Sensual Obedience

"Come here" he says, barely more than a whisper. He's sitting in the chair next to our bed. I obey him because I am compelled to follow his implicit instructions. There is no forcing of the issue, not from day one. I give in to him because I want to, or more importantly, because I need to. Need... is a strong emotion.

I walk to where he is sitting in the dark. I've never seen him sit in this chair, not in all the months it's been in our room. My heart is already beating wildly in my chest. I don't fear the unknown with him. Trust is another strong emotion.

"Kneel" he tells me. I do. There is no other choice for me, though he's done nothing more than speak softly. My legs wouldn't carry me away if I wanted to run.

I want to put my face in his lap, I want to feel him in my mouth, to please him that way. Instead though, he only traces my lower lip with his thumb. I can smell him, his soap, his cologne, and it only increases my desire. He's teasing me, and he knows I can hardly stand it. As he lets his thumb slip into my mouth, I draw it in with slow sucking motions. He lets it slide in and out slowly, feeling my tongue, the inside of my cheek, my teeth. I can't help wondering what he's thinking as he touches me this way. Before him, it would have been difficult for me to imagine something so simple being so very intimate.

"You're wet" he declares calmly. It's not a question, rather a statement of fact. I nod as best I can with his thumb deeply pressing into my mouth. I can barely make out his features in this dark room, but I'm quite sure he's smiling just a bit. Then I feel his free hand on the back of my head. He strokes my hair soothingly, and replaces his thumb now with his index finger, pushing it slightly deeper into my warm, wet mouth. It's not long before his index finger is joined by his middle finger, and now I have to open wider to allow him to explore this way. His other hand comes to rest on the back of my neck, and he seems to be focusing intently on what he's doing. He pushes his fingers in, and then pulls back quickly. He's feeling my tongue again, and I am doing my utmost to relax despite the warmth building in me. He turns his hand over, and glides his fingers against the roof of my mouth.

"Easy babe" he reassures me, and he slides in further. I try to breathe deeply, to stay calm, wondering what's happening. I close my eyes and concentrate on the sensations. And then he goes further, and trips the switch that makes me gag. My immediate reaction is to try to back off, and to reach for his wrist to pull it away. As always though, he is prepared for this. His grip is strong, and my attempts to remove his hand are futile.

"You're alright," he coos at me, "you're fine, just open for me". I let my hands fall back to my sides, and open my mouth as wide as possible to accommodate him. He turns his hand over again, and I feel his fingers on my tongue. It occurs to me then that he's mapping out my gag reflexes. It's not long before he hits it again, and as soon as he does he pulls back. I manage to stifle all but a slight jump, resting my hands on his knees.

"Good girl" he tells me. Hearing those words makes me want to do the same a thousand times over. I suppose everyone has a phrase or two that sends them reeling. That's one of mine. Unable to control my urges, I suck at his fingers now, my way of begging for more. I push forward on his hand until I hit that spot again, and feel my eyes tear up. I hope that he can't see that, I don't want him to stop, and I am afraid I'll look like I'm crying.

"Ok now, that's enough... " he tells me, and slips his fingers out of my mouth. I feel sad at this, slightly empty. He plays with my hair, touching my face, my neck, and making me even more needy for him. I lean forward to rub my face and lips against his belly. The hair there tickles my nose and lips, and I smile now too. I reach for his waistband, tugging gently, hoping to free his hardness. I work carefully, slowly, kissing and nuzzling his warm skin.

"Do you want my cock?" he asks me.

"Yes" I reply, whispering.

"In your mouth?"

I nod, whispering again. "Yes."

He rises from the chair, allowing me to slide his pants down his legs. He steps out of them, and now I am face to face with his manhood. I rub my face against it, wanting to feel him close to me. His hands come to rest again on my head.

"You're gonna take all of it tonight," he assures me. I don't answer, I'm engrossed in what I'm doing. I start to kiss his shaft, licking and teasing. His hand wrapped in my hair, he gently pulls my head back.

"You're gonna take it all the way tonight. Do you understand me?" I blink into the darkness, suddenly coming out of my fog. I've never taken the whole thing into my throat, never gotten all the way down on him. Now I wonder how I'll manage, and he sounds like he's never been more serious about anything. Trying desperately to think of something, anything to say, I am suddenly aware of my heart pounding rapidly in the darkness.

"Answer me," he demands.

"I... I... I..." my head reels, and my mouth stutters.

"Are you my little whore?" he asks me steadily.

"Yes" I utter nervously.

"You like being my whore, don't you?" he inquires.

"Yes" I whisper, quite honestly.

"So you'll take what I give you then, won't you?"

"I'll try" I answer.

"You will baby... you will."

