The Fantasy
Chapter I -The Question
As I drive to your place, I wonder what might be in store for me this evening.
We had discussed the basic topic of the evening. However, you would not reveal
what you had planed. I have been waiting for a month for this evening. A whole
month. This month has been hell.
Just about thirty days ago, we lay in bed together, late at night. This
started with a question.
"I was wondering, well, do you have any fantasies that maybe I can fulfill?" I
asked in a staggered voice.
After a moment of silence, you replied.
"Well, I don't know, I hadn't thought about it for a while. This sounds more
like a leading question though. It sounds like you have something you want to
ask me."
"Well, I guess, sort of." I mumbled, as you placed a finger on my chin and moved
my face toward yours.
"What is it? Tell me." You said in a soft voice.
"I guess mine would be to give myself to you. To let you do what you want with
me."
"Oh," You say without emotion. "A love slave kind of thing?" You ask, again,
without emotion.
"Yeah, something like that." I thought to myself that this must hold no
interest to you, judging by your attitude. We lay there for several minutes,
when suddenly you propped yourself up on your elbow, looked into my eyes and
began running your finger up and down my chest.
"I could do whatever I wanted to? You'd do whatever I told you to do? You
wouldn't argue or try to fight? Anything I want?" You asked in a sultry yet
excited voice.
"Anything you want." I stated in a soft voice, just hearing that question made
my heart race and I felt a swell between my legs.
"I think I might enjoy that," You said. " A lot." you whisper almost inaudibly,
almost as if you didn't want me to hear. "Tell you what, why don't you give me
some time to plan a night and get some ideas."
"Ok, I can do that."
"Can you? There's a catch." You state with a grin, as you continue to run your
finger up and down my chest, going lower each time. Suddenly you grasped my
penis, with a very strong grip, and lower your face to mine. "You cant touch me
until then, got it." You said, squeezing firmly.
"Yes, I understand, ok."
"Good."
Chapter II - The Wait
As I continue to drive closer to your place, I think about that statement you
made that night. I thought to myself then, how hard can that be to wait a few
nights until you were ready. I had no idea that you had already begun to toy
with me. You made sure the only nights we didn't spend together were the nights
that I was working 24-hour shifts on the ambulance.
The first few nights weren't too bad. When we would go to bed, you would wear
only a t-shirt. Taking it off just before you climbed into bed, gave me a kiss,
and then went to sleep. A couple of nights later you told me I couldn't wear
anything to bed either. That wasn't to bad until the night you asked for a back
rub
Lying in bed together you stated you had had enough of me not touching you.
You asked me to massage your back. You rolled over on to your stomach and I
moved so that I was straddling you from behind. I began to massage your neck,
working my way slowly down to your shoulder. I felt you relax and groan in
contentment. I moved a little lower down your back and started rubbing toward
your sides of you chest.
"Don't touch my breasts." You said coldly.
I sighed, and continued my task. I began to look down at your soft bottom. I
imagined your vagina only inches away. I thought of how it would feel for me to
be inside of you. I began to swell with the contemplation of sensations that
occur only from this position. My lust for your beautiful body must have
translated to my fingers on your back.
"I know what your thinking. If you dick so much as touches my ass, let alone
anywhere else, I'll cancel our upcoming plans." You stated, again coldly,
without emotion. I think back to that night and remember how hard it was to
control myself.
I remember the night that we had a date to go see a movie. I came over early,
as you asked, to pick you up. You answered the door wearing a large terry bath
towel. Inviting me in you said:
"I'm not quite ready yet." You said sarcastically.
"Yeah, I gathered that." I sat down in a chair to wait and looked over at you.
You pulled at the towel until it fell at your feet; you were naked under the
towel.
"I have to go take a shower still." You said with a large grin on your face. Of
course you didn't stop at that. You wandered about the room for a moment as if
you were looking for something you had set down. As you started to walk off, you
looked back at me, shrugged your shoulders and winked at me. The last thing I
heard before the water started:
"I'm locking the door, Brian."
Man, this was getting hard to deal with. I had no idea you could tease me like
this. I could tell you were enjoying this as well. I had no idea that more was
in store.
Yesterday was the worst. It had begun after I had been asleep for only a few
hours. I woke up to the feel of your lips on mine. Softly you kissed me and
began running your hands up and down my chest.
"Keep your hands at your sides, Brian."
Your kisses began to intensify; I slowly opened my mouth, to feel your tongue on
mine. As I tried to penetrate your lips, you grunted "no". As I pulled my
tongue back, I felt your follow. Quick darting motions at first, then strong,
deep thrusts. Your tongue wrestled with mine, forcing mine back and forth. I
lie there and enjoy being kissed like I have only dreamed. Your hands slowly
stopped moving across my chest. You then begin to suck on my ear lobe, again,
all I could do is lay there. I knew if I moved it would stop. It took every
ounce of control I could muster not to push you off of me and ravish you. I
heard soft moans from you as you move down to my neck. I too, was unable to
remain silent. As I began to sigh, you reached up from my chest and placed two
fingers to my lips. I thought it was a signal that I should remain silent.
