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I so love the idea of running into you at some public function, with me watching you this time. Watching you walk throughout the room, observing the reactions of the people around you. Your height and aura turning their minds to mush with fear and curiosity. I, of course, am merely curious and continue to study you with growing fascination, and with a tinge of fear...I must admit.
The talking around me sounds like a monotone of mumbling, because I am looking at the way your large hands move in not-so interesting conversation. You know you feel the eyes of someone in particular inside the room, but cannot seem to look around long enough to discover where the source is coming from. I notice how polite you are to them, but the feeling of someone's stare is very distracting, to say the least, and you excuse yourself from the small crowd.
You and I happen to move toward the bar at the same time, and I get the chance to take a closer look at your smoldering brown eyes. With my highly sensitive nerves, I wish to jump into your arms right now, but subtly control my raging emotions. I think to myself that by this time you will realize I am the one who is watching you, and to my surprise, you speak to me.
"Hello," You say, and I am secretly at your command. But, of course, I do not let you know this. I try to be a cool person from time to time and not be so impulsive...unless the moment calls for it. However, the second you look into my honey eyes, you're aware that something is amiss. You discover for yourself that I am the source of your awareness. Or maybe you already knew...
Being a lady, I have to play hard to get and walk away from the bar, but to my surprise again, you do not follow. Which makes me want you even more. Instead, you circle the room, chatting here, laughing there, but your attention is still on me, your soul is watching me and I can feel it. The heat in me rises and I break out into little beads of sweat between my breasts. The sensations are overwhelming, and I leave the room to find a cooler place to calm my hormones. And even though you are speaking to present company, your internal eyes follow out the room.
A deep breath is forgotten as I hear footsteps behind me in the hallway. I tell myself that it can be anyone, but the aura is too familiar and I know it's you. Suddenly, I cannot breathe again, but play it cool anyway. So I continue down the hallway to a darkened corner by a window overlooking an even darker forest. The sight of it takes my breath away and I am desperate for you to walk faster to me.
Of course you take your time, taunting me, teasing me. I revel in the tortuous feelings, but silently beg you to hurry. The wall and your approaching presence corner me. I already feel you pressing into me, but you're nowhere near. So when I see your shadow, I begin falling down that hill to orgasm valley. And with your presence now in front of me, you pick up your finger and move it twice in a 'come to me' manner, and I do.
Instinctively, I sink to my knees in front of you, but you back away to the window sill causing me to have to crawl to you. When I reach your waist, my hands grab hold of your belt to loosen it and free the cock I have been wanting to wrap my lips around since first noticing you. You set your drink by mine, silently aware that neither one of us has taken a sip. The intoxicating atmosphere we create has affected our senses enough.
I stare with restrained lust as your beautiful cock bobs out of your slacks toward my face. You smile down at me as I enclose it inside my mouth, closing my eyes at the touch. I feel you bend over and grab my wrists. You hold them down on top of my head with one hand as I suck your hard shaft into my mouth. I think about how we might look to a bystander, and the thought of being watched causes me to cream.
The simple act of sucking your cock makes my pussy throb with a fierce need. And thinking of how you look with your eyes closed in ecstasy causes me to want to orgasm right now. But I don't. I enjoy the fact that you release my hands in order to entangle your fingers into my auburn curls. Delicious sensations creep along your thighs and spine, compelling you to pull my head closer to your hips.
You are aware that I do not mind gagging on your thickness and pull me even closer. Saliva is dripping down my chin and onto my cleavage, but I can care less. And I let you continue pushing as I slowly slide my hand between your thighs to find your spot. When I am there, I let my middle finger, after covering it in the saliva on my chest, slide between your cheeks and into your ass, massaging behind your balls softly with my thumb.
The feeling of my finger causes you to moan and the sound makes my pussy melt with more cream. My finger slides up, your tight hole encircles it and I continue sliding past the perfect nerves to heighten your pleasure. Feeling your body jerk, knowing your eyes are closed, and the feeling of your head touching the back of my throat drives my body toward a ferocious wave of pleasure. Even as I orgasm, I keep my balance.
