Submission in the Rain

I took my eyes off the road for just a moment and glanced over at him. He sat looking straight ahead, in the passengers seat. There was no apparent sign of emotion on his face but I knew his mind was fixed intently on what might be soon happening.

I could sense the slight trembling in his delicate frame, his breathing soft. I had to show confidence myself but the truth was, this was new to us both. The silence excited me. Neither of us spoke, it was always a non-verbal communication anyway. One that seemed to suit us both.

Up until now it had been a purely mental game. Starting off innocently enough, I was Fascinated with his imagination. He walked into my creative writing class as a student like any other 4 months ago but quickly became a star pupil.

The stories he wrote were filled with scenes from the erotic mind and recently had begun to get more and more descriptive. The stories seemed to be written to me, for me but I blew this off as wishful thinking. I couldn't help but make subtle comments, along side the "A", perhaps giving him fuel for the next story. His youthful creativity had kindled the fire in my belly and stimulated my mind in ways I had long since forgotten. The sexual creature I had once been had reawakened. This was to be a time in my life when everything that I was too shy or immature to experiment with in my younger days was going to become a reality and now I had a willing participant

The games became more creative and more intense with each meeting. The flirting turned to physical touching, a stolen kiss here and there. We spoke openly and easily about our sexual fantasies. We had many in common, mostly involving masturbation. Sometimes sitting in class, he'd excuse himself to go to the men's room. The eye contact he made as he passed my desk told me he was going to jerk off. He loved to tease me that way.

Another mutual fantasy we enjoyed speaking about was the BDSM scene. He wanted to please me until it hurt, he'd say. We'd role played it in conversations but neither of us expected it to come this far.

My instructions were given clearly the night before and he had always been good, if not slightly cocky, about following them. But that cockiness wasn't necessarily a bad thing and it rather added some spark. Fire enough that only needed to be kept in check, not completely extinguished. He was to shower and shampoo well, special attention given to his hair, but no colognes, perfumes, body sprays or hair gels. His face was to be shaved closely, no aftershave lotion. Jewelry was preferred. I expected him to wear the nipple ring I'd given him the week before.

I drove to the park and pulled into the lot, choosing a space far from the other cars. We would need to be private both before and afterward. It was almost dusk now, the threat of thunderstorm on the horizon, and foot traffic was lightening up.

We turned and looked at each other. His eyes were filled with anticipation and he smiled at me. I couldn't help but smile back. I felt a shiver of excitement run through my groin and took a deep breath. Leaning over and kissing him gently on the cheek, I whispered to him,

"Do you trust me"?

"With all my heart, Mistress".

He responded as usual and I nodded my approval.

Getting out of the car, he came around to my side and opened the door for me. The thunder rolled in the distance.

The park was lush and green. It was large with open areas for group play but there were small private pockets, shaded by thick, beautiful trees. The day before I'd picked this spot for just these reasons. We always enjoyed the risk a public area provided. We were never caught at all the little games in the past but the possibility of it always added that extra stimulation and could be explained away if we were caught. But this time we would be going further than ever before and it wouldn't be easy to make excuses. A large oak tree provided some boundary. A picnic table was there. The day before I had picked the spot for just these reasons.

He stood there quietly waiting for me to speak. I asked him to take his shirt off slowly and drop it on the grass beside him. Complying, he shivered just a bit as the cool evening breeze blew across his body and I noticed his nipples harden with the exposure. Arms at his side I admired the youthful muscles. He was strong, but not bulky. Delicate but not effeminate. His wavy hair fell to his shoulders, silky and chestnut brown. That beautiful soft belly covered in delicate hair. Like a young stag god who had yet to see his first rut but is so ripe that his male essence drips from every pore. Would he be mine to fuck like an animal the first time?

I approached him from behind, drawing his hair to the side, kissing him gently, open mouthed, on the back of his neck. He let out a soft sigh. Pulling his hair a little more firmly he willingly offered me the side of his neck to be kissed and suckled. So beautiful in his passiveness. My hands grasped his shoulders and slid down the softness and strength of his well defined muscles. A quick intake of breath as I bit him hard on his shoulder. That would leave a mark, I knew. We both wanted that.

Reaching his wrists I held them firmly together and pushed my body closer to him. My breasts were heavy between his shoulder blades causing him to push his chest out and arch his back slightly.

"Do you like it when I hold you so tightly"?

"Yes, I do"

"Do my breasts feel warm on your back"?

"Mmmmhmm"

I took the green silk cords out of my pocket and gently but securely bound his wrists together. I could hear him audibly sigh and he put up no resistance to the tightening length of cord. My hands moved down the sides of his body and slipped forward to grasp the waistline of his pants. Slowly I unbuckled the thick, leather belt, my hips and belly pushing at his ass as he pushed back against me. I let it just hang there opened. I unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper. His slender hips just barely holding his pants up. It occurred to me to take his belt completely off and use it, possibly across the backs of his thighs or ass, this might please him, but decided better to save that for another session.

I came back around to face him, my breath against his cheek, and his eyes opened. Using his belt to pull him closer to me I kissed him deeply, his sweet, young mouth sucking my tongue in, like he was afraid to ever let go. Lips so full and deep pink. I continued down his neckline, over his shoulders, back again to suckle on the soft sweet neck. He lets his head fall back and to the side giving me access. I can't get enough. I am consumed in my passion for this young, willing man. He would do anything to please me.

