Go easy, this is my 1st post. I usually write for friends, this is my 1st time posting any of my writing.
We finally have come to an agreement. You decided enough time has past, and you are going to let your gaurd down. You are going to give in and give up all control of yourself to me. You have made a very powerful choice in allowing someone else to take control of you and all that you are. This evening will be one you will never forget.
You arrive home, there is a note on the front door “go to the bedroom and nowhere else, there is a box on the bed waiting for you. Open it. You are to dress in what is inside of it, nothing more, nothing less. When you are done, look at the bottom of the box, there will be fuether instructions.” As you come inside you can smell something cooking in the kitchen, naturally you want to come and be nosey, but you know that wasn’t in the agreement. You promised you would do as was requested with no further fuss, so down the hallway you go. Once you come into the bedroom, you see a box laying on the bed. On the top of the box, there is a note written in a black sharpie. “STRIP.” Is all it says. As you begin to remove everything and let it fall to the floor, you note a warmth growing inside. You can feel a tingle in your lower stomach. You notice that this is exciting you in ways you have never been excited before. You take the ribbon off the box, then the lid off after stripping and find a thin pencil dress, a pair of classy stockings, and some heels. You again, do as you were told and get dressed. Shorlty after you look in the mirror, and you cannot believe you are actually going to do this. “Here goes nothing” with a long sigh out and you flip the box over. “Come join me in the kitchen.”
As you start down the hallway, you can smell something cooking again, but you cant put your finger on exactly what it is. You can feel the temp is a little higher, you walk in and find me whippin up some fine sauce and pasta with garlic bread. I can hear your thoughts before they come out of your mouth “he got me this dressed up for fucking spagetti?” I give a side grin and tell you to sit and get ready to eat. Wine? Of course you want wine. A glass pours and i slide it infront of you. “Cheers my dears, to a night you will never forget.” I raise my glass to you, clink noise is made, sips are taken. “Shall we eat?” You nod your head with no words spoken. Partially because you are out of your mind with questions, part because you are so fucking excited that you can feel yourself dripping down your inner thigh since there was nothing in the box for panties to wear, and partially because you are so overwhelmed you are not sure what you are even doing.
I set your plate infront of you, you begin to eat a few bite but take note I have not gotten myself any. You want to question me so badly its making your skin crawl but you wont give in and lose the bet that you couldnt completely let go of all control and allow me to handle everything. As you finish off your dinner and 2nd glass of wine, things are going to become much clearer to you and some questions are going to be answered. I get up, grab your plate and take it to the sink, rinse it, and look over seeing you waiting for what is going to happen next. I can see you shaking as the unknown approaches and you are bouncing inside. I start walking back to you, I move my chair out next to you. In one abrupt movement, I snatch you out of the chair by your hair to your feet, turn you towards me, lift your dress, plant my hands under your arms and lift you up, landing your ass on my plate on the table, each leg landing on each side if me, face turning red hot and flush as this rush of heat rolls down your body between your legs and you can feel yourself starting to leak all over. Without warning or words i grab your thighs and pull you close to the end of the table and you fall back to your elbows to catch you.
“You have had your dinner, now im going to have mine.” I notice your juices running down the inside of your thighs, i start by kissing your inner thigh, makin my way up the inside and right across your lips, with only a slight brush against them, and down your other thigh. I can hear you already getting shorter and faster with your breathing, you are waiting for the release, you know its coming, but have no idea how long I am going to draw it out. Down your leg to your sexy little feet. Across to the other leg, making sure 1 does not get more attention than the other. Working my way back up, i can feel your legs starting to shake, i can feel the heat coming off of you, and you are going to enjoy this.
Without warning, I dive inside tongue 1st landing my top lip against your clit and for the 1st time since you came home, you let out a howl of a scream. My arms find their way around the bottom of your thighs as my hand come around to your lower belly, exploring further with my hands around your body. Shortly after you start bucking your hips, you can feel my tongue thrashing around inside of you, holding your clit between my teeth, flicking it back and forth with my tongue has you trying to crawl away but my arms are hooked too deep, you will NOT get away from me. All you will do is stay and take what I give you and thank me for it. You can feel the pressure building, its going to happen and you are trying to hold it back. “I cant show him how much I am enjoying this”, your mouth doesnt have to, your body reations tell me enough. Your hips are bucking, you keep trying to fight it back but you know its a losing battle, you wrap both legs behind my head and pull me in as you flood my face with one of the strongest orgasms you have ever had. Your body falls to the table, you cant hold yourself up anymore, whole body begins to shake from hoe much that I just took out of you.
I back up, stand up, take my napkin from the table and look at you.
“Who the FUCK told you, that you were allowed to cum?”
Your eyes dart to meet mine. Fuck, why didnt I think of that, im not allowed to be in control of myself, I gave everything to him. Complete control. Fuck, this isnt good.
“I….i…..im sorry.”
“Not yet slut but you will be VERY sorry”
I grab you around the throat and pull you to your feet, forcing you to turn around “HANDS OUT ON THE TABLE, NOW!” As your hands hit the table you hear my belt coming loose, thinking to yourself, “whats he goin to do, fuck me? ? like that scares me” I can hear your thoughts but I didnt hear anything about whats coming. I grab your hair and push your head down against the table, “DONT FUCKING MOVE” as you hear me walk away. “Where the fuck did he go?!” As you stand there with your heels on waiting, with no idea what comes next….
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/m813fi/dinner_time_mf_control
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