He knows that it bothers me that I can't deep throat, even though he says it doesn't matter to him. We talked about it long before this night, and I had even suggested getting some spray to desensitize my throat. Now it would seem he doesn't feel I need it. I'm sure that I appear hesitant to him, but deep down he understands that I am wildly excited at the idea of him making me do this. I have expressed on more than one occasion my desire to be pushed, to be controlled, and him doing that for me is an act of love.

"Take your shirt off" he tells me sharply. I obey him, raising my shirt over my head, and then tossing it on the floor. He turns away from me, lighting a candle and illuminating our room. The flame jumps, then settles, and flickers enough to make shadows dance across the walls. I wonder how long he's been thinking about this moment, this night. And then he takes his place again in front of me. I'd been sitting on my heels, and now I raise myself up so that I can reach him with my mouth. He looks down at me, and I gaze at him briefly before slipping back into my submissive self and lowering my eyes.

"Show me your titties," he demands, "I want to see them."

I slip my breasts out over the cups of my bra, exposing them to the air, and his vision.

"Good girl" he praises me, and again the flash of heat between my legs.

"Now play with your nips and make them hard for me, so they stand out." I can't look up at him, knowing he's watching me do this. I feel a rush of blood to my face, a flood of embarrassment and vulnerability in my stomach, and a hot wetness building in my panties. My periforal vision shows me that he's slowly stroking his hard on, watching me run my fingertips over my rapidly swelling and aching nipples.

"You like that, don't you slut?"

"Yes" I answer, barely audible even to me. I nod my head, closing my eyes.

"Now, you can start by licking my balls, and do it right" he commands. I lean forward, and begin to kiss and lick at his scrotum diligently. He reaches down with his free hand, still gently stroking himself, and pulls my head closer to him, pushing my face against his body.

"Come on whore, put your mouth around it" he tells me. I open my mouth, and suck one of his balls inside. I run my tongue over it, sucking intently, trying to get more inside my mouth.

"That's better" he advises me, "and don't forget the other one."

Before long, I release him and move to the other side. I repeat the process, licking his balls again and then sucking the second one into my mouth. I can feel the fabric of my panties is now soaking wet, and wonder if he knows he's torturing me. He puts his foot on the bed, and raises his sac slightly.

"Get behind them too... lick it right" he demands. I follow his instructions, pressing my tongue behind his balls, and licking with as much pressure and fury as I can muster up. He rolls his hips forward, and I lower my body, until he's over my face. I let my head fall back and continue to lick and suck at his balls and the space just behind them.

"You slut," he hisses at me, "you like it... you dirty whore. Lick my ass... do it... lick it now!" I am stunned and excited, he's never asked me to do that before, and now he's demanding it. I slide my tongue back until it finds his asshole, and I begin to lick him there. I can hear him still stroking his cock, now more intently, as I push my tongue against him. He's quiet, but breathing a little harder now. I poke my tongue at his ass until it opens slightly, and then continue a cycle of licking, sucking and pushing slightly into his asshole. I pray that he is enjoying it, that I'm doing a good job for him, and that above all, he'll let me do it again.

Then he grips my hair, and pulls me away from his ass, pressing the head of his cock to my lips.

"Open, slut" he commands me, and I do. Now I look up at him, unable to help myself. His eyes are half shut, but he peers back at me. He's still got my hair in his hand, and he's holding his cock while I suck it. He puts his foot back on the floor as I let my eyes close once again.

"You're ok you know, but you're a hell of a lot prettier with a dick in your mouth."

I'm not sure what to think about where this is leading, but him talking to me that way is bringing me very near orgasm without even being touched. Suddenly I am again conscious of my exposed breasts, of my position now, kneeling at his feet. In my mind I imagine him saying all kinds of things to me, filthy things, and as I suck his cockhead I am burning with desire. He moves in and out, rhythmically, and I can feel him growing larger and harder in my mouth. I let my saliva coat him, and with every thrust he goes a little deeper.

"It's time baby, you're gonna go all the way now" he assures me. He takes my chin in his hand, and pulls me closer to him. I want so badly to do this for him, and for myself. Gripping my head, he reminds me to relax. He promises me he'll go slow. There is an urgency in his voice now, but I am slowly sinking into my own mind. I hear him over and over again in my head... whore, slut, dirty, filthy... and I am certainly not helping myself to relax. I feel him pushing deeper, but I'm still in no danger of choking, my mind reeling... titties, open, show me, slut... slut slut slut... and then suddenly I imagine him spanking me with his belt, over and over, and I want to cum. I can almost feel the cool leather against my skin, can nearly hear it crack as it comes down on my ass. I start to moan, sucking desperately on his cock.

And then he starts to really push, and I have to come back to reality. The images in my mind disappear as quickly as they arrived, and I can hear now only what he is actually saying.