I find a rhythm of sliding my finger slowly inside you while I try to stop smiling at my recent explosion to focus on you. It is hard, but I manage, still feeling the after effects of the released tension. The pressure builds within you, continuing from the moment you felt my gaze, and seeps throughout your entire body. Your strong legs begin to weaken as a tidal wave of pleasure searches for the center of your being seeking release.
Ecstasy leaves a trail like a radius as it heads for your hard shaft. Your hands grip the window sill underneath you while the inevitable teasingly creeps along. You look down once, seeing my tongue lick your hardness, the wetness glistening on my lips, and my hidden finger massaging you. "Ughhhh!" You groan as you explode deep against my tongue. Your moans make me close my eyes, the sounds echo in my ears like sweet and sexy music.
I look up at you and smile, basking in the feeling of your spasming ass muscles around my finger. Delight sparkles in your eyes at your cum dripping down my chin and breasts. You know I'm about the clean up the delightful mess and brace yourself, the gesture squeezing just a little more seed from you. After a few moments, we rearrange our clothing, but instead of returning to the party, I continue to stand by the window and enjoy the beauty of the night.
You gave me the honor of experiencing something truly erotic with you, and it makes me smile. Since you are all clean, you head back to the party. And even though you are conversing with others, you're still thinking of me. How do I know...I can still feel you.
Now, glowing brighter than the moon, I saunter through the hallways of the remodeled castle. The decor is exquisite, yet warm and inviting. Whoever dwells in this luxurious place has lovely taste, I think to myself. And when I turn around, I see a portrait hanging above the fireplace in the den. An older man with familiar eyes, a familiar radiance, is drawn upon it in Scottish attire.
My thoughts briefly imagine what is under his kilt and I smile. Suddenly, I begin to wonder if this place belongs to you. Just then, laughter filters the air and from the corner of my eye, I see a woman pass. I notice that you follow behind her down the hall, and I am struck with a tinge of disappointment. Not because of who you are with, but that I wish to join you...or watch, but you are only escorting her to the door.
The portrait grabs my attention again and I take one last glance before heading back to the party. From afar, I vaguely hear people saying goodbyes and smooches, noticing that more are heading out. So I go to the foyer to find my things, but they aren't there. Maybe they have been misplaced, I wonder, and search for the butler.
"Excuse me, I can't seem to find my purse...or coat."
"What is your name?"
"Shaela. Shaela Tho--"
He turns around suddenly. "Ah yes, Miss Thomas. I was told to bring them...to your room."
I laugh a little. "My room? My...room?
"Yes Mistress. Will you follow me, please."
Mistress, I think, slightly distracted. Then I realize something. "Hey Mister, if we go anywhere near a cellar door, I'm out of here. You got me?
He chuckles. "You needn't worry about that, Miss Shaela, you're in good hands."
"You may know that, he may know that, but I don't know that, because I don't know him," I say, just to be cautious and at the same time wondering how he knows my name.
"I may be an old man, but my eyes know magic when they see it. I'm sure you know what I mean..."
I do not allow the older man to see how his words affect me, because what he says has some merit. When I first saw you, I had wondered if we met before, but knew it was impossible. Even touching you seemed familiar, but I was so enraptured by the moment, I did not want to ponder for too long. The butler, Edmond, leaves me in the den to await your presence. And standing by the portrait again, I feel a gentle force pushing from behind.
When I turn around, you are standing at the door with a glass of brandy in each hand. Your boots echo throughout the room as you walk toward me and hand me a glass. I notice that mine is much fuller than yours and silently think to myself, 'if he only knew,' I don't need this to get into the mood, your presence is intoxicating enough. Your stance changes and you are now leaning under the interesting portrait above the mantel. I also notice that you resemble the man in the painting, while staring dazedly at your sexy goatee.
"I really enjoyed having you here this evening. Literally," you wink. "I'll have to buy your friends twin sports cars for letting you tag along."
