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Her power was mesmerising. The way she held herself. The way she commanded the room. It was only me in it, but she owned it. She owned me. She had made her position clear, as she strolled around in grace and thigh high stockings. Heels and lace underwear set. My eyes followed her. She had given me an option: not touch her, or be tied up.
I chose the latter, knowing from experience that I would not be able to trust myself if I was free to move. She walked back over to me, swaying her hips with every step, the rope in her hands. She held an overwhelming confidence and sultry smirk as she walked over to me, laying me on my back on the bed.
“Hands above your head,” she commanded. Her voice was soft, despite her cold appearance. I was not one to disagree with her. She held my wrist as she tied it to the head of the bed. A simple action, but the physical contact was enough to send a spark through me. Her touch always had that effect on me.
Once she had secured my one wrist, she moved to my other. Leaning over my body, laying down on the bed, she worked on the rope and my wrist, her breasts tantalisingly close to my face. The temptation to stick out my tongue and trace it over the soft curve of her was overwhelming, as was the alluring scent of her as she was close. She was under my skin. I could inhale her!
Too soon, she pulled away, and I tested the restraints from her. Solid. There was no movement. She was firm.
“You brought this upon yourself,” she reminded me, once more coming delightfully closer and bringing her lips to my neck. “If you could control yourself, I wouldn’t have to do this,” she added, bringing her lips to my ear. “But you can’t control yourself around me, can you?” she whispered. She pulled away, leaving me breathless. I watched her perfect ass shake from side to side as she walked away
“What should I do with you?” she mused to herself. Unable to contain myself, I replied.
“Anything you want.” At my words, she turned her head to face me, eyebrows raised at me speaking out of turn.
“Firstly, you address me as ‘Mistress’. Understood?” she asked, walking back over to me, and standing over the bed.
“Understood,” I replied. She smirked and brought her hand down to my chest, her nails scratching in the valley of my breasts and scratching down the skin of my stomach. I hissed at the pain, but the pleasure of her touch went straight to my core.
“Yes, what?” she asked
“Yes, Mistress,” I corrected. She smiled at me.
“Good girl” she coaxed, dropping her fingers down to tease my inner thighs, close enough for her to feel the effect she was having on me, but not close enough for my liking! She licked her lips, staring at my pussy, clad only in a black lace thong. My bra was discarded on the floor long ago with the rest of my clothes, after she had made me strip before her.
Coming out of her trance, she pulled her hand away, and took a step back.
“Secondly,” she continued, “I know I may do whatever I want to you. You are at my disposal. For me to use. For me to play with. Only speak when you’re spoken to,” she finished. An authoritative growl to her still soft voice. I kept quiet.
“Do you understand?” she prompted
“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, a combination of wanting her to pleasure me, but also to please her, to follow her every command and do whatever she asked. I wanted to cum, there was no denying that, but more so, I wanted her to use me. I wanted her to cum, because of me. That feeling was overwhelming.
I watched her, as she stood back, and ran her hands over her body, touching her hot skin, feeling her breasts, her toned stomach. I watched her peel her bra from her body, and my eyes dropped to her prefect breasts.
She ran her hands over them, cupping them. Feeling them. She rolled her nipples between her fingers and threw her head back as pleasure coursed through her. Keeping one hand to play with her breast, she pulled her other hand down the skin and under the fabric of her thong. I watched as her finger teased her clit, slipping lower to her slit, obbserving as she toyed with herself.
After what felt like an eternity of torturous pleasure and heavy breathing, she pulled her finger from the fabric, took a steady step over to me, and ran her finger over my lips before slipping inside. I took time to suck her finger, wanting to taste her. All of her. Only when she pulled her finger away from me, I licked my lips, desperate for more.
She bore her eyes into mine, daring me to look away as her fingers looped onto the fabric of her panties on her hips, and slid them down her silky thighs. Stunning thighs. Beautiful. Every inch of her was perfection!
With her thong hooked on her finger, and a sultry look in her eye, she sauntered back over to me. She lowered her lips to mine and seized me in a passionate kiss, her tongue flicking over my lips, as though she was tasting herself from my lips. She kissed me so tenderly, so sweetly. Yet the passion and desire was evident. Her touch went straight to my pussy, begging for her touch.
She pulled away from my lips. I lifted my lips to meet hers, to stay connected for as long as I could. She lifted the thong, and held it close to my face. Close enough for me to smell, not close enough for me to taste. She knew just how to tease me.
