Blacklight [FM] [Fdom]

My favorite part of the holidays was when my mother would take me to look at the Christmas lights. We usually didn’t go anywhere special. It was us driving around when dusk would break and we’d admire our neighbor’s decorations as they illuminated the entirety of the street. Houses would be covered in a spectacle of rainbows and artwork. Rudolph would be on roofs and blow-up Santas riding Harleys. Our family always put up icicle lights and it was comforting going to sleep with them shining through the blinds. Never enough to keep me awake, just enough to keep the magic of winter alive.

The joy of those memories followed me to adulthood and I’ve kept various light-themed decorations around my home. One of the first things most people notice when they walk inside is the occasional lava lamp tucked into the ledges.

The corridor leading to the bedroom and through the living room has three large chalkboard circles painted that are constantly rotating through my favorite quotes. I currently have a Tolkien quote that I put up last week. “Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment.” The living room is vast with a wooden woven couch tucked away in the corner. I have paintings hanging up but there’s still some blank space that could use a little love.

My bedroom has a red accent wall and maroon curtains hanging. There’s a stone side table with a glass top adjacent to my bed and I keep an antique-style lamp on the edge. There’s a wooden desk and chair set opposite the side table. Decorative lights line the corners of my ceiling and are usually on when I’m at home. There’s a vanity closet connecting to the bathroom. Recently, I’ve set up a blacklight on a wall. I have something special planned.

I just got home from work and it’s been a far-too-exhausting day. I’ve had one too many people complain and not enough patience to handle it. I stopped by the store on the way home to get the items needed to make a romantic dinner. I’ve been seeing someone for the last couple of months and I can’t help but feel he’s the man I’m going to end up marrying. He’s coming over tonight and I want everything to be perfect.

I take a quick shower and head right to the kitchen to get to work. It’s a small space and I often complain how I don’t have room for anything but somehow I make it work. I can’t stop smiling because of how excited I’ve been for this. Anxiety is starting to set in but it’s not the overwhelming bring-you-to-your-knees kind I’m all too familiar with.

I start dicing and chopping. I have my favorite music playing and start swaying my hips to the rhythm. I’ve cooked for other people before but somehow this is different. To calm my nerves, I pour myself a glass of wine and let the food cook to its full glory.

Just when things are finishing up I hear a knock on the door. Butterflies are having a party in my stomach but I rush over to the entrance anyway. I’ve really never been any good at hiding my emotions. I take a deep breath and open the door.

This handsome man whose managed to capture the very essence of my soul is smiling in the doorway. We don’t say anything at first. Our lips meet and my passion feels almost overwhelming. I force myself to stop because I’ve put a lot of work into planning tonight. We’re going to have much more fun later.

“I missed you,” he says. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Then again, I can never stop thinking about you. Today’s hasn’t been the best. Tell me about your day.” How is it that one person could melt my heart so completely?

“I missed you too, love.” I reply. “Today wasn’t the greatest for me, either. I’m tired of working in customer service and having people complain about such petty things. I’m not a mind reader you know!” He starts giggling. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re just cute when you get so worked up.” A smile breaks my face again and the day seems to fade away. “Dinner smells good. What do you have prepared?”

“Well, sir, you’ll be delighted to know I’ve exhausted myself to serve you a delicious course consisting of caprese-stuffed chicken breasts with a side of lemon-orzo salad. I’ve paired it with a dry sparkling wine and was even nice enough to include dessert. But it’s a surprise.” I’m a little too proud of everything I’ve accomplished between the time I set foot in the door until now.

“I already know what’s for dessert.” He mumbles under his breath. Suddenly the sweet spot between my legs starts to dampen. “You didn’t have to do all of this for me.”

“I know. I wanted to. This is part of how I show my love. Besides, you’ve cooked me plenty of meals yourself. I’m sure you could’ve been an A-list Hollywood chef if you wanted to.” The gorgeous man hanging on my every word starts laughing.

“Sure. You can be my private client. I’m at your service, madam.” He smirks and now I’m biting my lip thinking about all the things I want to do.

“Madam is right. Yes, ma’am works too.” I smirk right back. “Let’s eat now darling. I’m starving.” I make each of us a plate and sit myself right next to him. As we’re eating our legs are interlocked and we can’t stop teasing each other. I love how playful we are when we’re together.

As we reach our third glass of wine, I clear our plates. I really did make dessert and walk to the fridge to bring it out. I’ve hand-made lemon custard mini cakes and can’t wait to share. When I turn around to show him he’s already inches away.

“I told you I already know what’s for dessert. We can have these for breakfast.” My lover steals the ramekins from out of my hands and presses his mouth against mine. Every ounce of self-control has melted away and I’m going to bring this man to my mercy.

