The following is a work of fiction. It is based on a long standing fantasy and inspired by a certain
Miss
who
Intrigues
me to no end. All comments and suggestions are welcomed.
I had never met her, but I knew her so well. We had communicated via the internet for some time, and the amazing way our minds melded together during our long “chats” was nothing short of amazing.
She had come to realize and appreciate her predilection towards the dominatrix inside her, and for my part, I was just discovering the submissive soul within.
We would carry on these long discussion via email or chat engines that would carry on for days. Sometimes we talked about pop culture, or politics, or music, or history. But my favorite conversations by far were the ones we had about sex and the dom/sub relationship. We would break it down beyond the surface and really explore what steered someone towards one or the other, and further what made some people embrace the life style, while others ran from their own desires. We would exchange emails for days discussing how freeing it was to break down the barriers and give in to the carnal desire that threatened to burn so hot as to consume a person.
On a hot, muggy, summer night, I shut down my computer, and turned off the light. The windows were open and a slight breeze blew threw the room, cooling my skin where the sweat glistened and ran down my body. I had been composing an email to … lets call her Karen. I had espoused my belief that we should meet. That our conversations had reached a point where we would have to explore our interests in person if we were to take it “to the next level” I hadn’t heard from her in a few days, but that wasn’t uncommon. The real world often applies its own restrictions on how involved a person can be with their virtual lives.
I stood and looked down at my damp skin. Wearing only a pair of boxers in order to beat the heat, I had still worked up quite a sweat just sitting and thinking of Karen and all the things we could do together were we to actually meet.
Without thought, I bent and stripped my shorts from my body. As I stepped out of them, I knelt on the floor. Moonlight bathed my body as it streamed through the window. In my minds eye, I was kneeling before Karen. Head bent in supplication, awaiting her command. I could almost hear her telling me to lean forward and kiss her feet. The delicate bones of her foot underneath my wanting tongue. I could imagine her directing me to bathe her with my tongue, and I knew I would readily agree Spending minutes, hours, using only my mouth and fingers to explore her body.
In my fantasy, she would be dressed in cutoff jean shorts with a black, lace, bodice above.
Karen would have me remove her clothes. Teasing me by making me do it slowly.
In the real world, my firmly erect cock swayed in the moonlight as my fantasy played out in my mind.
After having me service her, I imagine Karen directing me to the bed. She has me lay down and she ties me to the four corners of the bed with silken scarves.
As I begin to envision all that follows, my hand, unbidden, begins to stroke my straining cock. As I kneel in the moonlight, fantasizing about this amazing woman and all the things we could do together, I orgasm, and cum harder than I ever thought possible.
Jets of warm jism shoot up onto my belly and chest as I revel in the thought of being with Karen in real life.
We have discussed this before, so I know I am not mistaken in my belief that if she were here, Karen would direct me to wipe the cum from my body with my fingers, and feed myself slowly. The taste of my sweat mixed with my hot semen is so erotic that my cock jerks and I cum once more.
I lay on the floor, in the light of the moon, and just luxuriate in thoughts of my internet mistress.
Eventually I rouse from my erotic musings and make my way to my bedroom. The light from the waning moon is more than enough to see by so I do not turn the lights on.
I make my way to the bathroom by feel alone, I run a nice hot shower and step in.
In the murky darkness of my shower, I close my eyes and soap my body, all the while thinking of Karen. When my soapy hands move down to my rod, which has once again become painfully erect, I begin stroking my cock to thoughts of Karen riding my prone body. I know from our conversations, that she would not allow me to cum until she was ready, so I restrain my self from reaching orgasm. Doing what I know she would want brings me great pleasure, and as I turn off the water and step out of the shower, I am proud and happy that I am a good sub.
I towel off and lay down upon my bed. I sleep on a bare sheet. I like to sleep nude, and because I rarely use the A/C, I don’t use any covers during the summer months.
I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep, my body clean and my desires satiated, for now.
3:00 a.m.
I am pulled from my slumber by a slight rustling noise. I lay still and quiet, unmoving in the semi darkness.
I hear a scratching noise, and a small flame erupts at the foot of my bed. Flame meets wick as candles are being lit all around my bedroom. I watch through half lidded eyes, at first unsure if I am truly awake or dreaming. After I begin to feel the temperature in my already over warm bedroom rise, I realize I am not asleep, but I remain still as I need to figure out what is going on before I move.
A dark figure moves about my room quietly, lighting candles in a slow methodical way. Finally, when twenty or so candles are lit, the figure turns towards my bed.
The orange glow of the candles reveals soft, shoulder length blonde hair and a slim figure. This night time intruder is clothed in black, and the garment appears to be thin or made of lace, as I see hints of skin here and there. Shadow obscures the face of my visitor as he, or she, begins to move towards me.
I suddenly feel completely vulnerable, lying naked as I am on a bare sheet. My shaved balls draw up tight against my body in some instinctual defense posture. My cock too shrinks up tight to my now sweating groin area.
I take stock of my surroundings, and realize I am lying spread eagle on my back, as defenseless as can be in my unclothed state.
I try to draw my arms and legs towards my body as I begin to turn on my side. I am trying to maintain my ruse of sleep, but it is no use.
As I turn, my arm and leg refuse to obey my body’s command. It takes about two seconds for my mind to come to grips with the fact that I am tied down! My arms and legs are securely fastened to the four corner posts of my bed by some sort of very soft cloth. The cloth is so soft in fact, that until I tried to move, I had not even known I was restrained.
My intruder speaks for the first time. “Uh-uh”, a feminine sounding voice. “You will not move unless I tell you to. And then you will only move as I allow, and only in the way I desire”
I had never heard this voice before, but I knew exactly who it was. Karen!! She had finally come to me. That is why I was unable to reach her for the last few days.
Instantly, my body’s defense mechanisms relax and my shrunken cock begins to rise to its full stature.
As my visitor notes this, she reaches down and grabs my cock and squeezes…hard.
“THIS you will keep under control unless I say other wise” she says sternly.
Amazingly, my body is so in tune with my submissive side that my burgeoning erection wilts until my penis is laying on my abdomen, as docile as I.
“How shall I begin?” Karen says.
She leans over me and I see her face for the first time in real life. She is even more beautiful than I had imagined. I had seen her pictures of course, but had no idea that the mere sight of her face could have such an effect on me. My heart races, my blood pounds through my body like a raging river.
