I'm a sucker for a deep authoritative voice. Few men understand how powerful their voice is or the effect it can have on some women. Like me. The right words uttered in a certain tone are guaranteed to snatch my breath away and cause an instant puddle between my legs.
In such a mood, I don't want to be asked what I want. I want you to show me you know how to handle your new little sex kitten. A firm tone is an aphrodisiac. It creates havoc in my blood.
You must earn your prize. The harder you work to master me the more you will appreciate my gift.
I want your hands on me taking and touching wherever you like, while you tell me exactly what you want from me and how you're going to make me into your little sex toy. How you plan to use me for your pleasure because you know that's what will bring me the most pleasure. And pleasuring me is what makes you smile.
I want to be guided to my knees and allowed to love your beautiful, hard cock with my mouth while listening to your low, sexy voice telling me what a good little girl I'm going to learn to be for you.
I imagine you spreading a towel over the end of a table and laying me down on it, all the while listening to you assure me that you know what a naughty little girl I've been, how badly I need a good spanking and that you should have taken me in hand long ago.
Your voice is low and erotic, sensual to the point of hypnotic. I don't object to anything you do. You work methodically settling me low on the table with a pillow under my head and another under my ass.
It's but moments before you've secured my arms to the table and pushed my little skirt up exposing my bare pussy. I try to close my legs but you quickly find my clit and pinch the delicate bud. "Open them, little one. Give your Poppi what he wants.
When I shake my head and close my eyes you grab my chin and force me look at you.
"Close your eyes again and I'll take you over my knee and give you a taste of my whip."
I'm not sure I'm ready to challenge that threat so I fight to keep my eyes open even when my face flushes red as you pull my legs open and secure my ankles with Velcro bands attached at each corner of the table. Two more straps are attached just above my knees which you use to pull them up opening me even more. I'm spread obscenely wide.
Without a fight, just using your voice you've managed to restrain and expose me, leaving me defenseless and utterly at your mercy.
You walk to the stand holding your suitcase and began rifling through it. I can hear things being laid on the bedside table but your body is blocking what you're doing. After several minutes you walk into the bathroom, moments later I hear water running.
Bound and spread open I try to control the rising flush working it's way up my body as you stand in the doorway surveying your handy work.
Setting the bowl of water on the table you draw a chair to the edge of the table and settle yourself between my sprawled legs.
For the longest time nothing happens and I watch as you just sit there taking in the view before you. How utterly helpless I am. I open my mouth to speak but you hold up a hand and shush me. I fall silent as I realize you're basking in your power. You've earned the right. You're male and you've taken your prize.
With a pleased chuckle you reach into the bowl for the hot cloth and wring it out before applying it to my mound where it rests for about a minute before you remove it and carefully begin shaving my pussy.
I'm mesmerized as I lift my head and watch you pull the lips out and run the mini shaver along the edge and along the sensitive inner ridge. I shiver as I feel your slick fingers brush my clit.
All the while you keep talking to me, telling me how much I'm going to love pleasing you. How you'll teach me to be your little cum kitten. Your very special little girl.
You lay aside the razor and shaver and looking into my eyes you slide your finger along my wet slit while the fingers of your other hand stroke my clit until they coax my hardened little nub to poke up. Grasping the sensitive bud you carefully begin jacking it off between your finger tips.
I'm already under the thrall of your voice. My pussy is dripping wet and I can't keep still.
"Do you know how you look laying there all open to me? Your pussy all swollen and glistening wet, begging to be fucked. But not yet little one. We've got lots of training to do before you find release."
I don't think there's any way I can keep from coming. Just your eyes devouring me, your hands all over and sliding inside me. Just one finger at first but soon I feel another then yet another push its way deep inside.
"If you come without permission you'll be punished."
Oh God. I know I'm going to cum. I can't help it. Your fingers are playing over my flesh teasing, pinching, pulling, opening and exposing me to your hungry gaze.
I arch off the table trying to keep contact with your hands but they've moved up to my breasts. Now they're pinching and twisting my nipple. You never stop talking to me. Your words painting vivid scenes in my mind of what you have planned for me.
"I know how badly you want to come, little one but not yet. I have something that will help."
I lift my head trying to see what you're doing between my splayed thighs. The light flashes along what looks like a thin glass pipette. You tug on my little pleasure pearl until it's once again poking from it's hood then I watch you carefully place the clear tube over my clit and taking the open end of the tube in your mouth you begin to suck with a steady pressure. I watch, fascinated as my clit slowly fills the cylinder.
I can barely stand the sensations created by this but you're not done. You remove a small eyedropper from a bottle sitting beside you and hold it close to the end of the glass tube. My clit has risen almost half-way up the slender tube, it's glistening with my juices and I swear I can see it throbbing.
The liquid filling the eyedropper looks like liquid gold and I watch as you give one more mighty suck on the open end of the tube bringing my ass off the table with the intense sensation it creates in my gut. Placing a restraining hand firmly on my mound to keep me still, you quickly replace your mouth with the dropper. Two then three drops of the shimmering liquid are squeezed into the tube and onto my engorged clit. Immediately my clit feels like it's in the fires of hell and I open my mouth to scream.
But you're ready for my reaction and quickly move to my head and slide your cock deep down my throat effectively cutting off my cries.
Pinching my nipple you draw back and looking deep into my watering eyes you smile and slide your beautiful cock between my lips and down my throat.
Every moment your mouth isn't locked to some part of me, you've been praising, explaining, threatening and coaxing me. Now you explain that the liquid will numb my clit for a few minutes while you finish getting me ready.
I realize you're right. I can still feel my clit burning but it's also a bit like having a shot of Novacane at the dentist. You remove the pipette and quickly snap a tiny silver ring around the base of my engorged clit.
We both stare at my erect little clitoris looking like an angry glistening miniature penis poking impudently from it's protective hood. You lean forward and breath lightly on it. Your breath is like lava searing over it. I can't keep still nor can I hold back the deep moan the heat rips from me.
"Like that do you? It's a little elixir I concocted using tiger balm and glycerin. I think it'll come in handy during your training."
I don't know whether I can take it or not. But then again, I'm not being given an option.
