I have been asked, no, told, to write a story for the man I wish to have take me as a lover. I cannot, and will not, disappoint him, and myself. I will do what he (in truth) asks of me, and feel honored as I serve him.
He flatters me by requiring that I cast the two of us into the fantasies. I feel that it will be an act of intimacy and devotion on my part, and that he will take it as such. I don't know what direction it will take, but I am going there.
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She has thought of little else for days. They both kept her awake at night and woke her in the gray morning, a sharp little tingle of curiosity and desire. At moments when she did not expect it, the memory or dream of him would flash from her mind to her every extremity. She wanted him urgently, almost desperately, but was also willing to prove herself to him, if that was required. Sometimes she thought she felt a cord of golden light binding her, pulling her toward him, inescapably. She had no desire to escape.
The room was twilit through the sheer curtains, and she closed her eyes, hoping it would enable her to hear him approach more clearly. The pain of waiting was bearing down on her, but she knew she would do what was required, in the amount of time he would determine.
The bed sheets were cool against her knees , shins and feet. She knew it had only been minutes, but she felt them with the intensity of an hour. spent kneeling . Though her body remained obediently in position, her eyes snapped open reflexively as she heard the door opening., and the soft thud of footsteps on carpet approaching her.
Before he spoke, he touched her left foot, ran his hand up the back of her leg, and in a circle around her naked butt, then up the spine and to the back of her neck, where it came to rest almost weightlessly. "You have begun well, my dear. Are you ready to continue?"
"Yes, Sir." she replied, in a voice she barely recognized as her own.
His hand tightened on the back of her neck. "Will you submit to me, as my slut, to be used for my pleasure as I see fit? Will you promise to follow all rules we have agreed upon?"
"I am yours, Sir, to be used and Dominated by you" she managed to reply in a hoarse whisper, as she felt his other hand slide between her legs, stroking the newly-shaved mound.
She was wet from the moment she had entered his bedroom for the first time, earlier this evening. She had given herself a mild shock of embarrassed lust by immediately looking for the eye bolts and the "special" furniture of the dungeon aficionado. If there, it was so discrete as to be invisible. So far, he had controlled her with nothing but his words, the lightest of hands, and her overwhelming need to bring him pleasure. She longed for more direct physical challenges from him, more opportunities to prove her devotion.
"You do NOT have permission to come" he said with a voice of calm authority, as his index finger found her almost painfully sensitive clitoris, and pressed gently. She took a deep breath to steady herself and awaited his direction. His finger moved from the clitoris through the wet valley of flesh between her legs, pausing at the entrance to her vagina, but not entering. "Do you want to feel me inside you, dear? Do you want me to make you come on my hand right now?"
She felt as if the roller coaster of lust she had been riding for the past weeks had just crested a steep hill and was now dropping her at light speed into another realm of being. His finger pressed, ever so lightly, and she gasped and involuntarily tilted her pelvis toward the touch. "Yes, Sir" she managed to say, with a slight tremor in her voice.
"Not yet, dear." he said, as his finger continued its journey to and over her rear opening, evoking a slight gasp and a shiver of desire. "I will take every part of you when it is time, but now I want you to put your hands behind you, with palms together." He removed his hands from her neck and ass, and she felt a momentary change in the air around her as he took a step away from the bed and reached down for the black leather bag she had noticed was sitting by the nightstand when she came in the room.
She obeyed his instruction, and felt the leather cuffs being buckled around each wrist, then both heard the clink of metal meeting metal and felt the comforting loss of power as they were clipped together, holding her hands securely in the small of her back. Her fingers curled into loose fists, one atop the other. He held her bound hands in both of his and leaned over her shoulder to whisper "Now you will be mine until I release you. Do you understand?" She nodded her assent. "That is good, dear, Now turn around."
She felt awkward, off-balance, as she moved on her knees to face him. His hands moved to her shoulders to steady her as she turned. She wanted to look at him directly, to let him see in her eyes how being with him was affecting her, but she resisted the urge, keeping her eyes downcast. When she had completed the 180 degrees of the turn, he moved his palms to either side of her face, and tilted it toward his. "You may look at me, my slut." he said, and her blue-gray eyes met his pure blue ones. "Yes, I know" he continued, in answer to the unspoken question her mind was formulating. "You are exactly as I want you to be right now, in every way. Now, use your teeth to undress me."