I laugh a little, but I'm really tickled. "I'm never that friendly to strangers, trust me."
"Strangers? Really," you say, your brown eyes dancing with the fire.
"Well...you and I...maybe not so much anymore."
"Or before then?"
"I don't know...have we met before?"
"I think so, but I couldn't tell you where. You wouldn't believe me anyway," your sexy eyes dancing with mystery.
"You know, I have this feeling about you..."
"What's that, little one?"
The sentiment definitely catches my attention, and maybe answers a question or two.
"Are you someone who is...like...in charge of...something? Or...someone?"
Your grin is light, but contagious, and I cannot stop feeling sheepish at the silly way of asking if you are a Master. Of course you understand how difficult it is to ask a (semi) stranger such a question, and put me out of my misery.
"Yes."
"Do you like doing it?" Ughhh! Another stupid question, damn my curiosity.
"I enjoy it tremendously, but it's difficult to find someone to enjoy it with...the way I like it," you say patiently.
"Do you use handcuffs?"
"If you like."
My breath catches.
"Would you allow someone to put them on you?"
"Never."
"Why not?"
"Because I am the Master," your sinister eyes smiling at me now.
With my limited knowledge on the whole genre I ask, "Have you ever spanked anyone?"
"Oh yes. I use paddles for variety, but enjoy the heat from soft skin on my palms."
"Really?" I say weakly. "You ever use a whip?"
"On occasion, for special women who like a bit of a sting to leave them breathless."
I'm speechless for a moment.
"Breathe baby," your soft voice tells me.
"My breathing is fine, I just forgot to swallow."
Your laughter is sexy and charming, but you stop with mischief in your eyes, "Do you enjoy doing that?"
"What? Breathing?" I say coyly. "I love breathing."
"Of course you do, love, but do you enjoy swallowing?"
"Every time."
Making your breath catch this time.
Your stare is intoxicating, drawing the heat out from within my body again. My skin develops a light layer of moisture as I watch your lips curve into a sexy smile. You have the mind to sit down and do so in a way that silently commands me to sit next to you. Being such a cooperative woman, when I want to be, I glide to the sofa. You sit a little closer than necessary while we discuss many things.
Images of what you would like to do to me appear before your mind, tantalize you and make your heart beat faster, but you speak to me in a calm and friendly voice. The conversation takes a turn from erotic vampyres to the joys of kissing. I listen to you speak of how wonderful of a kisser you are, and giggle as you ask if I would like for you to demonstrate. I only smile, because I might want to play hard to get.
"Shouldn't we have a drin--," is all I can say before your soft lips are pressing into mine, coaxing me to open my mouth. My lips part with a breathless sigh, your kiss taking me off guard. Your large right hand comes up to caress my cheek, then slides over my chin and down my neck. A warm, wet tongue shocks my senses like an erotic invasion.
Wishing your hands will go lower, they remain at my neck, squeezing gently. You understand what you are doing to me, you understand the need I have to feel your hand on my breast. So you slide them down the front of my thin shirt, skimming my hardened nipple. You smile as my back arches slightly from the light caress all while your tongue and lips do their magic.
The sweet seduction of your mouth is indeed distracting, igniting those sensual fires. And this is the time where I think you are about to stretch me onto the sofa and fuck me, but being the mysterious creature you are, you do not. I feel you move away, my eyes open in disappointment and curiosity. Think Shae, I tell myself. Take a look at who you are dealing with. What does he want from me?
I watch you remove your jacket and toss it over the back of the sofa. You walk over and take an uninterested sip of your brandy, your mind somewhere else. You also make a mental note not to make me any more drinks for me, in order to save a little 'change.' It suddenly dawns on me what you want and with all the inner strength I can muster, I bring myself to a level in which I had never ventured before and release control to you.
From the beginning, you seemed to emanate a certain power that demanded an unspoken respect, and I want to give you that now.
"Master Troy?"
"Yes, Shaela," looking into your glass.
"I would like to learn...to submit to you. For some strange reason, I...want to please you."
"You just did," you say, looking into my eyes.
