Standing before Him, my clothes long since discarded, my eyes lowered to the floor. The heat raging through my body and He has yet to touch me. Just His presence is enough to keep me at a slow burn, always wanting more.
My mind registers the sound of footsteps as His fingers lift my chin. Passionately He kisses me. His tongue dancing around mine, tracing the outline of my lips. My cunt begins to heat like an oven, overflow like a river. I start to melt into Him, my hips rising to meet Him, my nipples hardening, my mouth surrendering to the explorations of his tongue.
Suddenly He pulls away, leaving me standing there aching with need. Aching for Him. Wanting so desperately to feel Him inside of me. Knowing that I would do anything for that pleasure. That I am His completely and without reservation. That he can take me from myself, from my control and bend me to His will. Turn me inside out and upside down, reducing my world until it consists only of Him. All with a single look.
His fingers reach out and touch my breasts. So full and heavy, the nipples hard and aching. His fingers find them, pinching and twisting cruelly. The pain only enflaming me further. The shock of it resounding all the way down to my cunt. My mind focused on the thought that I will take this pain and more from Him, reveling in the fact that it pleases Him.
His hands drift up to my shoulders, forcing me down to my knees before Him. His fingers once again tilting my face up to look at Him. Without words, just reading the look in His eyes, I slowly nod, then begin to remove His clothing. My eyes sweeping over His body as I do so. Intense desire surging through me. His hand comes down to rest on the back of my head, gently pushing me closer to Him. Closer to the cock that stands at full hardness before my eyes. My tongue darts out to touch the tip, slowly flicking back and forth across the opening then circling the little ridge underneath. Unable to tease any longer, I slide His cock into my mouth, letting it slide all the way down to the back of my throat and back out, savoring His taste, musky and thick, slightly salty against my tongue. Thoughts running through my mind the whole time, that perhaps for this short moment it is me in control. In these few minutes, I set the pace, pulling back as I wish, testing His control, pushing Him as He pushes me.
These thoughts quickly recede and are abandoned as He pulls back, His hands preventing me from moving forward and trying to stop Him, as if I could even had I been able to. So I kneel there in front of Him, my eyes lowered to the floor, noticing a slight scuff mark left over from someone’s bootheel, waiting for His next instructions. Suddenly His hand closes hotly over the back of my neck, a shudder racking my body as His hand caresses the soft skin at my nape. His fingers running through my hair, tangling in it, bringing me to my feet once again. He moves in front of me, his hands tracing the outlines of my breasts, cupping them in His palms almost as if He’s measuring the weight of them, or the size as they swell even further at His touch.
Pulling me by my nipples, He leads me across the room to a table, guiding me up onto it with persistent tugs. The wood smooth and cool against the heated surface of my skin. His hands sweeping over my body, each part coming fully alive. Closing my eyes as His fingers spread the lips of my cunt, opening me to His view. His soft chuckle echoes in my ears as I gasp. His voice deep and velvety, surrounding me as He says He can tell that I am almost ready to cum, the look on my face and the movements of my body give me away. His laughter as He gently chides that He has just touched me once.
His lips touch my cunt, His tongue slipping out to tease at my clit. His mouth closing over it, sucking on it, drawing it forth from its shell. His teeth nibbling at it as I squirm. Hard enough to cause pain, but that pain only accentuating the exquisite pleasure running through me.
My mouth opens and I start to beg Him, pleading for Him to allow me to cum. The words spilling out in a rush, small entreaties testifying to my total submission to Him. Yes, even this, I must ask for. Pleasure is not mine for the taking but His for the giving. A precious gift that He affords me when He wants. The complete surrender of my will to His wishes. I only exist for Him.
His breath hot against the swelled lips of my cunt as He whispers not yet. His tongue stabbing into me. Lapping at my juices as they pour forth, flooding against His lips. Drinking in my essence, keeping me in a constant state of ravenous desire. I beg Him again, reduced by His touch to an aching need all over my body. I am too close, I tell Him, my control is slipping, my body is beginning to override His wishes.
