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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Anne's Fantasy: Things I Love (M/f D/s)
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ANNE'S FANTASY: THINGS I LOVE
At times, being a submissive can be the exquisite
scratch for the most intense itch I ve ever experienced. The
anticipation of the power exchange fills me with a gnawing,
hollow ache; the realization of it takes my breath away and
spins me higher and higher; the resolution calms and comforts me.
I love the way my master strokes my hair when he is
pleased with me. He uses his flat palm, starting at the top of
my head, and sliding his hand over my silky strands down to my
neck, then starts again at the top, like stroking a favorite
pet. Other times, he plunges his fingers into my hair, then idly
pulls them back, letting each strand drop silkily on its own.
Or when he stands behind me and gathers my hair at the
back of my crown, wrapping it around his hand and gently using
it as a rein to position my head as he desires, often pulling it
back until my chin is high in the air and my neck is bared and
extended. Sometimes he will reach around and cup my chin as
well, holding it while his lips suck on my neck. Or his hand
will brush my neck, caressing my throat, then trailing upwards
to stroke my face. Other times, he tilts my head forward to
admire the sleek line of my spine from my neck to my ass,
running his fingers down my back and licking each ripple of
muscle until I squirm and moan.
I love how my master toys with my nipples, starting with
a gentle, warm lick to wet my skin, followed by his soft lips
sucking on the hardening tips. I love how his breath feels
against my chest as he holds one breast within his palm while
cherishing the other with his mouth. It drives me wild -- I feel
the exquisite tension from my swelling breasts prickling in my
back, gnawing in my pussy, as he sucks harder, nibbling on their
tautness. Sometimes he will bite or pinch my nipples sharply but
never leaves them clamped for long. I love that he is quick and
tender, making his point, but not endangering his possession.
I love the way my master touches me, the firm, flowing
stroke of one who is confident of his ownership. He doesn t
hesitate apologetically or inquire; he fondles me as his
inspiration strikes, sometimes absently, his fingers simply
roaming by touch, or intensely, as his hands position and knead
my body as it strikes his fancy. He likes the small of my back,
the way my ass curves up and out; the hollow between my firm
breasts; the slope of my neck to my shoulders; the taut,
trembling muscle in my inner thigh; the curve of my wrist to my
hand.
I love his spontaneity. It takes my breath away to be
caught unaware by my master in a vulnerable state. My heart
flutters into my throat when he quickly opens my clothing to
touch me. I am speechless as he presses me forward over his
desk, pushing my skirt up to massage my bare ass. I don t know
his intentions -- Will he simply caress my buttocks and finger
my pussy? Will he spank me, then sit back and admire my sweet,
pink ass bent over the table? Will he fuck me there and then,
teasing me until I m squirming and wet, then plunging into my
pussy or ass until he fills me completely?
Or we ll be talking, having a normal conversation, and
he will reach to unbutton my blouse or loosen my bathrobe tie.
He ll continue talking, now caressing me, while my breath comes
faster, flustered, unable to stay focused. Sometimes he will
require me to remain naked all day while he is clothed, and I
move a little self consciously, blushing, knowing he is drinking
in the sway of my breasts and the wiggle of my ass everytime I
enter or depart.
I love being naughty, seeking his arousal by behaving in
a slutty or provocative manner. I tease him mercilessly,
wantonly brushing against him with wide-eyed innocence while
reaching for things, sitting with my legs open to reveal my bare
pussy, pinching my nipples to make them stand out high and proud
under a silk blouse.
I can see the twitch in his neck when I have piqued his
interest, or the telltale bulge in his trousers. I smile
inwardly, flaunting my cleavage or sauntering by close enough to
leave a scent of perfume in my wake or a subtle brush to his
crotch. Sometimes I will strip in front of him, making an
obscene production of each button and zipper, strewing clothing
in my wake. I toy with him, measuring the gleam in his eye, the
quickness of his breath, pushing further and further until I am
masturbating with his favorite tennis racquet, moaning and
coming without him, in a brazen challenge to his authority.
His competitive nature does not permit these activities
to remain without rebut, of course. He relishes these conquests,
his power to move me to surrender. Sometimes he will swiftly
scoop me up over his knee and spank me, holding me firmly as he
reddens each cheek with his hand, softly stroking my skin
between rounds to further inflame me, then another series of
stinging swats on my ass. Usually he fingers my clit and pussy,
forcing me to the edge of desire, then begins his punishment
anew. He leaves me dangling there, vulnerable, as he questions
my motives and ultimately wrings an acknowledgment of my
naughtiness from me. Who owns you? he finally asks, and I reply,
You do, master.
Or he will grab me, tying me wrists firmly behind me,
then push me on my back on the sofa where his wet tongue will
seek out my pussy, probing and sucking on my clit, as I moan and
buck helplessly each time he withdraws, just for the pleasure of
hearing me beg.
Or he ll force me to my knees, requiring me to undress
him with my teeth. He affixes a leash to my collar, holding it
tight and guiding my lips to his cock, as I suck and swirl him
to a powerful hardness. He pulls on the leash, as he fucks my
pussy on my hands and knees, or pressed face first against the
wall, or any position where he can control my movements by
pressing his hands and feet on top of mine, and I finally give
in to his rhythm, his groove, and we become a fusion of cock and
pussy with one breath.
I love being fucked by my master. His hard cock slides
so tightly inside my pussy. He possesses me. He owns me. Each
thrust fills me with his power. He fucks me slowly,
deliberately, savoring the pleasure of my velvet cunt stroking
his shaft and wringing moans and sighs from my lips as he trails
his fingers and twists his cock until there is an electrical
fire between my thighs and my body cannot control its bucking
and quivering.
I love the way my master holds me in his arms, gently
and tenderly, the way he kisses my forehead and brushes his
thumb over my cheeks, my lips, down my neck. I love the way,
every once in a while, he calls me baby , or when he is holding
me by the collar, my pet . I love the way he praises me, telling
me what a good sub I am, that simply thinking about me makes him
hard.
- END
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