This is an experiment in Second-Person Perspective Erotica. I’m not too sure how it turned out. It was originally written to be gender-ambiguous, but I’ve resolved it to male for the time being. If there’s interest, I’ll post a female-perspective version.
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Your heart is already pounding as you approach the door. Your hands are shaking. Your nerves (and something else) are pooling there… making it hard for you to be still. You curl your fingers into a fist to keep them from trembling, and then raise your fist to knock upon the door. You don’t get a chance. She heard you approach, and her voice comes from within.
Her voice is distorted by the door, but you can make out the words, “It’s open. Come in.”
You have to uncurl your fist to lift the latch. The shaking resumes. You open the door, your eyes locked on the floor, and step inside. You close the door behind you, and pause until you hear the latch fall into place. Only then do you look up… and see her.
Your Lady is lounging upon her throne. She hasn’t bothered with clothes. They would only get in the way, and you both know who is in charge without needing any props to serve as reminders. You can see every inch of her smooth pale skin… including the folds between her open thighs. She is resting her head on a fist, its elbow on her throne’s arm-rest. Her other hand is resting on her stomach… as if she was prepared to handle things herself if you didn’t arrive on time.
You start by removing your clothing. She doesn’t have to tell you to do it. If your Lady isn’t wearing anything, then you certainly shouldn’t be either. You are quick about it, folding each piece as you remove it, and you leave your clothing in a neat pile by the door. Only then do you take three steps forward, and then kneel before your Lady and look upon her beauty.
Your Lady is a strong woman. You can see that in the thickness of her limbs, and the impression of abs upon her belly. You have no doubt that, if she wanted to, your Lady could pin you to the floor and do whatever she wanted to do with you. Her warrior’s strength has not robbed her of feminine beauty. She has been blessed with impressive breasts, which fight their own battle against gravity’s pull.
You can hear your heart beat as you look upon her, and you have to curl your fingers into fists to hide your nerves. You don’t want to disappoint your Lady. You want to please her, and you are afraid of failing her. You would welcome any discipline she saw fit to give you, any corrections she made… just so you could better learn how to make her happy.
Your Lady’s lilac hair has fallen in front of one of her violet eyes. You know that her hair is really white, pale like the moon, and that she dyes it to compliment her eyes. She watches you with her other eye, and you feel as if her gaze is piercing your soul. Your heartbeat quickens… and then her pink lips form a faint smile and your anxiety melts away for a moment.
“Go ahead, Little-One,” she says, patting her thigh as if calling a dog, “Crawl over here. It’s been a long day, and I need to relax.”
You obey your Lady’s command. You crawl to her upon your hands and knees. She’s only a few feet away, but it’s the principle of the act that matters. You kneel again in front of her, with her legs to either side of you… and her secret lips mere inches from your face. You want to lean in to taste her, but you don’t. The invitation so far has only been implied… and so you wait for permission to begin.
Your Lady lets out a girlish giggle. Then she runs her fingers through your hair, and scratches the spot just behind your jaw and beneath your ear. You close your eyes and hum, your body delighted by her touch. Her hand soon returns to its resting place upon her belly… and you feel your shoulders fall. You try not to show it… but losing her touch has saddened you.
“That’s a good Little-One,” she says. You sit up straighter as your pride grows in response to her compliment. Then she continues, “Now slip that tongue of yours between my thighs, and make me feel good.”
You obey your Lady’s command. You lean forward, and plant a kiss upon her hidden lips. Then you begin to lap at her pussy, drawing your tongue across her lips in long strokes. You enjoy the taste of her arousal, and it’s all that you can taste. Your lady lets out a sigh of relief and pleasure, and you reply in kind. You know that she likes to take her time with her pleasure… to bask in it while it lasts. You know to take it slow when you work to please her.
After a minute or so, you feel her hand land upon your head, and she begins to gently run her fingers through your hair as you work. You can hear the sounds of her pleasure growing louder. Her sighs are deeper, her cries are sharper, but she has not yet begun to moan. Soon, she sits up and places her other hand upon your head… and you know what’s coming next.
“You’re a good Little-One,” she says, “very good.”
Her words are like lightning in your veins, and you feel your heart flutter in response. Your Lady sits up straighter, and rests her other hand upon your head. You feel her fingers gliding through your hair, her gentle touch setting off fireworks across your scalp.
“Let me help you,” she says, “Little-One.”
Your Lady’s gentle touch grows rough. Her fingers grab onto your hair, and press you into her pussy. She has taken control of the situation. You don’t need to think about the pace anymore… your Lady is handling the thinking. Your mind is freed to wander, and you become keenly aware of the need growing between your thighs. You know that your needs will be tended to… after you’ve completed your Service to your Lady.