However, you began to spread my lips with you fingers and slowly placed them in
my mouth until I began to suck on them. After a few seconds, you stopped kissing
me and removed your fingers. Making eye contact with me, you made sure I saw
where you placed your fingers, between your legs. As you resumed your hard
passionate kisses, I listened to your groaning as your hand stimulated the area
where I could only wish to touch. Moments later you halted your kisses, rolled
onto your back and continued moving your fingers in a stiff circular motion. I
watched the expressions on your face, those of ecstasy, mimicked by the sounds
of pleasure that you uttered. I watched as your breathing changed to short deep
gasps, as you arched your back, the motions of you hand between your legs, your
other hand grasp the sheets as if you were holding on for your life. In between
gasps, groans and small screams, I heard you say:
"Don't you...wish...this was...your...hand...Oh my, god!" You cried as your
orgasm flooded your body.
Once you regained your composure you locked your eyes with mine and raised the
two fingers that brought you to bliss and lowered them to you wet vagina. You
closed your eyes and made a small grunt as you slide them into yourself. You
opened your eyes and raised your eyebrows as if to say "don't you wish this was
you?" I watched as you moved them back and forth, and slide them out slowly. I
could see they were glistening with your juices. You reached over and in the
final tease, rubbed your moist fingers across my lips. Then with your evil
smile, you rolled over, facing away from me, as if I wasn't even there. The
smell of your juices on my lips was intoxicating as it had been almost a month
since I had smelled them. I lay there and imagined how wonderful it would taste
and just as I was opening my mouth, I heard your cold impassionate voice that
you have been using while teasing me.
"A couple of things, Brian. First, don't lick your lips; I am being nice enough
to let you smell me, but not enough for you to taste me. Second, I know your
dying to touch me, don't, not me or yourself."
"I understand." I stated with a note of disappointment in my voice.
"Oh and Brian?" you said softly as you rolled over and placed your arm across my
chest. "I have everything ready. I want you; I want you to be mine. Are you
ready?" You asked in a passionate tone unlike the disinterested tone of a few
minutes ago.
"Yes, I'm ready, I'm yours." I said quietly.
"Good, I can't wait to make you mine, Brian."
"Nor can I."
Chapter III - The Beginning of the Evening
Finally the month of waiting, anticipation, and frustration have come to an end.
At least I think so. I have no idea what you have thought up in the past few
weeks. If the teasing has been any indication, it will be a very interesting
night indeed. I have arrived at your place and after a few seconds of nervous
hesitation, I walk up to your door and knock. As you open the door I am taken
back by how beautiful you are. You are wearing a low cut black shirt with a
black mini skirt and white tights with black shoes. Simple clothes, yet they
accentuate your body so well. Of course you knew that I find the white tights
such a major turn-on. I look into your face and see that you have your hair
pulled back just a bit and just have to admire you. You move back just a step.
"Are you going to come in, or are you just going to stand there and drool?" You
ask, almost laughing.
"I'm sorry, you just look so beautiful tonight." I say as I walk inside. As you
close and lock the door you come up to me, stand on you tip toes and give me a
quick kiss.
"You don't look so bad in those jeans and that t-shirt ether."
"Well, thank you." I say with a smile and a blush.
"Your nervous, aren't you?"
"Yeah, a bit I guess." I admit, you just giggle. You walk away from me to get a
lighter and light the three scented candles that are around the room. Once that
is done you walk back over to me, smiling.
"What do you think of my outfit?" You ask as you twirl in a circle in front of
me.
"You look absolutely beautiful, I love the tights."
"Yup, I knew you would, and they are good for more than just something to look
at, don't you know?"
"Oh, how's that?" I ask.
"Guess you'll just have to wait and find out." You state with an evil giggle. "
I even had my nails done." I look down your freckled arm to see your short
nails that are now a deep blue. Another turn-on, you seem to know them all.
"Well, I feel underdressed now, after all the preparation you went through."
"Nope, just a bit overdressed."
"Why do you say that?" I ask
"Never mind, now, are you ready, Brian?"
"Yes, I am." I state in a firm voice to hide not only my anticipation, but also
my nervousness. I watch as you walk over to the light switch.
"Good "you say as the lights click out and the candles take over the
illumination. Walking back over to me I feel you grab my butt hard.
"Good, because your ass is mine now." You state through your teeth in and evil
yet playful tone.
Chapter IV - The Rules
"Now, I am going to explain the rules to you. You had better follow them at
all times. If you don't, you'll be punished or I may just decide to stop the
whole activity. I'll get to what all punishment entails in a moment." You
explain as you walk around me in a small circle.
"First rule, well, it's more of a statement. You are mine now. You are my slave,
Brian. I use the term "slave" because that's what you are now. You are my
properties, that bulge in those jeans, that is mine now. You cock is my toy to
play with."
"Second rule, needless to say, you will do what I say, when I say it." You state
in the cold tone that you seem to have perfected in the past few weeks.
"Third rule, you won't speak, unless spoken to, and when you do, you'll address
me as Mistress. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good, you're a quick learner." You say as you put you hand on my cheek.
"Fourth, this one shouldn't be too hard for you, you've had a lot of practice
recently. You wont touch me. Not unless I tell you too. You'll keep your hands
to yourself, when they aren't tied up." You state this fact while you stare up
into my face to observe my expression, which causes you to grin, that is
somewhere between playful and evil.
"Next, the word "no" is no longer in your vocabulary. If spoken or gestured,
there will be a price to pay for it. I don't think these rules are too harsh.
