You have never done this before. I have. We have discussed it at length:the limits, the boundaries, the definitions. We have set the scene. Thistime, at least, I will do whatever you ask. You wish only obedience, noresistance, no begging, no asking, no fighting. A safeword is set, but Itrust you, I don't feel I will need to use it, and I tell you this. Iteases your nervousness.
You lead me to the bedroom and tell me to undress. I do it slowly, let youdrink in the sight of my naked body for the first time. When I havecompletely undressed, when I stand naked before you, you do nothing but lookfor a few minutes. And even the simplicity of the act of looking arousesboth of us: you for the sight, me for the knowledge that the sight pleasesyou, arouses you.
'Lie down,' you whisper, and I move to the bed. I lie on my back, my eyesnever leaving your face, my breathing slow and calm, my soul at peace. Youare timid to use your power and you ask me again what is acceptable for youto do, to order me to do. 'Anything,' I say, smiling. 'Anything at all.'
You direct, I obey.
You tell me first to spread my legs apart and to begin playing with mybreasts, to arouse myself slowly, tease and touch and squeeze the breastsand nipples alike. While I do this, you too undress. But your eyes neverleave my actions. I notice your growing arousal: your penis begins tostiffen. And I too am growing more aroused as my nipples harden under myown ministrations. Masturbation is lonely, but shared it is ofttimes betterthan 'sex', and having an audience may make me shy, but somehow it increasesthe pleasure as well. I tell you these thoughts, and you nod, agreeing.
Your next order is no surprise. You tell me to start teasing my nowmoist vagina. I am allowed only to touch lightly, to skirt, to explorethe slowly swelling labia, to tickle the clitoris. Anytime I start to domore you reprimand me, but gently. You start stroking and rubbing yourorgan and it grows, pushing from the foreskin. I am fascinated: I havenever been with an uncircumcised man.
It grows more and more difficult for me to keep merely teasing, and Itry to increase my motions, my intensity of masturbation. All the whileI have continued playing with one breast, and I already ache for release.You walk to me and remove my hands from my sex, and order me to place mywrists together, holding my arms above my head. You tie them gently butsecurely together, then blindfold me. If I was not already within yourcomplete control, I am now.
I gasp as I feel your mouth on my nipple, sucking and licking. You reachto my other with one hand, gently sucking on the one, more roughly treatingthe other. The contrast makes me moan in pleasure, and I begin to squirm.Somehow, even blindfolded, I sense your smile.
I am very aroused, and I know you understand how much I want the culmination,the release of orgasm. Yet, at the same time, I never want this to end.
I feel movement and you are between my thighs, kissing gently. When yourfinger enters me, I thrust my hips upward in a completely involuntarymotion, and a soft cry of pleasure escapes my lips. Slowly you draw yourfinger out, and now you begin to lick. Your tongue traces the shape of mysex, learning, memorizing, teasing. You move your attentions occasionallyto my clitoris, but only briefly each time, then return to teasing. Youstart increasing the rapidity with which you lick and the length of stay at the clitoris. As the pace increases, I begin again to moan.
Finally, as I think I can stand it no longer, you stop. I think for a momentthis, too, is a tease, but I am wrong. You enter me with an almost violentthrust and I cry out your name. We move together and I clench my innermuscles at each downstroke. We moan in chorus, in the passionate song oflove.
I achieve my orgasm first, but my cries and moans of passion bring youto your peak. You, too, cry out, and every cry each of us makes is an echoof the word 'love'.
You slow, you stop.
After a brief pause, you remove my binds and we hold each other in theaftermath, whispering endearments.
'Sleep tight, my love, my lover.'
And our sleep is peaceful, tonight.-- ÿ