*Don’t do it yet.*
Her words rang through my ears as I sat there in a wooden chair, paired nicely with a black cushion, my hands tied behind me back as I looked down at the gorgeous woman – who somehow managed to talk me into this situation – with my throbbing, veiny manhood in her soft and delicate hands, making slow and deliberate strokes up and down, her eyes locked on mine as I felt the pressure building inside me.
*I don’t want you to cum yet, Dan.*
I felt myself squeezing every muscle I knew – and some I didn’t know I had – because I had this deep and insatiable desire to please her. I can’t really say how we ended up here like this – it was a normal enough date to start out with, and we’ve been dating about six months now. We’ve had sex in that time, but I always ended up taking on the more dominant and aggressive role in the bedroom. But tonight, she confessed some desires to me, desires that would leave me in a more vulnerable position while she took on the role of the dominant.
I was hesitant, of course. I’ve always been known as a dominant man. A natural leader in the workplace, an Alpha type male, and I had had my own submissives in the past. But she knew exactly what to say and do to get me to agree to this – and it started with that outfit she was wearing, like she had picked it out *just* for me, a navy blue dress that perfectly accentuated her curves and showed off those slender legs, and just tight enough around the chest to hint at the C cups below, but not giving everything away. And when she dropped that dress in front of me, showing me the black lingerie set she chose for tonight, I felt a deep and primal desire starting to rise to the surface, as she told me how she wanted to take charge tonight, how she wanted to do things to me that I had never done before – but I found myself wanting to do them with *her*. I found myself looking up into her blue eyes, her dark hair curled and flowing around her head, perfectly shaping that lovely face of hers, those words falling out of her luscious red lips as she ran her soft hand through my hair – a moment of gentleness and care that made me close my eyes and smile, relishing in being taken care of instead of on the opposite side.
And the next thing I know, I found myself in this chair, hands tied, looking down at her as she kept her eyes on mine – she told me that every time I closed my eyes, she would add another two minutes to this torture, so I did my best to keep my hazel eyes open and focused on her – because if I let myself relent for just a moment, I knew I would lose all concentration and let my body give in to its need for a release. And I found myself not wanting to disappoint her.
“I’m…trying…” I manage to say, between heaving breaths as my toned chest rises and falls dramatically, my legs desperate to close and help me hold it in, but she was kneeling between them – I felt my large and calloused hands grasping at the rope, pulling my wrists apart slightly to allow the rope to dig into my skin – maybe some pain will help me keep my focus.
I could feel and see me precum dripping out of the head of my shaft, glistening against the soft paleness of the skin on her hands, a devious little grin on her face as she saw me struggling. I felt my eyes trying to roll into the back of my head, the muscles in my arms bulging as I tightened them more and more, holding back everything – just for her.
Just when I thought this would never end, I feel her hand suddenly stop, my body relaxing a bit as my chest heaves up and down, fighting to catch my breath as I feel the urge to release slowing down, my cock still aching and throbbing in her hand as she kisses my sensitive tip, causing my cock to twitch and my muscles to tighten for a moment – that one little move almost broke the dam.
*Good job, Dan.* I hear, her sweet voice ringing in my ears as I feel her undoing the rope, *Now lay down – I need a face to sit on.*
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