He steps back, ceasing all attentions towards me, looking down at me as I begin to cry in frustration. The tears leaking from my eyes as I hover on the edge. His eyes hot upon me as I struggle with my body, squirming on the table, unable to gain control of myself. I have long since surrendered control to Him and there is no way that I can regain it. My hands curled into fists at my side, resisting the urge to touch myself or squeeze my legs together, which is all it would take for me to cum, I am that close.
During my inner struggle I failed to notice that He had moved. I just hear His voice in my ear as he whispers cum for me, His cock sliding into me with one quick hard thrust. My body exploding underneath Him, my hips bucking up at Him, my cunt squeezing His cock as He holds completely still. My mind lost in the rapture that He has created.
Slowly coming back to awareness with Him still inside of me, hard and insistent. My body tired, worn out, and needing rest. I open my eyes and see the little glint in His, the bright smile as He looks down at me, His hips starting to move against mine, and I know that rest will be a long time coming. The night has just begun.
Slowly He thrusts in and out, taking His time, allowing the pleasure to build at a leisurely pace. His hands holding my hips down firmly, not allowing me to move against Him, forcing me to be still. My tired body already beginning again to heat up, this time even quicker than before if that is possible. The sensations harder this time, racking my tired body, using up all the energy that is left in my meager reserves. His thrusts become faster and more powerful, reaching far into the depths of my body, which is spiraling within a circle of lust and passion that seems to have no end in sight.
A small moan escapes from His lips, and I softly make some kind of triumphant noise, not quite laughter but dangerously close from the heady feeling I get knowing that I have pleased in some way and to be honest that He too is trapped in this spiral with me, that I have brought Him to the point of no return with my body, His passion answering the call of my own. The sound was louder than I meant for it to be. Breaking into His concentration, His eyes flash down at me, His mouth turning down at the corners as He reads what is in my eyes. Even my thoughts are not my own, they are owned by Him, as is everything else about me.
He pushes my knees up against my chest then clasps my hands around them, holding them, opening me even wider to Him. His hands come up under me lifting my ass, the posture causing my back to bow, most of the weight balanced upon my shoulders, and very uncomfortable. Looking up I see the fiery gleam in His eyes as He rocks back, His cock coming completely out of me before plunging back in forcefully. Over and over He does this, the thrusts slamming me, working me, my cunt throbbing inside and out. My body responding climbing higher and higher as the urge to cum builds inside of me. He whispers in my ear, His voice sounding soft and loving, telling me that I’m on the edge again, that He can feel me gripping Him, that I always become tighter for Him right before I come, that He thinks that is the thing that He most enjoys about being inside of me. The way I seem to pull Him deeper and deeper as if I have a second, secret mouth inside that sucks Him in.
The soft sound of His laughter echoes around me, sending shivers through me, as He tells me that He knows what I enjoy most, being able to cum with Him, to feel Him lose Himself inside of me as my body pulses with pleasure. I tell Him yes, that that is one of the things I enjoy above all else, the feeling of closeness that it gives me, the feeling of completeness. His voice turns just the slightest bit colder as He contradicts what I have said. He tells me that He thinks it is the idea that I have somehow made Him cum. That deep inside of my mind I feel that He has no control over Himself when it comes to my being underneath Him spasming so tightly around Him. That I force Him in some way. That I have gotten this misguided notion that I am in control. His laughter sounds bright as He tells me that He will prove to me other wise.
He whispers once more that I should guess what He would do to me if I make the mistake of having an orgasm without His permission. My eyes widen as He thrusts deeply inside of me one final time and I feel His hot fluids squirting in my insides, His eyes looking down on me the whole time as I force my mind elsewhere so that I will not join Him in the ecstasy that He is experiencing. His hands slaps painfully against my thigh, bringing me back to focus on Him. Once again this evening, He has read my mind, in ways He knows me better than I know myself. He knows what I am going to do even before I do sometimes.
Quicker than I could ever recover, He pulls Himself out of me, going to sit on the far edge of the bed. I dare not move at this point, just lying still, holding to the position that He put me into. A little frightened, wondering how far over the line I have stepped this time. It’s not that I am frightened of anything that might happen to me, more that I am frightened that I have seriously displeased Him. That in having these thoughts I have somehow betrayed the promises that I made to Him when I received His collar. Frightened that this has lessened me in His eyes. He whom I hold above all others in my life. He that I have promised to respect and obey in all words, thoughts, and deeds.