Now, do you agree with these rules, my little slave?"
"Yes, Mistress." I state, with some shock as to being called a slave. I am
beginning to believe that this may have been as much your fantasy as it was
mine.
"Good, because even if you didn't, it would be too late now."
You turn and begin to walk away, just a few steps and you turn and state:
"Oh! Did I forget to tell you the best rule of all? I make the rules. I can
change them anytime I like." You declare, followed by another one of your evil
little giggles.
Chapter V - Bare Realizations
After your last rule you begin to walk off. You walk toward the chair across
the room, moving in a sultry manner. I know that you're showing off your body,
swaying your hips, running you hand up and down your hip. Moving in such a way
that shows me every curve, which I can't touch. You turn once you reach the
chair and sit down. Leaning back, you slowly cross your legs at your knees,
moving almost in slow motion. I watch the white fabric expand and contract
across your legs.
What I wouldn't give right now to be sitting next to you, running the tips of my
fingers around your knee, up your thigh to the hem of your skirt, following it
over and running my fingers in a circle on the inside of your thigh.
"Pay attention to me now, Brian, not my legs." You utter as you rest you chin
in your hand, tapping your fingers on the arm of the chair.
"Yup, you overdressed. Strip, now, take off everything, including your watch.
I think that will be a new rule, you will be naked, unless I say otherwise."
As I begin to remove my shirt the thought of my punishment returns. I wonder
what exactly you have in mind. I sit down to remove my boots and socks,
wondering if its physical punishment. As I stand reaching for the buttons on my
jeans it crosses my mind that maybe its physiological. I have figured out over
the past month that you sure know how to tease. I think back over the past
month, how I haven't been able to have you. I look up out of the corner of my
eye as I continue unbuttoning. You have quite a grin on your face, this is
really exciting you. Just that though is enough to cause an erection just as I
slip out of my pants. It is impossible to miss underneath my boxers. This
causes me to blush to the shade of an apple. This does not go unnoticed by you,
as I here a small snicker. Once my boxers hit the floor, I look up to you, as
you give me another show of your legs in those tights. Standing up, you slowly
walk toward me; you extend a finger and place it on my chest. You begin to
circle me as you drag your finger across my body, from high on my chest to low
on my back, making circles, running it across whatever grabs your attention.
"Very nice. I know it must just be killing you, to be standing here with me
dressed like this and not being able to do anything about it. Not being able to
run your hand up and down my thigh, not being able to suck on my fingertips, not
being able to feel how my butt feels through these tights under my skirt. That's
part of being a slave. Its all about my pleasure, not yours. Yours doesn't
matter, nor does it concern me. Do you realize that? I know you haven't come
for almost a month now. That must just make this almost painful. Do you realize
the reason that you haven't come for so long now is because I haven't let you?
You have been my slave ever since the night that you suggested this. You didn't
realize that did you?" You sound as if you are about to burst into laughter at
any moment.
My mouth drops open a bit as I shake my head. It hits me. She's right. I have
been under her control ever since that night. I don't know which is worse, the
fact that she had control over me for so long or that I didn't even recognize
it.
"Uh-oh, are you shaking your head "no"? What did I say about that? Well, it
give me an opportunity to show you what I mean by punishment, so I'll let it
slide this time."
I'm not sure what that means. Am I in trouble or not? As I ponder this you walk
away back to your chair. This time you sit on the edge and don't cross your
legs.
"Come over here and lay across my lap, Brian." You say while motioning with a
blue fingertip toward you.
As I walk over toward you, I have a good idea what is in store for me. I walk up
to you and place myself across your legs, bracing myself with my arms against
the chair. I can feel my penis rub against your tights. I love how that feels
against my skin. However that thought dissipates with your next statement:
"This is the definition of punishment." With that, I feel you hand smack across
my butt. It stings, but I don't make a noise, thinking that if I do, you'll
smack me again. It doesn't matter, you continue with your spanking for a total
of ten smacks. My ass stings a bit after you finish. I wait for you to tell me I
can move.
"I can feel you cock on my thigh, Brian. I know you like how that feels. I
didn't give you permission for any pleasure. I think I'll teach you a lesson
while I have you here." You whisper in my ear.
I know another spank is coming. The anticipation is almost as bad as the pain in
my butt. Finally you deliver your swat. You put twice the force in it than you
did the others, you continue your spanking, I loose track of the number. I am
unable to control the shock, and a small grunt escapes me as I bite my lip.
"I think you learned your lesson, you may stand up now."
Chapter VI - Restraint
As I rise, I feel the throb in my butt. I don't dare rub it, or another spanking
may ensue. I notice you looking me over from head to toe. Your eyes stop for a
moment on my penis then fix on mine.
"You know, I have missed playing with my toy these last few weeks." You
announce as you extend the tips of you fingers so that your dark cobalt nails
are visible. Slowly you begin to stroke the painted tips the length of my penis.
Just your soft touch is enough to bring me to full erection. I don't reveal
that I have missed your touch as well, not only missed it but longed for it.
With your eyes locked on mine, you slowly move toward me. Gently, you touch
just the tip of me with your tongue and lips. The warm, moist sensation that
surrounds me as you take all of me into your mouth is almost a sensory overload.