The light mist turned to a steady drizzle now. It was a warm summer rain and we couldn't feel the cold even if it were. Glistening, moist, dampness lay on our flesh like dew. My dress clung to my body, showing off every curve and hardened nipples.

The taste of his skin – salty, earthy. I nibbled on the flesh like a succulent fruit, indeed his taste is sweet. Nibbling on the flesh, lapping at the rainy wetness dripping down his body. And oh, those luscious nipples. The smell of his masculinity, excitement mingled with a clean musky, earthy, almost animal like odor. His full arousal mixed in with his own special scent.

I pull his pants down to fall around his ankles. I don't want him to step out of them. Instead I give him the silent command of "down" and he drops to his knees in front of me. Instead of looking down, I like him to look up, begging, worshipping… humbled but not shameful. He is so beautiful in his vulnerability and willingness…

I tell him to sit back on his heels; I have a treat for him. He has been compliant in all this so far. And I am not disappointed.

"Rewarded with pleasure"?

"Please".

I tell him I have been thinking about this day for a while now. I kick off my sandals and sit down on the top of the picnic table. My feet crossed and dangling delicately in front of the bench. I know he has always admired my feet, as one of his stories was quite specific. So beautifully pedicured, nails painted a dark blood red. Silver toe rings and an anklet, that was his request in the story. Bringing one foot to his chest, I gently use it to stroke him, my big toe circling each nipple in turn. Lifting the other I place it on his shoulder, knees parting and use the other to caress his face and neck. "Do you want to kiss them?" and I lift my foot just barely to his lips. His tongue reaches out to touch my toes. No matter how much I want to tease him, I can't keep them from him for long. He is so good at what he likes. Taking each toe in turn, he sucks them. The feel of his teeth scraping and his tongue swirling was bringing me to weakness.

His cock was erect now. The pre-cum welling and dripping down the shaft. It was arousing to me to know that he was aching for it to be touched, stroked. My pussy was dripping and aching for his touch also. But I had to see this to completion. There would be time later. We would both be satisfied before this day was over and well worth the wait.

"I know what else you like. Would you like to see me masturbate? You know how almost every night I wake up with you on my mind"?

Pulling my dress up around my hips, my feet on his shoulders. He has a direct view between my legs. I know the wetness is visible on the crotch of my panties.

With my feet now on the bench and my knees parted, I lift my ass up and pull the panties over my hips and down my slender, tanned legs. They fall around my ankles. Stepping one foot out, with the other I offer them, warm and musky to his eager face. He breathes in the scent deeply.

"Tell me lover, tell me how fucking much you want this pussy".

My juices are thick and flowing. I begin masturbating, showing off to his obvious pleasure. I lift my fingers to my lips and watch as his tongue snakes out of his mouth wanting what I'm tasting.

"Oh God, mistress, Please let me taste you".

I can't refuse his desire, it feeds me as well. Offering my dripping fingertips to him, he laps at them and sucks them like a man finding an oasis in a desert. I continue to masturbate until I cannot hold back any further, fingers stroking faster and faster but hold on one last time. Almost out of control, I stop and stand.

Grabbing him roughly by the back of his hair I bring him to his feet.

"I'm going to let your wrists go now. I know you want to touch yourself and I want to watch you".

Unwrapping the cords now from his delicate wrists I notice the red marks and my passion is fueled further. It hurt only enough…. Oh, how I kiss and caress those beautiful marked wrists. It won't be permanent, lasting only long enough for our appreciation. Dropping the binds next to his shirt, now wet on the grass, I will let him keep them as a reminder of this day. I give him the "down" command again and he drops to his knees and sits back. The rain is falling harder now, seemingly the more the passion builds, the rain in turn falls quicker. Small puddles now forming on the ground.

Beginning to stroke himself now, I wont let him cum. He knows this instinctively. It makes his desire much more intense.

Twilight is here, and with it a steady drumming of rain . Bodies drenched, dripping. My hair stuck to my shoulders and back. My dress glued to my body showing every curve and nipples so hard from excitement.

Straddling his kneeling form I lift my soaking dress up over my hips and lift his face by the chin to look into his eyes.. I intimate what I want and his soft, strong tongue begins to work it's way between the folds of my cunt. I can barely stand it anymore and lower myself to mount his erection. He holds his cock by the base making it's shaft all the more solid for me…

Oh fuck! When he enters me there seems a rent in the curtain of stars. Kissing each other… His fingers and hands grabbing my hair, pulling my mouth to his.

I allow him his maleness, his aggressiveness. I need it… I crave it. Using my strong thighs to move up and down his shaft, I take him deep inside me. Our eyes connected and locked. There is nobody else in the world but us. The pounding of the rain drowning out the sounds of our passion to all the world but our own.

The lightening strikes as my orgasm takes hold, shuddering through my body like electricity. I see this flash in his eyes. The accompanying thunder, the harbinger of his own climax. His moans, like a mighty god, echo through my soul.

We collapse on the grass in each other's embrace. Wet and spent. Muddy and dirty. Kissing deeply and passionately, the rain dripping down our cheeks mingling with tears of ecstasy.

It's not improbable. It's not impossible. But we can't let it happen. We are entwined as one, connected in ways to each other and the universe that only we can know and ever will… and I think I'm beginning to fall in love.