Learning to Let Go is an 8 part continuous series; so if you were naughty and skipped ahead I urge you to start at the beginning or the following may make little sense.
Welcome to Part 7.
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2005
"So... am I allowed to talk?" I asked Nikki as she stood over me.
"Of course." I tested the leather straps to see how strong they felt, and
very strong
was the answer.
"Do I have to call you Mistress?" She just laughed at my innocence.
"Call me what the fuck you like, Yoshi. I doubt you'll be able to make it a... consideration once we get started."
Fuck
. That didn't sound good, but my cock twitched hard. "You seem to have a lot of pre-conceived ideas about fetish play?"
"Just what I've heard, Nikki. This is all new to me." She rubbed her hands together, and bounced up onto her tip toes with unconcealed glee.
"Oh, I can tell, don't worry." She looked really girlie then and the whole thing wouldn't quite sit in my brain straight. I had no doubt this was going to be an experience I'd not be able to forget in a hurry. Everything was geared up for her to work whatever magic was in her mind; how the light shone down on me, that there was a fucking large mirror in front of me, the way the seat of the chair was slightly too long forcing my hips forward. It was... It was a
fucking ambush
was the response my tactically trained mind said back to my senses. But I
wanted
it this way and I could not fathom why.
"You don't have to wear a PVC corset then?" I said not sure if I wanted her in one, but my nerves got the better of me and I found myself talking for the sake of it.
"No, silly. But you think my being naked is not enough Yoshi?"
"Now I didn't fucking say that." Nikki walked off and I chided myself for opening my big mouth.
Keep it shut or you'll find yourself in even hotter water
I thought to myself, before my imagination echoed back;
but maybe you want that dipshit?
Thirty seconds later Nikki returned wearing only two items; a pair of glasses and military cap - a Soviet army
praporshchik
'
s
cap my mind noted for the sake of it. This made her look incredibly hot, and again, I was reminded of how talented she was at this.
"You like?" She pulled the cap down slightly on an angle and posed with her hands on her hips for me.
"How did you..."
"Know? It's in your photography Yoshi. Every time we had models in, you always wanted the one wearing glasses. And
every
time we got to use props you'd always be standing there holding a fucking hat. The military theme I'm taking an educated guess at." I swallowed, she was good and she knew it. I adored how Nikki catered for my own taste, how she could tell the full on dominatrix wasn't for me; but how these two simple accessories would drive me wild. It also highlighted I was totally out-classed here, and I was really going to get a lesson. She walked forward and dropped to her knees in front of my chair and licked her lips. "Now, let's see what's in these shorts."
The atmosphere changed a little then and I could tell she wanted to up the ante but was holding back for my sake. Her hand snaked up the leg and very gently explored my body, taking her time to find my shaft; only briefly brushing against it now and then teasingly.
"You're so
very
hard Yoshi." She smiled wickedly. "Can I see it?"
"You're in charge here Ma'am." I replied as evenly as I could.
"Hmm yes. Aren't you a good boy for allowing me to be?" Nikki said rhetorically and put her hands on the waistband and began to peel my shorts down. She folded the front down first and my cock sprang out in front of her. "Very nice." She commented before tugging my shorts all the way down to my ankles causing them to pop several stitches. "Mm much better. What a tempting sight you are young man?" Her elbows rested on the wood between my legs and she placed her chin on both of her hands, taking in the sight of me which made me feel awkward I guess. I recognized her expression as one I probably wore every time I had a girl laid out in front of me, lustful and predatory. The only difference was that Nikki was in no hurry at all; where I would be eager to get my hands on my partners flesh.
"I'm glad you like it Nikki." I said a little awkwardly.
"Oh I
do
! All this
muscle
... I don't know what to do with it really. Most of my clients aren't as... focused on their body as you."
"It's a by-product Nikki; I have a physically demanding job. I'm not a fucking gym rat."
"Sure, sure." She wasn't listening at all, just looking at my body thoughtfully.