Once you have me inside your mouth, I feel and hear a soft groan. You suck
tenderly for what seems an eternity, yet cannot be more that a few seconds. Then
as slow as you started you glide your tongue and lips back down me. A soft kiss
on the tip ends the month long boycott.
"That little taste was for my satisfaction, just so you know, not yours." You
say with a smile. "Now, I think it's about time to get you in a better position
so that I may enjoy myself more."
You stand and begin to walk away from me, looking over your shoulder, making
sure that I am watching every subtle move you make. Once you are several feet
from me you smile and say with a playful tone:
"Get on your knees, Brian."
As I move to accommodate you wish, I watch as with your back turned to me, you
start to bend over to unbuckle your shoe. I watch as your skirt climbs ever so
slightly up the back of you thigh, stopping just below you bottom. Your bottom,
you are making quite an effort to make sure that it is the object of my gaze.
As you unbuckle your first shoe, I can see that you're watching me through your
arms and legs. You attention switches to your other shoe as you unbuckle it.
Once you finish, you extend your thumb on your right hand and place it on you
ankle, your blue nail against your white covered skin. Slowly, you begin to
stand. As you do, you drag your thumb gradually up the side of your leg. Your
eyes alternate between your leg and my eyes. Once you reach the hem of your
skirt, you extend your thumb on your left hand as well and slide them both under
your skirt.
You seem to move in slow motion. The simplest tasks take minutes for you to
perform. I know that the main reason is my pleasure, if you can call it that.
The way in which you can draw out movements
With both thumbs under your skirt, you begin to lift it. Naturally, you do this
at an unhurried pace. It is obvious that you are aware of the effect that this
has on me. The least of which is the swelling between my legs. As the fabric of
you skirt climbs I am able to see the small blue panties that you have on under
your tights. Now that the top of your tights is visible, you place the tips of
your thumbs between your skin and the fabric. Sliding the tights down, you
wiggle your hips in such a way that I cannot miss your butt. As you slip out of
the tights, you bend over so that you can step out of them.
I look at your legs and glance at the point that they disappear under your
skirt. The point is only inches away from you butt. I think to myself, I imagine
my hands caressing your skin. I imagine the texture of your butt as I slowly run
my fingers over it, only to squeeze it firmly in my hand.
As you finish removing your tights, you stand, letting your skirt fall back into
place. Draping your tights over your arm you turn to me.
"You look like your in you own little world there." You state as you walk
closer. Stepping behind me, you whisper in my ear: " One were you would be
touching me, kissing me... fucking me." You move your head and again whisper
in my other ear. "Not a chance, not tonight." I can feel your warm breath on my
skin as you state this fact.
"In fact, I'm going to make it so you can't touch me. Its time for me to show
you what else my tights are good for. Put your hands behind your back, Brian."
As you say this I can feel the tickle of a fabric against my skin along my back.
I place my hands together, behind my back. I feel you grab my wrists and
forcefully move my arms into the position that you want. When you finish my arms
rest against each other, my palms almost to my elbows.
Suddenly I hear a smack of skin and feel a sting in my ass. I jolt from the
surprise.
"Don't move or you'll get another one like that." You whisper in my ear.
I cannot see what you are doing, but I can feel the material of the tights and
your fingers as you tie knots around my wrists and my arms just above my elbows.
As you do this, thoughts cross my mind. The thought of you tying me up, the
thought of being under your control. The notion of being your slave is enough to
create a painful swell between my legs. Within a few moments the sensations
behind me cease. It is followed by the sound of rustling clothing. Unexpectedly
a streak of blue fabric is dropped in front of my eyes, as my eyes focus I am
able to determine that the object happens to be the panties you were wearing
earlier. You wouldn't even allow me the enjoyment of watching you remove them.
You wave them in front of my face a few times then drop them. They catch on my
erect penis. You notice this as you walk around me. The delight this chance
event gives you is obvious as you place you hand on my cheek and bend over, with
your face inches from mine.
" Aww, those look so cute on you!" You say in a silly voice. " Maybe I'll
have to see what you look like with them all the way on."
"You know, maybe I was wrong about one of the rules, maybe you should be
allowed to touch me." You say as you walk around and stand in front of me. You
spin around; bending over just a bit so you butt is right in my face.
"Go ahead, touch me, feel how soft my ass is, feel how wet my pussy is for you."
You say in a soft alluring voice.
My heart skips a beat. Finally, after a month without the sensations your body
provides, I will be able to touch you. It seems to good to be true.
It is. Without thinking I begin to move my arms in front of me, when I am unable
to do so I recall the restraints. I pull harder, feeling the fabric of your
tights give just a bit. You wiggle your ass right in front of me, teasing. I
wrestle with the tights, pulling in different directions. My fingers fumble for
knots to loosen, and are unable to find them. I pull harder, with no result.
However you have done it, I cannot get untied.
"Oh wait, your all tied up, aren't you? Too bad." You giggle. " I'm glad that
I can make it so you cant get loose though."
Chapter VII - Your Pleasure
Your giggles ring in my ears. That was quite a cruel trick; you really seem to
have a knack for this. You straighten up, turn around and stand as close to me
as you can.
"I'm really enjoying this, but I want more." You lift your skirt.
"All for my pleasure." You whisper. "Enough preparation, Brian. Pleasure me."