Minutes pass as your Lady guides your tongue across her lips. Her breathing has grown louder and a bit wilder. She sighs with each breath, and giggles at times. You know that she enjoys playing with you, treating you like her toy. Fortunately, you love being her toy. You take pleasure in her pleasure. You take joy in her joy. You take satisfaction from her satisfaction.
Soon, the first moan slips past her lips. It’s quiet, but you hear it… and a smile forms around your tongue. Your Lady has a tell, and you know it well. Whenever she moans, you know that she’s about to escalate the situation… and take even more control away from you.
“Good Little-One,” she moans, “it’s time for your tongue to go inside… stick it out.”
You obey your Lady’s command. You stick your tongue out as far as you can, and do your best to make it hard. She guides your tongue to her entrance… and then she gently pushes you in. She lets out a louder moan as she pushes your tongue in as deep as it can go. Your nose is pressed into her body, and all you can smell is her scent.
“That’s a good Little-One,” she moans, “so well-behaved.”
Your Lady moves her legs. She rests her calves on your back, and traps your face between her thighs. You let out a sigh as you’re trapped by her powerful body. Then you hear her giggle. You know that she’s enjoying the power that she has over you. She controls your head, fucking herself with your tongue. There’s nothing for you to do, nothing for you to think about… and so you find your attention returning to the need between your thighs. It’s getting stronger, the flame is getting hotter.
Your Lady is getting more excited by the minute. Her breathing is loud, her sighs clear, and her moans deep. She’s singing for you, and it’s music to your ears. It’s not long before her hips begin to gyrate, and your tongue slips out of her. You know what this means. Your Lady is growing tired of basking in the pleasure of your Service, and she craves the thrill of climax.
Your Lady becomes increasingly rough. Your extended tongue is now just a formality, she’s humping your face. She lets out cries of pleasure as she paints your face with her arousal, her voice growing loud enough that you fear someone will overhear her. Then you hear something change in her tone, her voice growing high pitched. You feel a tension building in her thighs and her legs… and then you feel that tension release.
Your Lady’s body trembles as the pleasure explodes within her… and then she screams your real name. You let out a moan into her cunt, a moan that sounds like you are the one being fucked. The fire between your thighs becomes painfully intense… and you know that you need relief. It’s coming soon. You know you won’t have to wait for long. Your Lady holds you to her cunt until the last aftershock of her orgasm has run its course. Then she releases you from her thighs, and grins down at you.
“Thank you,” she says, “Little-One. Now get up here…”
You obey your Lady’s command. Your Lady’s hands slip below your armpits, and she pulls you up. You help her as much as you can, and take a seat upon her lap. Your head comes to rest against her breast, and she supports your back with one of her powerful arms. Her other hand caresses your cheek, and she stares into your eyes with a smile upon her face.
“I enjoyed that very much,” she says, “*Little-One. Thank you for taking care of me.”
Your Lady adjusts your position for a moment, and leans in to kiss you upon the lips. You let out a very immodest moan… as if she was stroking your most sensitive places. You know that you’re a hopeless mess when you’re in her hands… and so does she. She breaks off the kiss after a good half minute of snogging you, and smiles at you.
“Now…” she says, and your heart flutters in anticipation, “it’s time for me to take care of you.”
Your Lady looks into your eyes, and you cannot look away. You feel her free hand land upon your collarbone… and slowly drift down your body. It stops when it finds your cock rising up to meet it. Your Lady lets out an interested chirp… and then she begins to stroke it. You melt into her arm, and lean against her breast, as you let out a positively whorish moan.
“That’s my sweet Little-One,” your Lady says, “sing for me.”
You obey your Lady’s command, but it’s a formality. You couldn’t make an effort to hide your moaning if you tried. You can’t spare enough thought to even make the attempt. There are only two things in your world, and they command all of your thoughts. The first is your Lady’s smiling face. The second is the Need that has been burning ever since you walked into the room… and which is now rapidly being quenched.
“You are adorable,” your Lady says, “Little-One. You’re so cute when you’re like this… I wish I could keep you like this all the time.”
Your Lady knows your body as well as you know hers, and she knows that you’ve been basking in the pleasure for long enough. You need relief, and she’s doing everything she can to give it to you. It won’t take long.
“I know you’re close,” your Lady said, “Little-One. Cum for me. I want to see your happy face…”
You obey your Lady’s command. It takes only seconds for you to pass over the edge, and scream her name. You lady smiles as you begin to tremble upon her lap, and the arm that was supporting you moves to hold you. When the strongest waves of your Orgasm have passed, your Lady’s other arm comes to hold you as well… and she smiles at you the whole time. You Lady is patient… and she waits for the last aftershocks to pass and for your mind to return to Earth.
“You belong to me,” she says, “Little-One.”
You take a shaky breath. Then you say, “I belong to you… my Lady.”
Your Lady continues to hold onto you… and she allows you to hug her back.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/ilbwfp/fm_gentle_fdom_oral_serving_the_lady_second
Amazing, thanks so much for sharing