Of course I am estatic beyond words at your pleasure.
"You're not afraid, Shaela?"
"Yes."
"Good," you say. "But you will also learn to trust me."
"I already do. I didn't mean to disres--"
"You didn't, babydoll. I just meant that in a relationship such as this, you might fear me...and love me," you tell me. "Both emotions will forever fight for a place in your mind."
You continue to explain the intricate details of the relationship we will share. The details intrigue and arouse me. I notice your patience with my questions, your easy spirit allows me to relax even more.
"You do know that you belong to me now?"
Words of possession make my heart smile; the thought of what they actually mean make me want to weep with joy. I feel protection and an underlying power whenever I look at you. Our conversation continues with you telling me I have made a wise decision in submitting to a person such as you.
Undoutedly, my ego is shooting through the roof from such a compliment. The fire slowly dies down, quelling a little of the light surrounding us. A small hill of molten embers burns softly giving the room a warm glow. We sit and enjoy the moment and vaguely wonder how I ended up on the floor, resting my head against your thigh.
"Stand up, Shaela," is your first command. "Remove your clothes," is your second.
Without hesitation I obey both commands. You watch my face as I remove my shirt with a smile. Your eyes move slowly to my bra and I remove it with a snap. I beam from the appreciation in your eyes and try picturing your hands on my breasts, your lips wrapping around them. Hardened nipples erect out of mocha colored mounds, staring directly back at you on the sofa.
Sitting in that famous, sexy, manly, open-legged position, I am tempted to throw myself between them. Instead, I unzip the back of my skirt, wiggle my hips seductively, and let it fall to the floor. Your finger twirls in the air, commanding me to turn around. So I place my hands on top of my head, modeling white panties and thigh-highs.
I slowly turn my back to you and can feel the heat of your eyes on my round ass. The mole on my left cheek catches your attention causing you to smile at the irony. Your sexy voice startles me as you bid me to come to you. I control the urge to run and come to stand expectantly in front of you.
Strong hands grasp my small waist, your fingers almost meeting up with each other. A low squeal escapes my lips as you pick me up with about as much effort to pick up a young child, and place me on your lap. My body begins to squirm because of your clothing sliding against my naked skin. The bulge in your pants raises your zipper near my clit and I have no choice but to move against it.
Finally, your hands start a deep caress over my entire body...
My breasts mold to the palms of your hands as you squeeze them. Pressing them closer together, your mouth engulfs both erect nipples into your mouth, shortening the distance I would have to wait for your tongue to go from one nipple to the other. Double doses of electric pleasure surge through me.
Within seconds the chemical reaction takes over and I am in the land of no return. I think you know this, because suddenly you release my breasts and slide your hands down my tummy, and rest them on my thighs. The hardness in your pants is definitely uncomfortable, but sorely delightful.
Shifting your hips upward causes the top of your zipper to graze my gradually swelling bud, pulling another sigh from my lips. Your hands come around, smoothing up the length of my back. My eyes close and your fingers squeeze around my ass, pulling me closer.
Suddenly, you turn me over onto the couch. Your blood races through your veins, intoxicating your mind, again. Wrapping your hands around my thighs, you pull my bottom to the edge of the sofa. I am barely situated before your head dives between my legs. The initial contact of your tongue on my exposed clit sends my body into a slight jerk.
The moment slips away slightly, because your mouth moves away from me. But all is not lost for your hands are still close by. You push my legs up, rest your palms on the backs of my thighs, and spread my lips open with your thumbs, showing you the contrast of a moist pink against caramel skin.
The exposed berry is melting with cream, making your mouth yearn for a deeper taste of the strawberry nectar. My lips are slightly plump the way you like them so you can bite, pull, and suck into your mouth. A laughing sigh is what you hear once your tongue slides inside the juicy opening.
Your speared tongue darts into my cunt making me long to feel your hard cock there instead. You withdraw from me, sliding further down. Coming back up, you leave a wet trail leading toward my clit. You look up then and watch my hands grab the back of the sofa, my head tosses from side to side as your ministrations devastate my senses.