“Let’s go to the bedroom. Let me show you why you’re really here tonight.” I giggle and take his hand to lead him.

I pull out the box that we’re both all too familiar with and grab the silk ties. “Sit on the chair.” I command and my beautiful man complies.

“Yes, ma’am. What do you have in mind?” His eyes flicker with excitement and I can hardly contain myself. No, there’s no way I’m giving in this time. I’ve given in to this gorgeous human too many times before.

“No, no, no. You’re just going to have to wait and see. There’s going to be no blindfolds included tonight.” I can tell that curiosity has piqued his interest. I grab the ties and position his hands behind his back. After his legs are bound to the chair and I’m sure he’s not going anywhere I turn off the ceiling light and flick the black light on. I begin nibbling his ear and move to his neck. My breath is hot against his skin and damn, he tastes so good.

“I’ll be right back. This is going to be fun.” I walk my way to the bathroom and try not to rush. I change into the new lingerie I bought for this occasion and put on the rest of my attire together. After a second glance in the mirror I’m confident I’m going to drive him wild. Now I just need to get back to the sexy man tied up in my bedroom.

“Holy. Fuck.” There’s something in his voice I haven’t heard before. Could it be shock? If it is, this is exactly what I was hoping for. I know he likes what he sees because his hard-on starts pulsating.

A neon pink corset is fitted over my body. My lips are covered in yellow neon lipstick and my nails are neon green. All the colors are glowing brightly under the presence of the blacklight and I regret not seeing myself in this light beforehand.

I whisper in his ear “I hope you like. You’ve been so good lately, I thought you should get a reward. But you can’t touch. Not yet. I’m going to be the one doing all the touching for now.” I’m standing with my chest in his face. I get on my knees and grip my hand around the length of his cock. My nails are glowing bright as I tease him. I squeeze his tip between my fingers and let go.

“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” He begs of me. I love making him go crazy with lust. I reach up and bite his nipples ever so lightly. Just enough to send sensation through his body. I start kissing my way up until our lips meet and our tongues start to battle. I start gripping my hand around him again, this time giving him exactly what he’s asked for. I can tell he’s reaching the edge but we’re not finished yet. When I feel he’s about to release, I let go and take a step back.

“I didn’t put in all this effort for you to give in so easily.” I say. “No more touching. It’s time for you to watch.” I give him one last kiss and take out a small vibrator from the box. I walk slowly to the bed, making sure he takes notice of my every move.

I lay down on the dark red comforter and when our eyes meet, I start touching myself. The corset seems to be getting in the way so I take it off. My body is positioned in the plethora of pillows and I arch my back with need.

“You look so sexy, baby. Please untie me. Let me please you. Please.” My lover is pleading with me and the space between my thighs is so wet.

“Not yet. Now stop begging and be good for me.” I demand. To my astonishment, he listens and I’m quite pleased. I turn the vibrator on and move it towards my pleasure point. I can hardly control myself. I want to orgasm but tonight, I’m going to make sure it happens together. I inch the vibrator inside of myself and close my eyes. If I take another look at the sexy man fixated on my body I’m not going to be able to help myself. Just as I’m about to climax I stop and make my way over to the man who my heart belongs to.

“Let me show you just how good you’ve been.” I whisper in his ear. Our lips are locked once again and his cock is aching with need. I get on my knees once again and taste his hardness. After taking him as far as I can, a ring of neon lipstick is left at his base. God, this is better than I planned.

“You need to untie me. Now.” He moans and I abide his request. He motions as if an animal unleashed for the first time and grabs every curve of my body. He sinks his fingers into me and feels just how ready I am. “You’re so fucking wet for me. I need to taste you.” My feral lover launches me onto the bed.

He doesn’t hesitate to bring his mouth to my wetness and it’s taking everything in me not to let go. When he begins using his fingers in sync with his tongue it becomes far too much. “You need to fuck me!” I scream out. Now I’m the one begging. As if knowing what’s going to happen if he doesn’t do exactly as I say he lifts his body from mine. He kisses his way up and I notice the little neon lip prints all over his body.

When our eyes meet, my beautiful man thrusts himself in me. I gasp from the pleasure he’s giving me and climax almost immediately. I’ve really done a number on him and he’s going so hard. It feels like I can never get enough. He stops and pushes himself deeper several times and the climax is building up again.

“Please release with me.” I ask him and I see the relief in his eyes. He needs this as much as I do. Our tongues wrestle once more and I gasp with the sound he’s become familiar with. Knowing that he needs to do it now, he releases inside me. Our bodies tremble and he falls beside me, our fingers interlocked. This night has exceeded even my highest expectations.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/9zkrhz/blacklight_fm_fdom