I keep my eyes upon the ceiling, not wanting to look into His face, not wishing to see the disappointment there. All the while feeling His eyes upon me. His voice sounds, softer almost than when He was whispering in my ear, for me to look at Him. I lower my eyes from the ceiling to gaze into His, as He moves forward on the bed, sitting just by my hip. Still looking only into my eyes, He removes my hands, placing my arms above my head, and lowering my legs to lie flat against the bed. His hand comes up to softly stroke my cheek and I can see the love shining in His eyes, tears quickly springing to mine, tears that He wipes away with the tip of His thumb.
His hand slides down to wrap around my neck, softly stroking the skin, his fingertips dipping into the hollows of my collarbone soothing the skin. Drifting across my chest, his fingers tracing the outline of my nipples, His gaze calm and clear as they begin to harden, rising into stiff points. His palm coming down to press into my abdomen, sinking into the softness of the flesh, feeling the muscle that lies underneath. Then slipping even further to stroke the soft skin of my thighs as they part for Him.
His fingertips reach up to glide over the lips of my cunt, wet and slick with B/both our juices mingled, His eyes crinkling slightly as He sees how they swell and open for Him, beckoning His fingers even further. My breath stops as I wait for that touch. My body already at a high burn, flaming into life with a vengeance beneath His hands. The insistent throb running through my mind, my nipples, my sex. Everything focused on waiting for the touch that will bring the ultimate release.
But the touch never comes. Instead He leans back a little, both His hands folded over one knee as He considers me. An almost satisfied look coming over His face as He listens to my moans and cries. As I begin to plead with Him once again. The need running through me almost painful. He tells me that I may do as I wish to myself cum, but I have to bring it about myself, with no assistance from Him, and that I needn’t ask for permission, just let myself go whenever I am ready.
Unable to stop myself, knowing that I must appear almost mindless with need to Him as I hurriedly put my fingers in my sex, my thumb pressing against my clit, my hips rocking back and forth. My wrist snapping audibly from moving so fast. Tightening under my own hand, the pleasure rushing up to overtake me. Surrendering to the orgasm that I have created underneath His watchful eyes.
My body stills, lying there, drenched in my own sweat, hearing as He asks me how I feel. And a strange thought occurs to me. Physically my body got the release it so desperately need, but mentally, emotionally I feel empty, not at all satisfied. He sits there saying nothing as I turn this over in my mind, trying to figure out what it was that He has just taught me. I have the feeling that something very important has just occurred, and that if I try hard enough I will figure it out.
Questioningly I raise my eyes to His, but He still won’t say anything, obviously wanting me to discover it on my own. I run all of the nights events through my head over and over, understanding what mistake I made, but not realizing what this has to do with it, but I know there must be some connection between the two. Suddenly, it’s almost as if a light has come on inside my head, and I can see things clearer than I ever have before.
He asks me if I understand now, and I nod yes, He asks me to explain. Starting slowly and speaking clearly I tell Him that the mistake I made was in the fact that I assumed that there were times that I had control over what was happening, and that that was true, there were times that I had a limited control, but only because He, my Master, had given that to me. Not that I had taken it, nor that I had it without Him knowing, it was a gift that He afforded me from time to time because He wished to, but that it could and would be taken back at any time He wished, so in the broadest sense of the term, He actually held control at all times.
He asked me if I had learned anything else this evening, and again I nodded yes. That I had realized that I was nothing without Him, He was a part of me that I needed. That my pleasure and happiness stemmed directly from His own. I had received no real satisfaction from the self induced orgasm because deep inside I knew that it had not pleased Him. Had not really been something He wished me to do. It was just mechanical, my body going through the motions.
He nodded, smiling finally. I looked at Him and told Him that I would never make that mistake again, and He responded that He knew, now that I had discovered it for myself I would never forget it. And He leaned forward to cradle me in His arms. I was struck by that sense of awe that I get sometimes when I look at Him, that He has taught me so much, and the sense of wonder that He still had much to teach me and I still had much to learn…