"You've got a nice cock; anyone tell you that?"
"It's been said." She folded her arms and leaned on the chair and fixed her eyes onto mine, the hat and glasses framing her face in what I found to be incredibly erotic posture.
"I don't suck client's cock's y'know?"
Oh for fuck sake
I thought
this is all a tease? Shit.
"I didn't realize I'd become a paying customer Nikki?" She smiled a genuine little smile, amused.
"I didn't mean you were. I just meant it's not part of what I do professionally. I want to clarify this - what we do now - isn't the same. It's different for me too."
"I don't care either way so long as you do something with it." I joked, nodding at my hard dick.
"Like sucking it for you, Yoshi?" She said quietly.
"Yeah."
"Stroking it?"
"Yes Nikki."
"You want to have your cum on my hands, my lips, Yoshi?"
"Fucking yes!"
This was driving me nuts. I wanted her to start this so badly.
"You're going to regret that you know?" She kept her tone and gaze level, and combined with the words it freaked me the fuck out. "I'm going to do those things. I'm going to stroke you first ok?"
"Ok." She slid both hands up my legs and cupped my balls gently while rubbing them through the sack with her thumbs. It felt amazing.
"What's your safe word?"
"Huh?"
"You need a word to let me know when to stop, Yoshi?"
"What the fuck is wrong with "stop"?"
"People often say "no" or "stop" when they don't mean it - saying it sometimes turns them on more and it might be like that for you." Her fingers found the base of my shaft and pressed lightly making it stand up away from my body. "I don't think you'll need it today, nothing will cause you... damage." She paused for thought, and I admit I had several in that short space of time. "This will be psychologically different for you. You might not like that part. Please pick a word."
A fucking safe word
.
Ok
, I thought
this shit is about to get real.
Her hands had barely touched me and I ached so much for more, but at the same time was scared of what I would get. I was getting reeled in here no doubt about it; it reminded me strongly of letting an opponent underestimate my abilities before taking them apart once their guard was dropped. She was using my lust against me but the only options I had were to go forward or quit.
And you're not about to quit are you mate?
My mind told me
because we don't do quitting do we?
"Abort" Nikki laughed and laughed at that.
"Abort? Ha ha haa! That's fucking awesome; don't you have an imagination?" She sneered up at me.
"It's not a word I say lightly you bitch." I said defensively.
"Naughty words, young man... Naughty words." She was smiling all the same. "They'll get you into a
lot
of trouble." She leaned forward then, and let a glob of spit trickle out of her mouth and land on the head of my dick. With the palm of her hand she smeared it over my sensitive skin and I moaned and my hips lifted. I had no idea I was so horny until she really touched me and it was like an electric shock straight through my body. Nikki backed off a little using the edges of her index fingers to slide and push her spit up and down my shaft. She kept adding more and more saliva until I could see it was completely coated, her fingers only applying
just
enough pressure to make my cock twitch and bounce. I couldn't help but try and tip my pelvis to get more friction but her fingers just danced away from me compensating for whatever movements I made.
She'd made no attempt to use her mouth at all and for some reason I'd had it in my mind that she was going to suck me off - straight away. I could not stop thinking about the moment when she would drop her head and take me between her lips. Shit, she hadn't even properly jerked me off yet and my frustration was building. She hadn't really paid much attention to my face and just seemed content to trace the bulging veins on my manhood over and over again. It got harder and harder, and more and more sensitive, but I couldn't get further with the feeling because Nikki wasn't adding anything else to the sensation.
"Fucking hell Nik; how long do you plan on doing that for?" I asked in the end.
"Oh. Long." She muttered back not bothering to even look at me.
"Don't you think you should do something else?"
"Nah."
For fuck sake!
This was driving me fucking mental.
"I think umm... you maybe could suck it a little?" I tried to make this sound like a suggestion and failed.
"Not yet." Then she looked at me. "You seem to want a little relief Yoshi?"