The Ritualist The first thing he always made her do was suck his thumb. There was something ritualis
The Ritualist The first thing he always made her do was suck his thumb. There was something ritualistic about it, almost like the grooves of a riverbed, a path of least resistance to get her where he wanted her to be. Controlled, submissive, happy. She would suckle, slow at first, then her tongue would move a little, before it would turn more than a little vigorous. After a minute, he’d slide it clear of her lips, before pressing the pad of his thumb down on her bottom lip, gently depressing it as he looked at her with a smile. It was a moment to savour, when she looked a little out of it, half drunk on the presence of him, and not entirely aware. He could bring her back with a sudden movement or a spoken word, see the life suddenly surge back into her eyes, but right now she was the snake under the charmers spell, swaying slightly to the merry tune he was playing. Where it went from there varied depending on his mood an inclination. Sometimes he would spank her, sometimes he would tie her down and tease her to the point of madness. Usually a mixture of the two, or some new fancy that had taken his attention that week. But it always started like this, that one constant in a sea of new experiences. It grounded him, and in turn her, left it feeling familiar when everything around them was more than a little alien. Once, she’d asked him why he did it. Not necessarily the thinking behind it, but why that specific action, the thumb in her mouth. For a moment, it had taken him by surprise, as if the reasoning was as clear as day. He’d moved to speak it, answer her as succinctly as he expected the answer to be, but… it was not forthcoming. “I’m.. not sure.” He smiled, frowned, and tilted his head slightly. “It’s all mixed up in the connotations; not only are you sucking my thumb, accepting a part of me in such an intimate way, you’re also sucking a thumb, regressing back into something a little less of an independent adult.” The frown eased away, and he shrugged. “I think that’s the long and short of it.” The answer seemed to work, and she settled back down. -- source link
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