Recovering from the last searing stroke of the crop, the clamps still gently swinging from her nipples, sending intermittent floods of fire into her breasts and beyond. A throbbing glow emanating from between her legs. She remained on all fours, perspiration still glistening across her form.
She awaited both his next command and the voice that spoke from within her, she didn’t know which would speak first and she now feared them both.
Trembling in what seemed to be an eternity, waiting, waiting…
The tears had dried in her eyes and she slowly opened them, feeling the stickiness of her dried sobs gradually tear apart.
Darkness turned to darkness and then slowly a gentle hue of light started to form the dimensions of the room around her and shapes and forms of indeterminate objects. Wait, was he standing in front of her? Was it just a trick of the light?
The effects of shock and being naked quickly took hold, trembling turned to shaking, a gentle whimpering oscillating out of her mouth as her body vibrated.
She couldn’t see him but she could feel him, his presence strong, powerful and yet comforting and calming. He was close, at her side.
She tried not to think or imagine what he might do next. Fear is always greater in anticipation than the actual experience, isn’t that right?
She waited for that inner defiant voice to rise again, to give her strength and maybe solace.
Silence.
He spoke, softly but with conviction as he ran his hand over her head and through her matted hair.
“Be still.”.
She quickly tried to hold herself and stop the shaking, tensing her muscles to try to conceal the shimmering motion, she knew that she was failing but she continued to try, she continued to try.
He continued the motion of his hand down along the centre of her back, along her spine. It brought a welcome warmth and a loving tenderness.
He reached the base and stroked along her buttock, pausing to squeeze it and feel the weight of her flesh in his hands, massaging it.
She began to relax at the soothing attention, the tremors began to fade.
He slid his hand between her legs.
Again with a peaceful tone but loaded with intent.
“Be still.”
As his words floated across the air, drifted into her ears and soaked into her mind, she felt the delicate touch of his rough fingers on her swollen pussy.
Fuck! It felt divine.
She squirmed a little as the coarseness of his skin rubbed into her tenderness.
“Be still.”.
Her body warming like a just lit furnace as he stimulated her.
How did he know exactly where to touch her? Exactly how much pressure to exert on the most secret parts of her intimacy and how the hell was she supposed to be still?
He continued to move his fingers, along her lips and the outer layers, over her clitoris and as he began to teasingly, or torturingly to spread her open a little, finding her wetness as natural lubrication, he placed his thumb on her ass hole and pressed. He didn’t push in, he just applied pressure along with a circular motion.
Again she flinched at the new touch, her body and mind excited and what she hoped would come soon. Literally her.
In a firmer tone.
“Be still.”
The early sparks of a clitoral orgasm started to fire and ignite inside her. One of his fingers knowingly and deliberately parting her pussy and teasing a way in but never fully committing. She stifled a moan as her climax edged ever closer.
With just one hand, his fingers and his thumb, in such a brief period of time, he had decoded her.
He increased the pressure on her ass, he’d used the moisture of her arousal to coat his fingers and thumb, he pushed harder but again not committing, just enough to stretch her tight little hole as his fingers flicked across her clitoris.
She fought so hard to be still but she wanted to push back against his force and feel him inside her, oh how she wanted him, all of him inside her. But she would not dare. She clenched to abate the quivering as she wanted to obey him.
Wait, where was that defiant voice?
Again silence.
She wanted to obey him.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! She was so close, her thoughts had distracted and disarmed her and she hadn’t realised how close she was and how much she was trembling.
It was coming, she was coming, she could feel it, so close….just at the edge.
Was she supposed to come? Was she allowed? Did she have permission? Could she even stop it?
As she teetered at the edge of the cliff, desperate to jump into the ocean of bliss, she felt him pull his hand away and at the same time, he firmly yanked the chain of the clamps.
The pain almost sent her into climax but then as it raced through her body and she buckled, dropping her back, it burned out the orgasm and extinguished it like a forest fire, so hot and intense and then barren, lifeless, nothingness.
In a firmer tone, with a raised voice.
“Be still.”
She composed herself, the pain and the pleasure escaping her.
Had this been his plan? Had she failed?
It didn’t matter now. The delicious pain and pleasure had vacated her body and mind, it had left her with a wanting and a residue of guilt and regret that maybe she had failed.
All she could do now was lose herself in all that was left.
The stillness.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wizjh7/her_submission_the_stillness