I look to see you have shaved your pubic hair into a small strip that surrounds
your vagina. My mouth begins to water, as I can smell your sweet musky scent.
You don't wait for me to start, as you grab the back of my head and force my
face into you. I begin to kiss you around the small patch of hair. I feel your
fingers tighten on the back of my head, signifying you want more than just small
kisses. I open my mouth and begin to suck at your outer lips. Without thinking
I try to move my hand forward so that I can spread them and lick deeper. I feel
the tension of your tights on my wrists and almost loose my balance. You place
a hand on my shoulder to steady me. I feel your skirt resting on the top of my
head. I tilt my head back slightly and begin to lick and suck at your clit. I
hear you moan ever so slightly at this. As I have repositioned my head the
fabric of you're skirt rolls of my head, into my eyes acting as a blindfold. My
cock becomes hard again at the sound of your moans, as it always does. You
remove your hand from my shoulder and place it between your legs to spread your
pussy wider. The hand on the back of my head repositions my face so that I may
lick deep within you. I relish the sensations and flavor that I have missed for
almost a month now. I continue thrusting my tongue into you and swallowing your
juices as they flow across my face. I savor your sweet musky taste in my mouth.
Your fingers begin to come together over your clit as you release your outer
lips. You move your fingers in a rhythmic circular motion, and I gather your
goal is orgasm. Within moments your moans intensify, and your fingers increase
their movement. As your orgasm begins, you force my head harder into your mound
in such a way that your juices cover my nose, mouth, and chin. Your moans become
cries of pleasure in between your labored breathing. As your fingers bring you
to orgasm, the hand on the back of my head moves my face so that your juices
flow over my entire face. You grind yourself into me so that not a spot on my
face is left untouched. As you regain your composure, you step back, letting
your skirt fall back into place. Grasping my chin you lift my head so that my
eyes meet yours.
"That was incredible, my little slave. I'll bet you enjoyed that almost as much
as I did. Your pleasure will come at a price though." You bring your face
closer to mine, your eyes glancing over my face. Turning my head side to side,
you examine every inch and begin to giggle again. I realize that you are looking
over your juices glistening on my face.
"I got that all over your face. We're just going to let that dry. That sticky
mess will begin to become an irritant in about ten minutes. I don't think I'm
going to clean it off ether. Now as pleasurable as that was, I'm not satisfied.
I need to grab a couple of things then we can continue."
As you walk off, I contemplate your last statement. I realize my face will
begin to itch within the next ten minutes. I can lick my lips, but your juices
cover most of my face. There will be nothing I can do about that. I have no
idea how I am going to ether itch or remove the sticky fluid. You return as
these thoughts run through my head. I see you are holding a down comforter
under your arm. . In your left you hold a pink dildo and a smaller silver
vibrator. I wonder how you expect me to use it on you with both my arms tied
behind me. You drop the blanket next to me on the floor as you move to the
coffee table. You set both items down and walk back to me.
Chapter VII - Your Satisfaction
You kneel down next to me and spread the blanket in a small square next to me.
You then look at my erect penis. You grab it firmly and look into my eyes.
"I know it's been almost a month since you have had any satisfaction. I don't
know how you did it. I couldn't have, I didn't." You mutter with an evil grin,
releasing me you nudge me just a bit to the point where I lose my balance and
fall onto the comforter.
"Get seated Brian." You say as you walk back to the chair and sit down. It takes
several minutes of movement in awkward positions, but with some difficulty I am
able to get into a sitting position on the blanket.
"Nope, there was no way I was going to go a whole month without satisfaction. So
I had to take it upon myself. Let me show you how."
With that, you also give me a wink. You walk gracefully to the center of the
room and place your hands on your hips. You extend the index finger on your
right hand, showing me the shimmer of the blue paint on the tip. You slowly
place it in your mouth and remove it. You then place it at the top of your
cleavage and run down your breasts, until it is under your shirt. With that
finger you pull your shirt forward and look underneath the fabric. Raising your
head, you quickly raise your eyebrows, as if to silently say: 'They look good
and you can't touch them.' Letting the shirt snap back into place you put your
hands at the bottom of your shirt and leisurely remove it. This reveals your
beautiful breasts, held in place by a black lace bra. My cock grows painfully
hard again. I only seem to notice this with each new erection. I cannot tell
whether the grin on your face is from noting my arousal or from the fact I am
tied up. You throw your shirt at me, hitting me in the face. It falls to the
floor. You reach behind your back and unsnap your bra. You gently remove it
and let it fall to the floor in front of you. You run your fingertips along
your back, under your arms, to your breasts. You cup them for a moment. I
cannot help but think to myself how I wish it were my hands holding them.
