I had just gotten out of field hockey practice. Exhausted, I brushed my long, red tresses from my face as I walked to the shower, leaving a trail of clothes behind—cleats, shirt, shin guards, bra, and panties were strewn in order of their removal on the floor. I felt good after completing such a hard practice, and laid on the bathroom floor to stretch before showering. I felt good, yes, but somewhat restless. Spending so much time with girls made me crave male companionship, and my thoughts turned to sex, as they did so often. The opposite sex is my weakness. I like to think of myself as a goal-oriented, driven person who avoids having to depend on anyone else, but my tremendous sex drive has gotten in the way of my being totally self-reliant. I have failed tests, even gotten speeding tickets, because my thoughts were on being fucked.
People who know me know this side of me to an extent. They do not know that I have an S&M fetish. Something about the thought of losing control, being powerless, is certain to soak my pussy. I have not told anyone this, mainly because it hasn't come up and I don't feel as though many would understand. I have hinted at it to my boyfriend in an effort to make him take the initiative with it, but he hasn't caught on. As I lay on the floor, stretching my calf over my head, my thoughts turned to sex. I opened a drawer and took out a dog-eared copy of a book with my all-time favorite S&M passage, flipped easily to the worn page, and slipped my hand down to my already dripping pussy. I suppose I was so involved in my fantasy that I failed to notice my boyfriend enter the room and stand over me as I nearly reached orgasm.
"You never told me this type of stuff turned you on," he said. I cried out, surprised at his presence.
"I tried to… hint it at you," I said. I could feel my face burning with embarrassment, but I was intensely horny at the same time. I looked at him for a reaction. He had finished reading the passage over my shoulder, and I saw his pants bulging.
"Do you want me to do these things to you?" he asked, in a commanding voice I had never heard from him before.
"Y..yes," I stammered, still in shock. He told me to follow him into my bedroom, where he had my lay down on the bed. He stepped back and watched me for a few moments. I had never felt so… naked in all my life, but the effect was extremely erotic. He left the room and reappeared with several things, but I couldn't see what they were. He stepped towards the bed, ran his fingers lovingly through my hair, and tied a blindfold on me. I was already breathing huskily, making little moans. I felt him trace his hand down the angle of my jaw, across my neck, making me shiver, down my stomach, pausing to flick my belly ring, and as he moved lower, I couldn't help but rock my small hips up to meet him. He pulled his hand away.
"You are mine, do you hear me?" he said. "You will not move or do anything unless I say you can." I heard him lick his lips. "If you do anything like that again, I'll punish you."
"Yes…" I whispered.
"Yes master," he corrected harshly, pinching my nipple for effect. Its mix of pain and pleasure sent shivers throughout my entire body. I almost wanted to defy him if this was the result. He continued moving his hand towards my pussy.
"Spread your legs," he ordered, and I obeyed. A rush of cum accompanied his command, and I could sense he was pleased. I felt his finger trace along my pussy lips. He licked a finger and rubbed it lightly against my clit. The roughness of his hands against the sensitive mound was delicious. He kept going until it was nearly tortuous; I needed him inside me.