"All the way, baby... all the way down... " and he's pushing. I want it all the way, but I'm not sure I can. "Swallow that dick, come on, more," he urges. I follow instructions, swallowing and sucking. He's right there at that point, and I know he can feel it as well as I can. I know I'm going to gag, and I don't want him to stop. I slide my hands up over his ass, and pull him closer, silently telling him to keep the pressure on me. I want to scream at him to keep talking, to help me do it for him. Maybe he understands.

"That's a good girl, open up... open your throat... wider... yeah, yeah like that..." he's telling me. I gag as quietly as possible, and he pulls back. With just the head in my mouth now, I take a breath. "Again" he orders, and he pushes in. I start to resist him, not sure I'm ready to go again. "Come on, my little slut, take it all down" he persuades. Calling me "his" slut compels me to do it again, and again, and again. "Put your nose on my belly, come on..." he pushes me. I close my eyes tightly, knowing that they're going to tear up. In my mind I'm begging him to fuck my throat, but being as full up as I am, I can't very well talk. I use my hands to pull him close when he slides out, encouraging him not to stop. I know it will be a long time before I am successful at deep throating him, but even now I am hoping that he takes me this way repeatedly. In my mind, he's training me. He calls me his, and he's breaking me like a wild horse. In my mind, right now he owns me, and it's safe and warm knowing that he will always own me.

He breaks my train of thought when he puts his hands on either side of my head, asking "Do you want to taste my cum?" I can't say much, but do manage an "uh-huh" to tell him I do. I love when he makes me swallow, and I'm more than ready. He resumes our more typical oral sex method, where he pumps in and out of me in a more shallow manner. I reach up and rub his balls, gently squeezing and playing with them. Usually, I can't get him all the way, but I can get him close.

"Play with your titties again slut... " he tells me, "pull on them, make them bounce for me, I wanna watch." He's never said that either. I've seen a couple things on our computer, stuff he's watched... girls doing things to make their tits jiggle, and I always though it looked a little strange. I continue to allow him use of my mouth while I grab my nipples. I pull them outward and upward, shaking them hard, making each of my tits sway. I imagine him looking at them, but I can't look up. I drop them, and they fall back against me. Again I blush with embarassment, and again I feel a rush of wetness in my crotch.

"Don't stop" he demands, and I can tell he must be getting closer. I reach under my breasts, and flop them up and down. I cup them in my hands, and shake them. It feels so strange, and even more so to know that he's watching. "Yeah... " he utters, and I grab my nipples again. I repeatedly use them to lift my tits up and drop them back again. He grabs a bottle of lube from the bed, and takes a good amount in his hand. He's not watching me now, but I continue to play with my tits, starting to enjoy the sensation. He pulls his cock out of my mouth, and begins to stroke it furiously.

"I'm gonna cum on your tongue, you just open your whore mouth for me, got it?" I nod, replying "yes" like a good girl.

"I wanna see it in your mouth this time" he tells me. "Now, stand up til I tell you I'm ready."

I rise, facing him, but he's not looking at me. He grabs my breast in his hand, squeezing it tightly. If I was less excited it might be painful, but right now it feels incredible.

"Put your hands behind your back" he instructs. Again, I obey him. I watch his hand on his cock, rubbing and stroking at an incredible rate. He takes over where I left off, pulling my nipples with his free hand, and then gently slapping at my tits, making them sway and jiggle. I turn my head away, allowing him privacy as he watches and plays with me this way. I'm self-conscious to begin with, so standing here letting him do as he pleases is slightly uncomfortable. It's turning me on in a strange new way, and I am overwhelmed at my desire to rub my clit and have an orgasm myself.

He's been quiet a few minutes, and I know he's not thinking about anything but getting off now, when suddenly he tells me he's ready.

"Get down there, open your mouth!" he barks at me.

I fall to my knees, my mouth wide and as close to his cock as I am able to get. With a few more strokes, he's there, and his body shudders. I stick my tongue out as he demands "Look at me!"

I raise my eyes as I feel his cum spurt inside my mouth. I jump a little, even knowing that it's coming I'm never quite ready. He tips my head back slightly as he deposits another gob on my tongue. He's watching it in my mouth, and I wonder what it looks like. I can feel his spunk running over my tongue, his breathing ragged, his hand slowing.

"Now swallow it" he tells me. I do as he asks, and then take the head of his cock back in my mouth. Prior instruction has taught me how to be gentle as I clean him off, and draw the last of his seed into my mouth. After a few moments, and a few deep breaths, he rubs my face lovingly with his hand, now sated and calm.

"You really ARE a good girl, aren't you?" I let him fall from my mouth as I nod, rubbing my head against his thigh.

"And now," he muses, "what else can we do with you?"