The Bedtime Tales of Be287m

My Will

She kneels before me, head bowed, waiting. What to do, I wonder. This one-so new, so fresh, so longing. She has given me her will-what shall my will be?

She is indeed a pleasure to behold. Legs firm and long-a deer's grace now tucked beneath her. The sheer blackness of nylon ending mid-thigh. I smile at the swell of her hips-no bony adolescent here. Stomach-once crunched and stretched and pushed and pulled to its now sheen plane. Lower, she is smooth and shaved, though her treasures remain tucked from view.

A quick glance at her face, she has not looked up. A slight tremble. I surmise she is wondering how long until my first command. I will let her wait. She will savor the sweetness of it more after heady anticipation. I let my eyes continue their caress.

Her breasts like twin pears, succulent and inviting, half hidden by the unbuttoned leather vest. Round and firm, two globes waiting to be squeezed and suckled. Her nipples-taut, solid, and bouncing erratic, as her breath shudders in and out. Red strands tumble around her face, cascade around her shoulders. Hair so fine yet so full in glory. A perfect frame for those features, now turned, facing the floor.

Finally, while averted, I can see her eyes darting to and fro-afraid to countermand my direction and gaze directly at me, too unsure to stare directly ahead. I remember those eyes, they mirror my own. What a twist of fate has placed her here instead of sitting above, looking down on me.

Perhaps I shall have her pleasure me, kneeling before me, taking my cock in her mouth. Her ministrations are so tender then-light caresses and kisses. Loving licks and slow strokes, apparently savoring every taste and touch.

Or perhaps something harder and nastier. I could have her bury her face in the stuffed chair, resting her chest and shoulders upon it, while I whip her ass a fine shade of crimson. Use the paddle instead of the riding crop that worked so well before. I could force her to keep her legs spread as I alternate cheeks, even place a vibrator or my fingers inside her. Maybe even fuck her hard and furious, lashing her ass in time with every plunging thrust of my cock.

Too harsh.

Perhaps instead I should pleasure her. Something smooth and sensual. I could start by blindfolding her, then gently removing the hose and vest. Lead her upstairs to a bath-too cool for my own tastes but just right for hers. As I ease her into the tub, cover her neck and face with kisses. Then gently, slowly, dip the sponge into the water, then raise it up to caress her skin. Carefully wash each part of her, behind her ears and over the nape of her neck. Scrub her shoulders lightly before brushing across her collar bone. Slowly raise each arm and slide the sponge up from her wrist to her shoulder, then underneath and back down. Drip water onto her breasts as I cup them lightly, hefting them and relishing their fullness. Extend each leg, repeating the treatment. Upon finishing, raise her to her feet, then grab the big fluffy towel and dry her off. Finally, lead her to the bed, lie her down, remove the blindfold, and let her watch as my own tongue dances to her delight.

A wonderful thought. Yet unearned. Something else must come first.

Have her dance for me? A wild gyration, perhaps combined with a strip tease? Finished with a lapdance, skin to skin, finally skin within skin?

An over-the-knee spanking? Have her lay herself across my lap, use my left hand to blister her behind while my right probes and stretches her lower lips open? Or slides a dildo in and out? Make her suffer through three or four orgasms, me watching and smiling throughout?

She has given me her will-what shall my will be?

--Fin--

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