The moans I try to hush get louder and soon I have no more cares of being heard by anyone left in the house.
"You're about to cum, Shae."
"Mmmmm...hell yeah, I meant...yes, Sir," I say, feeling your eyes on me now.
"Good girl," I hear you say as you stand. "Go stand by the window."
In my sensually drugged state all I want to do is release a little tension, wishing you show a little mercy. But I am a girl who always tries to mind her manners and slowly glide to the window. I use this word 'glide,' because I can no longer feel my feet. And a moment later I feel you behind me.
"Hands on the window sill. Good." I know you are smiling when you tell me to, "Spread your legs, girl."
"Ohhhh, Master...," I whisper.
"Shhhhhh. I haven't given you permission to speak, little one," pressing your body closer to mine. "There is a certain look in your eyes that I long to see, sweetheart, and the only way to see it is to inflict a little pain."
You step to the side of me, your left hand grabs a fist full of curls and pulls downward. I then feel your right hand circling each cheek very lovingly until a sudden *smack* stings my flesh. No sound comes from my open mouth which makes you come down harder the next time. My eyes are shut tightly, but you command me to open them so you do not miss a single emotion.
My heart finally slows as you squeeze the roundness of my cheek in your palm, soothing the tingling skin. Suddenly, as I sigh with relief, another *whack* meets my nerves, pushing the sigh into a low scream. Tears are close by and I try to hide them, thinking it is a sign of weakness. However, a tug on my hair tells me you want to see and I reluctantly turn my profile back to you.
Without warning, another blow lands on the other cheek and then back to the first gradually reddening globe. Releasing my hair, resting your forehead against the side of my face, you massage my swollen bottom, the heat you love seeping into your hands. As your hands caress further, I can feel your fingertips tickling my labia.
I scream in surprise as your large hand sends another blow against my ass, your fingertips slapping against my cunt in the process. Even though your movements are quick, cream finds a way to stick to your fingertips. And I watch you bring your them to your mouth to suck them clean.
My pussy throbs for more of your attention, and of course, you give me what I want. Each time you spank me, your fingers send sting after stimulating sting to my lips, encouraging my orgasm to find a way out on its own. I feel your cock get harder from the look you achieve in my eyes, but you also feel that I am on the verge a second time.
Throwing my naked body over your shoulder, you carry me up the stairs to your chambers. I look around through half-closed eyes at a your high bed and thick comfy pillows. Simple white, almost clear, drapes hang from the tall windows, but soon understand why as the moonlight shines through them as if they are invisible.
You toss me onto a bed made for a king then light a few candles. In the moonlight I can just make out the face of a wolf--such an apppropriate symbol, I would say--tatooed on your arm. When did he remove his shirt, I ask myself. You slowly stalk toward me, silently thinking of ways to attack your prey, giving me the chance to admire your black pants and boots.
The smoldering look in your eyes is enough to make any woman wet with need, and the secrets that lie behind yours intrigue the hell out of me. We smile at each other as a wolf howls in the distance, reminding us of the types of stories we enjoy. You take advantage of the moment and crawl to me on the bed, your seductive tease driving me insane.
Closer you come toward me, but instead of touching me, you move over to the headboard. Patting your thighs, another silent command tells me to lie across your lap. You ask me to stay on my knees, but rest on my elbows as your right hand slides between my thighs.
Long fingers search for the smooth lips of my pussy which one middle digit slides into without hesitation. My insides melt when a second finger, a ring finger, is added, driving in and out of the wetness. Cream drips down my thighs again, covering your fingers.
After you grace your fingers against my nerves, you collect more cream and spread it over the valley of my ass. Sliding back in the pool of cream, you lather more onto my cheeks, slipping closer to the bottom of the valley to moisten another entrance. Again your fingers dive deep into my pussy, pressing, pushing, and moving along side my walls.
My hips begin to sway with the movements of your hand, attempting to make love to it. I am thinking it is certainly time for you to allow me to have that orgasm...
