut 1lb of boneless, skinless chicken breast into strips. Put the strips in the pan and stir frequently. The chicken is going to get pink as it cooks. That’s a good thing! It’s absorbing the salsa. We’re also going to add about 3/4 of a cup of tequila to really ramp up the flavor. When the chicken is firm against the tines of a fork and shows an even color throughout, it’s ready.

Serve over tortilla chips as nachos, as a chimichanga or taco. Top with grated pepper jack and cheddar cheese, salsa, pico de gallo and sour cream as preferred. Serve with sangria or a Riesling, or just an ice-cold beer.

Caramel Cheesecake (Click here to view original recipe)

TOTAL TIME: Prep: 25 min. + chilling Bake: 30 min. + cooling
MAKES: 16 servings


  • 2 cups crushed vanilla wafers (about 60 wafers)
  • 3 tablespoons sugar
  • 1/3 cup butter, melted
  • 3 packages (8 ounces each) cream cheese, softened
  • 1/2 cup sugar
  • 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 3 eggs
  • 1 package (14 ounces) caramels
  • 1 can (5 ounces) evaporated milk
  • 1 cup chopped walnuts


  • Preheat oven to 375°. In a small bowl, mix wafer crumbs and sugar; stir in butter. Press onto bottom and 3/4 in. up sides of a greased 10-in. springform pan.
  • In a large bowl, beat cream cheese and sugar until smooth. Beat in flour and vanilla. Add eggs; beat on low speed just until blended. Pour into prepared crust. Place pan on a baking sheet.
  • Bake 30-35 minutes or until center is almost set. Cool on a wire rack 10 minutes. Loosen sides from pan with a knife. Cool 1 hour longer. Refrigerate overnight, covering when completely cooled.
  • In a large heavy saucepan, melt caramels with milk over low heat; stir until smooth. Stir in walnuts. Cool to room temperature. Remove rim from springform pan. Serve cheesecake with caramel sauce. Yield: 16 servings.


4 thoughts on “#MasturbationMonday: Serving Sire (And Bonus Recipes!)

  1. I’m gonna have to share that recipe with the resident cook (not me, lol). And I love that she became fierce and protective of him. Even the best dominants forget what some of us are made of (and it’s primarily steel). 🙂

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  2. Thank you so much, Kayla. 🙂 It was fun to show the other side of submission. And you’re right…being a good submissive requires sterner stuff than a lot of people realize!


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