I woke up in a sweat, startled and my heart racing. It was the same dream or nightmare depending on how you saw it. I swear I could smell his taint, his asshole. I could taste his cock in my mouth. It was always pretty much the same. There were few variances, my clothes, my hair but it was always the same. His dominance over me, his cock deep down my throat. And when I woke up the smell of him lingered in the air, the taste of him covered my tongue and I wanted him more than I ever thought possible. It had been two years, how did he still have this hold over me? When would it ever end? Did I even want it to end? I was obviously aroused, my pussy so wet and my clit so swollen. I slid my hand over my erect nipples, pinching them tight. I always tried to inflict the pain he would cause me but I never was able to do the job he did. I still tried my best and in my head I could hear him say “good girl” that caused my heart to race, it excited me and I slid my hand down between my thighs. My pussy was so wet and swollen awaiting my fingers. I didn’t waste any time sliding in two fingers straight away. I grinded against my fingers, fucking myself furiously as my thumb massaged my swollen clit. I arched my back as I started to cum, screaming out his name. As my orgasm subsided I felt guilt and shame. I masterbated to the thought of him so often when I knew I should move on. Even still, masterbating to the thought of him caused more intense orgrasms than any of my recent encounters had. I decided that the hunt was on. Not for a replacement, but more for his successor. While he had been good, he hadn’t been without his faults. He had opened up a new world to me but he had also shown me what I really wanted in a man. It was not really him I sought, it was my true master. It was the one who could truly tame me. The one who could meet my insatiable desire for sex. Something he hadn’t been able to do. He awakened the lust in me which is why we had such a bond but he wasn’t able to satiate me. Now I would find the one who could do just that. The one who could make me submit more than I ever had before.
The phone ringing broke me out of my afterglow. It was my good friend. It was so nice to hear her voice. As I sat there talking to her I slowly massaged my wet pussy. Her and I never ventured into a sexual relationship but I did often wonder what it would be like. She mentioned a dinner party, a fundraiser of sorts and her boyfriend was unable to attend and she didn’t want to go alone. As I considered her offer, I enjoyed the velvet feel as my fingers slid over the wet folds of my pussy. Men in suits, I’d be a fool to not accept this invitation. Yes of course I would join her and make sure she wouldn’t be stuck in some boring conversation with some stiff in a suit.
I didn’t have long to get ready but I knew just exactly what I would wear. I went to my closet and picked out a silky red dress. It was form fitting with a mock cut out that accentuated my breasts. The best part was that the neck portion looked as if I had a collar. I smiled as I pulled it out of my closet. The idea of being choked tantalizes me.
I jumped into the shower. Enjoying the water caressing my skin. After drying off I grabbed perfumed lotion and ran it all over my body. I enjoyed how velvety soft my skin felt. Slipping into silk panties I opted to not wear a bra and slide into my dress. I loved the way it accented my curves. I felt so sexy. I grabbed my silver stilettos and after my finishing touches I was ready to go. One last check in the mirror. I loved the way the dress showed off little parts of skin. Not fully revealing my secrets but enough to entice. The doorbell rang as I was putting on my red lipstick. She was here and I found myself getting a little excited even if I never had the pleasure of tasting her.
When we arrived I was surprised it was a seated affair. I had expected a cocktail party where I would be able to mingle and flirt. As we were seated I was disappointed to find myself sitting next to an extremely distinguished woman. I was sure my evening conversation was going to be about the charity and tea time. My friend on the other hand was sitting next to a very handsome man and I did feel a pang of jealousy. I decided that in spite of the seating arrangement I was going to make the best of the night. While my friend was quite engaged in conversation I turned and began inquiring questions of my neighbor. She was actually quite fascinating and had led a very colorful life. I found myself lost in conversation when my friend tapped me on my shoulder and introduced me to her new friend. This is John she said. I smiled as he shook my hand. “And I see you have met my dear Aunt” My face lit up, “yes she is a treasure” I felt myself blush, there was an air of electricity between us. Or maybe it was just me but I was definitely aroused and needed some release. I excused myself and got up to go to the ladies room.
As I hurried I suddenly felt a hand grab at my elbow. Stopping I felt a pull and then the warmth of his breath against my ear. A slow growl said “If you are planning to do what I think you are, I suggest you think twice”
My heart leaped and I held my breath as I decided what I would do. On one hand it had been so long since I had been challenged, I so wanted to give in. On the other hand, I was no one’s property, at least not yet and I wasn’t about to give in that easily. I turned and smiled coyly “I obey no one” He pulled my face close to his and laughed “For now, but if you give in to your lust for what you want now, you will never have the primal desires you really want”
I felt a burst of hotness in my face, on my skin, between my thighs. He wasn’t commanding me as much as he was reaching into me and understanding my deepest needs, my true desires. I stood there not knowing what to do as he walked away.
I stood there a little longer and felt myself calm down. I walked over to the bar and asked for some water. After I was sure that the lust was gone from my face, I walked back to the table. It didn’t matter, anyone looking at my dress could see how erect my nipples were. Just before I got to my seat I made eye contact with John. I could tell he was pleased with my decision. As much as I tried to be focused on his Aunt my mind was on him. I did my best to continue our conversation but it was all just words to me. The rest of the night was a blur. I felt numb as if I was under a spell. I wasn’t sure what i would do when I got home. The desire to take myself, to slide my fingers inside me, to play with my clit until I orgasmed again and again was so strong. Yet I needed him, I needed to know him. It was more than just a curiosity. It was as he said my primal desires.
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