She lowered the fabric to my breasts, and ran the sodden material over my tender, sensitive, hard nipples. I could no longer fight back the moans of pleasure as she tormented me. The way she teased and toyed with me, I closed my eyes, letting my mouth fall open. This woman could make me cum from the simplest of touches.
“Open your eyes,” she commanded after a few more minutes of teasing me. I complied. “I want you to taste me,” she instructed. Before I could even comprehend the words, which had just slipped from her seductive lips, she crawled onto the bed beside me and placed one soft, lingering kiss to my lips, before straddling my face, her dripping clit millimetres from my tongue.
Wasting no time, I slipped my tongue between her folds, and flicked, sucked and teased her clit, alternating between her clit, and into her tight, wet hole. She tasted incredible. There was something addictive about her taste. Or perhaps, the soft moans which escaped her lips as she let me tongue-fuck her.
Mastering her body in a few minutes, I knew what made her shudder. I knew when to lick, when to suck, when to blow cool breath onto her sensitivity. She was rocking her hips, riding me before long, and it was not long after that she found her release with a lustful scream as she climaxed. I made sure that my tongue caught every drop, licked her clean, and teased her desire.
“Very good, My Pet,” she whispered after a short while. Pulling her leg back over my body, and tracing her tongue over my lips, but not kissing me this time, she moaned once more, and knelt beside me on the bed.
“Thank you, Mistress,” I replied. She smiled down at me. Her hair tickling my still sensitive nipples. I realised soon after that this was intentional, and allowed myself a breathy moan of pleasure at her touch.
“Whatever you do, Pet. Do not cum,” she instructed as she lowered her lips to my stomach, tracing her tongue and lips down my soft, taut skin and to my hips. She pulled down my own thong, and exposed my aching pussy, the cool air a pleasant contrast from the hot wet material which covered me before.
She positioned herself between my legs and kissed over my pubic bone, to my pussy.
“So beautiful,” she whispered before teasing my slit with her tongue. She dove straight in. There was nothing delicate about her actions, yet they were so precise. She knew just where to touch me to drive me insane. A pleasure filled me, one to which nothing else would compare.
I was getting close, but I knew my instruction was not to cum. That was, until she slipped a finger inside me and stroked my inner walls, finding that spot inside me which she knew was my weakness. From the second her finger first found the bundle of nerves within me, I my hips buckled and my breath increased.
“Please! Mistress please!” I begged. So desperate to find my release, but equally not wanting to disappoint her.
“Hold on,” she encouraged as she slipped a second finger in me, stretching out my tight pussy more, bringing me impossibly close. I began rocking my hips in time with her, arching my back off the bed, desperate to climax. I didn’t know how much longer I would be able to hold on. I let out a loud moan, one which I had no control over, so close to the edge. I could see it. Feel it. A few more seconds...
SLAP
When she had pulled her fingers from me, I could not tell you. But the hard spank to my tender clit brought a sharp pain from my pleasure, which brought me back down to Earth.
“Sorry, Mistress,” I apologised, amazed that my voice sounded as steady as it did.
“I told you not to cum. You were about to,” she said. Her voice, regardless of the tone, went straight to my core, my want for her never stronger. “Will you be good now?” she asked
“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, and her fingers returned to my core, teasing my clit in slow circles. Tantalisingly slow. My moans increased, especially when her tongue slipped inside my folds, and her finger kept teasing me.
Her actions continued only increasing in pace, pressure and accuracy. She was driving me insane. This woman knew my body inside and out. As though it was her own. She knew just what I liked, just how I liked it. I had never felt such overwhelming pleasure before. She was my desire. She was my fantasy. And yet here she was before me, licking me. Tasting me. Holding me.
She gripped onto my thighs and dove in deeper. More and more. I was on the edge. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, my breathing and moans filled the room. I was losing control, and quickly! I wanted her. Needed her. She was everything to me in that moment.
When her words came, it was as though a wave crashed over me. “Cum for me, Pet” I did not ask for confirmation. I did not ask for more from her. At her word, at her command, everything I had been holding onto, the build-up, the pressure, the tension—the carnal desire—at her word, for her tongue, for her, I found my release.
My sight went black as I was taken to a world where there was nothing other than me, her and this pleasure I felt. My body was on fire, but painless. A numbness of safety. I lost track of time. I could stay in this word forever, as though I was hungry, and she was the only food I craved. A hunger only she could quench. A craving which only she could fulfill.
Eventually, I found the strength to open my eyes. At some point, she had untied my wrists, and she was gazing down at me, Love and lust in her eyes, as she stroked her finger along my jawbone.
“Beautiful,” she whispered.
Hortense
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