“I’m glad you found it okay”
I say as I wave you in to my house.
Your figure looking even more tantalizing in person; I told you I wouldn’t care if you turned up a bit rough after work and just to come as yourself, and I stand by it; your most attractive as yourself.
As you make yourself at home on the sofa I can sense your nervousness; your light trembling doesn’t go unnoticed. We’ve conversed extensively; but I appreciate that meeting up like this is a big leap for you. I sit next to you but leave you some space; handing you a tall glass of sparkling water; as I know its your creature comfort.
“I wouldn’t want to waste one of my beers on you” I tease; your small giggle eases the tension.
“You really didn’t have to wear your best mask, you know.” You let out another tiny chuckle, and slip it down on to your chin, revealing your perfect smile.
“i’m guessing it would be coming off sooner or later” you quip back, the nervousness apparent in your voice.
It’s amazing to finally experience your energy in person instead of over that sometimes sterile online messaging. We lost ourselves in small talk; but the more the time passes the more I see you ease up and slip back comfortably. Eventually your manor warms up; we’re brushed up and your eyes flirtingly signalling that you recall the real reason for our rendezvous. I place my hand on your lip as you’re mid sentence.
“Do you mind if I shift gears a moment” My signal that I would like to shift in to dom mode.
You catch my hint; but you struggle to respond coherently as the very thought makes your heart beat faster and a small lump forms in your throat, you only muster to give a little nod; you expression already beaming submission and obedience.
I lean over and whisper in your ear “remember everything we discussed”
“Yes sir.” Comes a croaky nervous response.
“safeword?”
You again only muster a nod.
I sit back up, my change of energy readily apparent, I broaden my shoulders, sour my expression a little.
“On your knees, perfect slave. Hands on your head.”
You comply instantly.
“pain or pleasure” My multiple choices make sure you remain perfectly within your comfort zone; yet ensuring you have the option to explore previously unexplored desires. I see you contemplating the choice for a brief moment…
“p..p…” a brief stutter entices master leaving him in suspense.
You find your confidence and announce “pleasure, sir.”
“Good choice, slut” The harsher names still pack a punch with you, but I know how much they excite you.
Your hands still perched on your head, I move them for you behind your back, pushing you forward gently. I take your wrists gently, you feel them being chained together in cuffs.
Your pulsing heart is almost audible as I slip your shirt gently over your flawless breasts; the tension causes you to let out a brief moan.
I take a step back; contemplating how you deserve to be used as I let the tension build.
I suddenly slip behind you resting my chin on your shoulder; reaching both hands round I begin teasing and caressing your soft breasts with increasing intensity. You throw your head back and I feel your cuffed hands against me reeling with pleasure; your breathing becomes heavier.
My finger starts to sensually caress your stomach, slowly working its way in a large circle. I then drag it up and down; from right under your breasts down just above you belly button. Up and down. Slowly. Caressing. teasing. Reaching lower with each stride. Until my finger is teasingly poking under the elastic of your panties. Teasingly close. I begin running my finger up and down your inner thigh, soft as a feather stopping within millimetres of your aching tingling pussy, begging to be touched. Every time my finger slips away back down you feel agony mixed with lusty desperation. I continue ignoring your pussy tortuously. Both hands simultaneously stroking the inside of your crotch; almost mocking your pussy and letting it know it won’t be getting touched anytime soon.
“I don’t only know how to torture using pain; I can torture you just as effectively with sheer pleasure”
“please sir, it needs to be touched”
I remove my hands. I gently push you on to your back, and spread your knees apart. I take a pillow and press it gently on the outside of your panties, barely touching, you feel the minutest tickle of the soft pillow brushed up gingerly against your pussy.
“no sir. I can’t take it”
I run my finger side to side under the elastic of your panties, lifting it up letting the cold air rush to your pussy, even the minutest sensation makes you want to explode.
“PLEASE SIR”
“nuh-uh”
Whirling my fingers once more just above your panties, at the top of your thigh.
“beg me, perfect slut”
to be continued