Releasing them you slide your hands back to your hips and reach behind you to
unzip your skirt. I hear an unhurried zip, followed by gravity taking control
of your skirt. You shake your head and smile, knowing that I must be beside
myself with envy at this point. Turning away from me, you bend over the coffee
table and grasp the dildo. You look over your shoulder again, and motion your
eyes toward your body. With you bent over, your pussy is visible. I notice the
gleam of your juices increasing. You stand back up, walk to the edge of your
chair and sit down, leaning back and spreading your legs. I had no idea you
could have this much control over me, let alone utilize it as you have. You set
your dildo on your abdomen and extend your index fingers on each hand. You hold
them up to show me that they are painted blue. I recognize the fact you plan on
taking every opportunity to tease me. With each finger, you trace circles
around each nipple. Closing your eyes and with an expression of bliss you pinch
and twist your nipples until they are hard. For several moments you play with
your nipples, licking your fingers, twirling them around the tips of each
breast. Opening your eyes, you look down at each breast then look me in the eyes
and lick your lips. Knowing full well that right now, I want one of them in my
mouth. I have missed the sensation of your nipple becoming erect in my mouth,
the sensation of your areola, growing firm under my tongue. Your eyes say one
thing. "You can look, but you cannot touch." Leaning back in your chair, you
look at me for a moment, expressionless. Grasping your dildo, you bring the
base to your mouth. You rudely stick your tongue out at me then place it
against the base of your toy. You the gradually lick your way to the top. With
your eyes fixed on mine again, you suck on the tip of the phallus in the same
fashion you did with my cock earlier. You close your eyes, open your mouth
wider and begin to move the dildo in and out, deeply in your mouth. I bite my
lip to try to control my emotions, knowing what that must feel like. Removing
the wet phallus from your mouth, you place it between your legs. You open your
pussy with your other hand. Inserting just the first few inches, you open your
eyes to make sure my attention is focused on you. I see you bite you lip, close
your eyes and thrust the remaining portion into yourself. This swift action
causes you to make a noise that resembles a groan, a sigh, and a scream. I
watch as you begin to rhythmically penetrate yourself.
"Oh my god, Brian, I love the feel of my rubber cock inside of me. I know you
wish this cock were yours." You say in between gasps.
I watch you reach over to the table. When your hand returns to view, I see that
you are holding the silver vibrator your brought in with you. You pause your
motions long enough to turn your new toy on. Once you resume your penetrations,
you place the tip on the area of your clit. You bring yourself to the point of
climax then remove the vibrator and stop your thrusts. You lift up on you dildo
without removing it and place your vibrator at the edge of your pussy. You
twirl the tip in the copious amount of fluid that glistens from your pussy.
Removing the vibrator, you place one foot up on a nearby footstool. Doing this,
you bring your anus into view. I am stunned at your next action, not as much as
I am aroused. Lowering the vibrator, you gently insert the tip in to your ass.
You shriek and squirm in delight of this new sensation. You resume your thrust
with your dildo and gasp at each one. Within several minutes, you bring
yourself to an orgasm with a force that I have not seen before. As you begin to
catch your breath, you gently remove the vibrator from your bottom. You give a
heavy moan as your remove it completely, as it no doubt caused as much of an
enjoyable sensation as it did entering. After turning it off and setting it
down, you remove your pink dildo, again with a groan. You return it to the
coffee table and look at me.
"Now that was satisfying." You say in a winded voice. "Satisfaction my goal
tonight. I think you will be able to satisfy that." You tell me. "By the way,
how's your face doing?"
I had been lost in your activity and the sensation had gone unnoticed, until
now. I now note a dried, itching sensation over my face. I try to move my arm,
with out result. I shake my head, as if that would help. You walk behind me and
give me a forceful smack on my ass. We both know that I was not trying to say
'no', you are just showing off your dominance.
Chapter IX - Your Fantasy
. "I think its time I revealed my fantasy."
You assist me to my feet. I am a bit unstable as my legs are cramped and my
balance unsteady. You walk me backwards and sit me on the edge of the chair in
which you gave your earlier display. You walk over to the coffee table and pick
up your pink dildo. You play with it in your hands, running it up and down your
body as you walk toward me.
"You see, Brian, it is my desire to force my man to become, for lack of a better
term, my bitch." You state.
Those words ring through my ears, and a twinge of shock and panic grip me.
"This is a role reversal. I know this very unnerving and uncomfortable to you.
That of course is part of the fun, for me, that is." You declare in an evil
voice. "I will explain it to you to set you a little more at ease."
"This is my cock." You explain, holding the dildo in front of me. "Just like
this one is yours." You say while fondling me. "Well, it was yours, now its
mine, too." You say with a smile.
"Although I obviously don't have a sense of touch with this, it does provide me
pleasure by other methods. You know how enjoyable it is to watch your cock
slide in and out of my mouth; it is the same for me. We are going to start by
having you give me a blowjob. You are going to give me head, not some guy." You
bend over, with your lips next to my ear. "Remember, you can't say no, even if
you could, I would still force you. Simply because I have the power, and
because, believe it or not, you will enjoy this."
"Oh, and after my blowjob, I'm going to take your virginity."
The fear and shock still grip me. The information you have just declared
reverberates in my head. I'm not sure what you mean by that last statement, but
I have an idea. I quickly review my options. In less than a second I realize I
have none. There is no way to get out of this. Even if I should try, I know
that I will still end up performing oral sex on your dildo. Just before you
speak again your last sentence comes back to me. I may enjoy this. I find this
difficult to believe. I know in my heart that you wouldn't do anything to hurt
me, also. I appreciate the fact that I have no choice. I am yours.
"So then, Brian, what is it going to be? Are you going to try this? Or, do I
make you?"
I slowly open my mouth in submission.
"Good boy."
You place the pink toy between your legs, with the base against your soft mound.