"Mmm, Master...please, harder," I whisper, humping back against your explorative fingers.
"Patience, love."
"Nooooo," I wail, forgetting my manners.
Again, you stop. I feel you withdraw your fingers from my body, your cream-covered hand suddenly on my face, bringing me closer to your mouth. Your sweet lips are kissing and tormenting me again, and the sound of you loosening your belt excites me.
Leaning away from me, you open the top of your pants and pull out your handsome cock. "Sit on me," is all you tell me and my insides buckle, sending more cream pooling between my crevice. My clit throbs as I hover over your crown, especially when the head brushes against my swollen button almost causing the dam to burst forth.
Each ridge, each vein touches and slides against my nerves as you push through. I can only imagine the sight of my lips opening wider, swallowing your shaft until they are sitting on top of your balls.
"Ride me...slowly," you tell me. So I grab the wood chiseled headboard and bring my knees up. When I bring my hips up, I have the pleasure of hearing your voice in ecstacy, the sound an aphrodisiac of its own. I enjoy watching you stare at your cock disappear into my cunt only to come out covered in pearlescent cream.
"Faster, girl," you say breathlessly, and I do. My eyes are closed, but I hear the sound of a drawer opening and closing. I then hear a buzzing sound and your arm moving over my thigh. A small tickler kisses my clit with a hum and we both watch as it swells even larger.
"Are you going to cum, Shaela?"
"No Sir, not...not without Your...ugghhh...permission," I moan as coherently as possible.
"Good slave," You say with a wink.
"But Sir, if you keep doing that, I will."
"Then you need to practice restraint," you say softly, but with authority.
"Ohhhh...I can't, Mas-ter."
"Cum without my permission, and I will not be happy...oh shit," you moan. "Don't stop fucking me, Shaela."
"Mmmmm...Sir, please...I'm begging you," I whimper, almost near tears.
"Don't make me punish you for disobedience, girl," you speak as you continue to pass the small vibrator over my clit.
As I continue fucking you, I figure you are also close to cumming, because your breath is heavier and your words are a mess. My arms are getting weaker from holding on and from your teasing, but I do not allow that to stop me from enjoying the best ride of my life. Mainly because it is with a man such as yourself.
You groan deeply as the vibrations against my labia tremble up against your thick shaft. The mixture of masturbation and penetration catapult me toward a massive orgasm. The perfect time, in your mind, for you to lean forward to suck one of my nipples into your mouth.
I almost beg for mercy as your teeth clamp down on the hardened bud, swiping what little strength I have left.
"Oh! God," you moan. "Fuck everything right now...just cum."
I am way ahead of you. Simultaneously, rippling waves of pleasure move along our nerves, you pump your hips from the increasing tension, pistoning my slippery entrance. The tightness of it closes down, placing your dick in a moist vice. I then lose control and ride you wildly as, again, the inevitable teasingly creeps along.
Your words of affection and adoration seduce my mind into a mental orgasm as my body trembles into its own. And reality meets bliss as we both orgasm against each other's bodies. The spasms bouncing throughout as we kiss, a sloppy erotic kiss.
The exertion is indeed overwhelming and I fall to the bed. You slide your throbbing cock from my cunt and let it continue dripping down my tummy. Our nerves are still at a peak, our bodies are still moving against one another, and our minds are still on that blissful cloud...
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I come to as the back of my head gentle hits the wall. My eyes focus and I see you in front of me, doing something. You reach up and snap a cuff, hanging against the wall, around one of my wrists, then you reach up on the other side and do the same thing with the other wrist.
"W-what are you doing?" I ask, sleepily.
"You probably think that what we did earlier was part of the fun of our new relationship," you speak, leaning against the wall. "I was merely claiming my prize."
Reaching into your pocket, you pull out three silver metal balls. I look at them with confusion wondering if you're going to shove them into my mouth. To my horror and intrigue, you stand in front of me, spread my legs, and insert them in my pussy, one by one.
"No matter what...do not let them fall," as you walk away, I notice that there is a folded whip in your backpocket...
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