You are sitting on the couch surfing the web on your laptop. I am kneeling across the room, tormented, in only a pair of white cotton panties waiting for that moment of time when I know I am ready to submit myself utterly to you for atonement.
I have been a bad girl and disappointed you today. Just thinking it, I feel the tears well up, and I blink to keep them in, fighting my humiliation. I knew I was being willful, and I still did it. A minor transgression in the scheme of things, but oh so large because I knew just what I was doing.
I still do. I watch you doing what you need to do as I wait until my feelings of rebellion drain from me completely. I struggle with myself to just let it go, let it flow from me and become a vessel for what you choose to pour into me this evening.
In all our time together, I have been so good. You have commented on how proud I make you, so strong, so smart, and so good. You laugh that none of my friends would ever guess that I was your willing cock whore at home, and you kiss me with passion.
Damn it, those tears again. Blinking them back, I try to lose myself into the peace of submission, and I feel myself sliding, yet I stop just before I reach that place. "Why now?" I wonder.
I know why, but I push it away. I used to think submitting was the scariest thing I would ever do, I know better now. There are much, much scarier things.
I shake my head slightly, trying to bring myself back to the task at hand. I need to empty myself of pride. Only you and your needs matter in this moment. Why do I struggle so?
Sitting back on my heels, hands on my thighs, I think over the time we've spent. How you've told me I've captivated you with my sublime willingness to please. What a gift I give you every time I kneel at your feet and kiss your knees as we surf the Internet on separate laptops in the evenings. Together, so close, yet apart and independent. You even laugh at what you call the gift of my conversation, that I have so many sides of me to offer and that I offer them all to you.
Drowning myself in thoughts of you, I feel the click. I am ready. Thoughts of my own ego and pride drain away, and I know what needs to be done.
Picking up the paddle next to me, I put it into my teeth and slide down on all fours to bring it to you, moving across the room in sublime contentment, knowing that you will make things right.
Reaching your feet, I sit back on my heels and wait, head bowed. It seems cooler here, where you are. My bare skin shrinks around me in the chill, and I shiver slightly. Pushing the distraction away, I wait.
You finish what you are doing, and you calmly fold your computer and set it aside. I love that you don't try to prolong things out of spite, that you are always fair and ready to forgive. I love what I know is coming.
I feel you looking at me, and my cheeks redden again with humiliation at the hurt I caused. I wait.
You stand and slowly undress, setting your clothing carefully aside as you always do, until you stand utterly naked and powerful before me. Reaching down, you lift my chin with your hand, until I look you in the eyes. I lower my lashes, but you give my head that soft shake that you give, and I gaze at you again. You search my face for something, and in a moment you find it. You nod softly to yourself, and you reach to take the paddle from my mouth.
Looking over the leather tool, idly fingering the word "slut" cut into the leather, you look thoughtful.
"Good choice." Your praise makes me flush in pleasure.
You set it aside on the couch, and look at me again. I have not yet earned my atonement. I know what I need to do. Sitting forward, I nuzzle my face into your crotch, breathing the scent of you in. Taking your hard cock into my hands, I kiss it lightly.
I love your cock. So smooth, so warm in my hands. Kissing it again, I gently touch it all over, as it thickens further in my grasp.
"Mmmm. I am going to kiss you all over," I say to your cock. I know I am not to speak to you, but we have long since established that cock worship is not only acceptable, but encouraged.
"I love how strong you are, how you feel in my hands, between my lips. I want to feel you inside me. I want to give you pleasure. I crave the taste of you." I say these words between kisses up and down your length.
Pausing in my compliments for a moment to pull your head into my mouth, I let out a small groan.
I always love pleasuring your cock, there is just something about feeling my need for you match yours for me in that instant that your smooth head slides between my lips and finds its way to my tongue. Humming for just a moment as I feel you filling me, I begin to slide up and down your shaft with my lips.
Slowly and sensually, I take my time. I know you love it raw and hard, and I will get to that. I also know that you love the build, and I am here to give that to you, to give you what you want from me.
Sliding up and down your shaft, I let my tongue play over your strength while my lips caress you, leaving trails of saliva behind, slicking you up, moistening your cock as I suck.
You shift slightly, and lift one leg to place it on the edge of the couch. Taking my cue, I slide up and off of you, bringing up a hand to hold you, stroke you as I move down towards your balls, licking and sucking.
I feel you place a hand on mine, guiding me, squeezing my fingers into you.
I take one of your balls into my mouth, sucking it, licking it, swirling it around as I taste you. As I do, you end your silence, and begin speaking to me in a low voice, guiding me with your words, telling me what you love as I tend to your needs with my mouth.
Coating your sack with my saliva, I lick carefully, not missing a single spot, until a hand on my head gives me direction with a light pressure. Readjusting myself on the floor, I venture further back, licking your taint, nibbling it lightly as I feel you shiver. Sliding back further, my tongue reaches your salty pucker, and I feel you tense and relax as I glide across you.
Your hand on mine shifts, and I feel you pulling my fingers away. I place my hand back on my knee, as you continue to stroke yourself while I worship you with my mouth.
"Lick my ass, baby." You say. "Lick it good, and I just may cum for you. You would like that, I know you would."
Moaning in agreement, I lap at your asshole with the flat of my tongue, pushing my way into the crack, my nose nuzzling your taint. Letting my tongue press more firmly into you, I feel you push back ever so slightly as you moan.
Tightening and pointing my tongue, I press it into you, feeling your tightness give way to me, as I taste your salty musk. Pressing, then pulling back, pressing forward again, I slip my wet tongue inside you, pushing as deeply as I can, feeling you surround me. Your moans roll through your body, and you clench down on me before relaxing again.
I slowly slide my tongue in and out of you, my saliva lubricating and softening your ring, my softness just hard enough to penetrate and pleasure your sensitive hole.