Slowly you walk closer to me. I can't help but be disconcerted by the fact that
you plan to make me suck on your dildo. You grasp my chin and force my mouth
open. You bring your phallus to the edge of my mouth. With just the tip, you
circle my lips. It is still heavy with your scent. I feel the hard rubber as you
move from my upper lip to my lower. After a few swipes around my lips you
decide that you've had enough of your teasing. You withdraw just a bit. The
smile on your face is hard to miss. With your mouth, you motion for me to open
mine. I comply; I know I don't have a choice at this point. You slide the first
bit into my mouth. The taste is hard to describe. A mix of rubber or latex and
of course you, as it was inside of you not too long ago. You slide the toy
further into my mouth. It is hard to move my tongue; my mouth is bulging with
your rubber cock.
"Oh, Brian." You sigh. "You look so cute sucking my cock. I can only imagine
how this feels when I do this to you."
I am not sure how to feel. I look down and see the pink phallus coming out from
my mouth, your mound only a few inches away from my nose. I look up; you have a
constant smile, as if you can feel the moistness around your toy. I try to
remember that this is just an extension of you. I begin to suck on your cock as
if it were your nipple. This sensation is transmitted through the hard rubber
to your pussy.
"Oh, yes, suck on me. Suck my cock, slave." You moan.
I begin to imagine that this is really just a part of you. Its not that hard to
do, the taste, aside from the semi-rubber flavor, is just like that of you
vagina. You have completely covered this in your juices and their strong flavor
remains. I have always loved how you have tasted; this is just a new way of
enjoying that. I close my eyes and give in to the fact that this is a part of
your body in my mouth. I begin to move my tongue over your cock. I pull my head
back a bit then forward, sliding it deeper in my mouth. I emulate motions that
you have made while sucking my cock. As I always do while I am sucking on a
part of your body, I begin to moan, lightly at first. The sensations of my
moans are transmitted through the toy directly to your mound.
"Mmm, you have a knack for this, slave, this feels wonderful. Time to move onto
bigger and better things though." You state as you withdraw your toy from my
mouth.
Chapter X - My Virginity
" Tonight you're going to lose your virginity. This will be just like a girl
losing hers. It hurts at first, and then it's uncomfortable to have something in
your body. That will give way to pleasure." You bring your mouth next to my
ear. "I know you don't believe me yet, but eventually, you will be begging me to
give it to you." You murmur softly. "Wait here while I get some things." I
watch as you leave. The thought of this is a little disconcerting to me still.
I doubt that I will ever be asking for this either.
You return a moment later with a large pillow clutched to your chest, I can see
a bulge inside the pillowcase, and I can imagine what is in there. You empty it
into the chair, behind my back. You then walk over to where the comforter has
been lying and spread it out completely. You lay the pillow on the blanket. You
then look up at me, smiling and biting your lower lip, you nod for me to come
over to you. I stand and walk to you.
"Lay down length wise across this pillow." You command. I kneel down next to
you. As I do, you reach behind me and untie my arms. I then lay on the pillow as
you have told me; it is quite a large pillow running from my chest just past my
groin. Before I can do anything with my arms you have tied a knot around one
wrist with you tights, slung it around a leg of your coffee table and begin
tying my other wrist.
"You didn't think that you were going to get out of being tied up now did you?"
you smile and state with a slight sarcastic tone.
My arms are now stretched out in front of me, tied to the table. There is just
enough slack in the tights so that I am unable to pull the table closer and
unable to get even my elbows under me. Once again I am at your mercy. As I
listen to the rustling of your preparation, thoughts begin to cross my mind. The
thought of being completely yours crosses my mind again. As does the thought of
having you do something to me that I may not want. I am yours. I am your slave.
I am about to become your bitch. These thoughts begin sink in. Then the thought
of you ravishing me as I would you comes to me, it is an arousing thought. The
thought of you doing what you will with me causes a swell between my legs. I
roll a bit on the pillow to accommodate my erection, which doesn't go unnoticed
by you. As your grasp my cock firmly, you whisper in my ear.
"Oh, is my bitch getting a little horny? I told you, you would be asking for
this." You stand up and walk in front of me; you are now wearing black leather
strap with a dildo attached.
"Now I am going to give it to you." You say as you walk behind me. I feel you
kneel down between my legs. You run your hand up along my spine and lay across
my back. I can feel you dildo, your cock, poking me in one of my butt cheeks.
"One last little thing, I can't have you making too much noise. So, open your
mouth."
As I open my mouth to comply I see a red ball with two leather straps attached
to it. It's a ball gag. Before I can close my mouth you have place the gag at
my lips and tugged hard enough so that the ball fills my mouth. I can feel the
straps tightening around the back of my head. Once the motion has stopped, I try
to force the ball out of my mouth. I am unable to budge it.
"Oh, don't even try to spit it out, it's in there to stay." You state
matter-of-factly.
"Your ass is going to be my pussy. But your pussy doesn't get wet like mine
does, so we need to fix that." I hear a squirt of what sounds like some sort of
lubricant "This is going to feel cold and different." You state.
I feel your finger as it passed between my cheeks, I can feel the chill of the
lubricant as it slides toward its goal. I feel the tip of your finger just at
my anus. Then with one swift thrust you slide your finger into me. The
unexpected shock makes me jump. You move your finger in a circle inside of me,
while sliding in and out.
