A very brief fictional story, thinking of a dear friend who recently graduated.
Very rushed writing, and on my phone so please excuse errors. Should it be of interest to people, I can certainly imagine up another part.
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“You did it!” came my exclamation as I stepped into her bedroom, half shedding my coat and half wrapping my arms around her in a tangle of limbs and clothes. She had thar wide, pressed lips smile and sparkling eyes, accompanied by relative quiet, exactly as I would have expected her to respond to the news.
“I did,” the words eventually tumbled out from her as if they couldn’t be held in any longer.
“I did it. I’m going to be a graduate!” as if she was only just believing that all that hard work was finally becoming reality.
The lengthy trip had been worth it to see her smile and hold her. She felt incredible, the lines of body even FELT beautiful under her hoodie as I pulled her close again, my face buried in her long, straight brown hair.
We stood there for a moment, enjoying each others touch and smell. She was small, delicate, feminine. Although I truly enjoyed all of these things, it was her mind that I found most attractive. And here she was, receiving formalised recognition of the beautifully intricate mind I so appreciated. Graduating, with Honours.
I placed hands on her upper arms to pull her off me and into view, “Show me the robe and hat!” Of course, the robe and hat weren’t anything special, she looked far more accomplished and on her own clothes, but it was the event of it all, the celebration. Her smile deepened once more and she turned on her heel to a begin undoing a package that had been on the dining table behind her. It gave me a chance to look at the rest of her properly.
She had bare feet, I suspect a purposeful move on her part, she knows how much I enjoy the delicate, feminine shape created when she pointed her toes when sitting all curled up. Her long, toned legs were tightly enclosed in black leggings, allowing me to see every little tone line, every flex of her muscles. The lines marking the base of her tight, round ass were clearly visible, even a very subtle indentation could be seen between her legs. She wore a loose, oversized grey hoodie which, if she had followed orders, would have nothing else underneath. Her delightfully soft, smooth flowing hair lay sprawled across her back.
As she fiddled with the plastic packaging I got my coat sorted, rolled up my sleeves, and took a step toward her. My body was directly behind her, slowly hardening manhood pressed against her soft ass. I leant forward to match how she was standing bent over, so that my body touched hers up and down, my shoes placed either said of her bare feet. I reached my left arm around her waist so I could pull her into me, but also to feel her cute petite waist under my grasp. My right hand ran from her hip, slowly up her right side, my finger tips just gently brushing her soft breast under the baggy material. As pressed my lips against the soft nape of her neck, my right hand reached into her hair, grabbing a handful. I didn’t pull, just grasped, making sure she knew that I could throw her anywhere I wanted at any moment. Bristles of my unshaved facial hair gently scratched on her flesh as my firm, owning kisses moved down to her jawline which she instinctively exposed for me with a tilt of her head.
Unsurprisingly this slowed the unpackaging of the gown, cap and honours cord, but it had soon been removed with slow, shaky hands I pulled a little tighter on her hair, allowed my left hand to creep slowly downward between her legs, and whispered in her ear. “Yes, you did it. I’m proud of you girl. But I’m going to reward you in my way. In our way,” my hand found its way between her legs and I pressed firmly against her pussy, sliding the long side of my hand back and forth. She let out a small gasp and her eyes closed for just a moment. “Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”
“Tomorow, during your graduation, I want you to be remembering my gift, remembering who owns you. Grab your very well deserved honours cords, and follow me.”
There was a moment of hesitation which I had predicted, immediately meeting it reminding grip in her hair and a firm tone, “Is that understood slut?”
“Ye-yes Sir,” she managed to get it out and I released her, immediately turning to the hallway and walking to her bedroom. Inside I removed my shirt and hung it on the door handle, removed my shoes and socks and placed them neatly by the foot of the bed, and removed my belt which I hung over the footer of the bedframe. I stood beside the bed, hands folded at ease to wait.
Within a few seconds she entered carrying the cords that represented her academic proficiencies. She had been lightly trained and had developed some instinct in her submission. It was this that led her to step toward me gently, eyes looking at the floor, and kneel at my feet maintaining the feminine form and shapes I desired. She held the cord in both hands and raised it to me, like a knight offering their sword.
“The hoodie. Remove it,” came my order as I took the cord from her hands and began fiddling with it, feeling its characteristics. She looked up at me for a moment and I could see the very gentle excitement and peace she tended to display when being controlled. The hoodie was off in an instant and placed beside her. Her beautiful round breasts, maybe a C cup (but I’m no judge of such things) held their shape with pretty pink nipples already hard from our exchange.
“Take out my cock,” she didn’t need to be told twice and began to move her hands to my pants before the order was even out. She looked up at me with big, thankful eyes as my button was undone and fly unzipped. I felt her thin fingers, a little cold, slip between my trunks and body, slowly, hungrily tugging down until my manhood sprung out and she tucked the elastic below my balls.
Before she could even touch my cock, I had doubled over the colourful cord, wrapped it around her neck and the two sides on either side of her head, pulling very lightly to give the sense of my control. She maintained her big submissive eyes and swallowed, straightening her back further in response and biting her lip.
“Hands behind your back girl,” I said quietly and firmly, pulling just a little to emphasise my words. With her shoulders behind her, I didn’t even bother to tell her to open her mouth, I knew she would. I pulled the two ends of the cord toward my, directing her by her neck until the tip of my cock was rubbing against her soft lips. She opened her mouth as I pulled her further toward me, my eyes closed with pleasure as her soft, warm, wet mouth easily slid over my cock. Once it hit that point where it didn’t slide so easily, I tugged on the rope partly to jolt her her throat over me, and partly as a command to press her self forward to pleasure me with her tight throat.
The sensations were incredible, as was the view. Her hands remained behind her but I could see her grip tightening as I began to move her back and further by the cord around her neck. I could feel the head of my cock rubbing against the back of her throat.
“Mmm yes girl. This is your graduating gift. Fucking your pretty little face with your Honours cords”. The symbology was not lost on either of us. The symbol of her intellect was being used to pleasure me in her submission. I loosed the cords to let her pull back for air. She gasped, sucking in oxygen for just a moment as a long string of saliva fell from her mouth fell from my cock and landed on her pretty little breasts. I would ensure both they and her ass cheeks would be bright red before the night was out. Breath recovered her resevered smile returned, the look of excitement of thankfulness that she experienced under my use of her.
“It’s perfect, thank you Sir,” she took just a moment to think and then continued, “Master? Could we do that again but while you slap me?”
This isn’t a celebration she’s going to forget quickly.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nplt9u/a_graduation_gift_mf_light_bondage_short_fiction