"Ohh, a little jumpy huh? I know my finger isn't what you wanted, but don't
worry, you'll get the real thing here in just a minute. I just have to get you
wet first." You say in a teasing voice. You withdraw your finger, spread my
legs wider and position yourself. I can feel the cold phallus just at my anus.
You bring your mouth next to my ear.
"I have to have you now. Its time for me to make you my bitch." You state in a
lusty voice.
"Just relax, don't fight it." You tell me.
I feel the tip of the dildo enter my ass. You slowly push what feels like the
first inch into me. It is cold and uncomfortable.
"This is going to hurt a bit." You begin to whisper, but before you finish the
word 'hurt', you slide the remaining length of your cock into me. My ass erupts
in pain. I try to yell for you to take it out. The gag muffles my cries. I try
to wiggle out from underneath it, but I am unable to as I am lying under you. I
continue to yell through the gag. I try to pull my hands toward me to get them
underneath me; I am still bound with your white tights. I can't support myself,
let alone reach back to remove your toy.
"Shhh, quiet, give it a minute. It will go away, I promise. Bite the ball until
it does, just lay still." You calmly state in a soothing voice, as you run your
fingernails up and down my back.
I listen to you. I stop moving; try to relax, stop yelling and start chewing on
the gag, fighting the pain. I lay there for several minutes. Shortly the pain
begins to dissipate. Now I just feel the fullness of your cock inside of me. It
is a completely different sensation then what I have ever felt before. A few
more minutes pass and the pain continues to subside. You notice that I have
begun to relax.
"Its stopped hurting, hasn't it?" you ask quietly as you wiggle you hips, moving
the phallus inside of me.
I nod that it has.
"I told you it would, this is where it becomes enjoyable."
You begin slow rhythmic movements sliding your rubber cock in and out of me. It
becomes a pleasurable sensation as you withdraw it, a relief of the intrusion
into me. As you push back into me a feeling of fullness with a twinge of pain
envelops me. The pain is a sensation that difficult to describe, it that sort
of a pain that occurs after strenuous activity. A good pain. You increase the
frequency of your movements and the forcefulness of your penetrations.
"You like that Brian, don't you?" You whisper.
I nod that I do.
"Of course you do, you're a good little bitch." You state with a quick smack to
my butt. "Now you know what its like for the first time. It gets better each
time." You tell me. "This will not be the last time, ether." You whisper.
I shiver at the thought. My penis stings as it swells at the thought of you
making me yours.
"My little slave likes the sound of that, I see." You declare as you hand
slides around my hip and grasps my penis. This only excites you more as you
grind harder into me. You stop, slowly pull back and wait for a moment. You
grasp the strap of the gag so that I have to face forward. Then, suddenly, you
thrust into me again while pulling on the gag. I groan in pleasure. Now instead
of a steady, constant rhythm, you begin a series of sporadic thrust, followed by
a long pause. The anticipation of your penetration has now become as exciting as
the actual sensation.
"Mmm, you look so cute with my dildo in your ass." You sigh. "You enjoy being my
little slave, don't you?"
I nod.
"Good, you're going to be my little slave from now on, aren't you?" You ask me
softly.
Again, I nod
"Very good, I thought as much. You have been such a good slave for me tonight. I
think it's been long enough. You have suffered and served very well. Just
remember, that since you are now mine, this next task is now mine to control
completely." You tell me. "I am giving you permission to come." You whisper
in my ear.
Those two separate thoughts run through my mind. The thrill, that after a
month, I will be able to come and the relief and pleasure that will come a long
with that. At the same time the feeling of excitement and uncertainty that will
come along with that.
"Grind yourself into the pillow your laying on until you come. I know that after
a month, you wanted something more than that. Just remember that, now, its up
to me how this gets used, because it is mine, not yours any more." You firmly
state as you slide your hand around and grasp my cock and squeeze tightly. I
catch myself in mid-thought. It's not my cock that you're grasping, it's yours
now. With that I begin to slowly move myself against the pillow. You wiggle
your hips side to side, reminding me that your dildo is still inside of me. As
I push into the pillow, you pull your hips back, almost to the point of
withdrawing the phallus. I pull my hips back to push again into the pillow, as I
do, you forcefully thrust into me. The sensation of thrusting myself against
you cock and stimulating mine at the same time is incredible. The feeling is
indescribable. As I push harder into the pillow, you thrust harder as I pull
back. The sensation is overwhelming. I begin to move faster, only to have the
speed of your thrusts match mine. The stimulation is too intense, I am unable to
control myself and after a few moments I begin to groan through the gag.
"Oh, yes, my little slave, come for me." You shout. This is followed by several
hard spanks. " Come with my cock in your ass, like a good bitch." I feel you
grasp my hips and grind into me as hard as you can. This movement grinds into
you just as much as it does to me, and I hear you begin to orgasm. With that I
can hold back no more. I have the most forceful orgasm I have ever had. I feel
my cock explode with what feels like a river onto the pillow as I yell against
the gag in my mouth. I am lost in the moment, which seems to last forever. When
it subsides, I am out of breath, I feel my heart race, and I feel my cock
continue pulsating with come that has been stored for more than a month now. I
feel you with draw your dildo from me and lay across my back.
"Fantasy has met reality with amazing results. Thank you for sharing this with
me. I think fantasy will overlap with reality more often, Brian, my little
slave.
