"Some women have desires that only trust can reveal."
~ J. Hood
I heard him whispering my name in my thoughts as I tried to find him in my sleep. Only to awake when I feel his fingers lightly stroking my face, tracing my lips as they glide down my chin on their ways in what hoped would be a slow journey south.
"Close your eyes, my love," you whisper in my ear as your tongue flicks the lob. I shudder out a long low moan as I do as I have been told. Blindfolding, stealing away one of my senses, my other senses quickly take over and it my skin that is the first to respond. A fire is awakened in me, and my skin begins to feel so hot and tight that there doesn't seem to be enough room in it for all of me. Then you add fuel to my fire you in the most seductive whispers you telling what you are going to do to me. I shudder and moan in response as my heart races to keep up to keep up with my desires. You laugh softly against the side of my face your warm breathe setting the loose hairs there to shift every so lightly. That alone sends a tingling wave of desires through my body, and at that moment there is not a part of me that is not open to you. In response, I open my mouth and spread my legs wide as an invitation to your amorous intentions. My clit, now throbbing slowly and hard in anticipation of your wandering fingers hopes the rest of you would follow. As I long to have your cock inside of me, tasting it, drinking down you cum as you fuck my face with me on my knees looking up to you or between my legs or in my ass, fucking me in long deep strokes that have me begging you take me. It is all that I dream about, and yet your fingers are the only thing that is touching me. I moan for more even saying so. You laugh and put me into a position that pleases you with me bend at the waist over something with my feet on the floor spread apart, arms together out in front and up above me tied together and attached to something. My large bare breasts sway ever so slightly, and even that causes my clit to twitch. I am so aroused that the evidence of it is slowly moving from between my thighs and perfuming the air. I listen and feel you as you walk around my body touching, pinching and kissing it here and there as you tell me how beautiful I am. Then you cup my breasts one in each of your large hands that barely contain the overflow. You massage my ridged nipples with open palms. They are sensitive and responsive sending waves of tingling sensation all over my body so much so that I go up on my toes pushing my them forward and deeper into your touch. Then there is the pain with the pleasure as you pinch my nipple between your finger and I began to orgasm. Shaking and chanting your name I start to give myself to it but then there is a sharp smack on my ass, and I came crashing back into my body leaving the orgasm behind.
Did I say that you could have that?
The voice was calm and authorial and my body quickly snapped to attention.
"No, no Master you hadn't said that I could ... cum," I said between deep breaths and chattering teeth not from cold but from the internal quacking that was threatening to shake me apart from the inside out. In spite of feeling like a child had been caught with her hands in the cookie jar, but he had told me that my body was like a special treat to him.
His lips touch mine then hover just above my mouth, and I breathe him in, his warmth, the taste of me on his lips and the cognac that we shared earlier. The combination was intoxicating, and I honestly had started having trouble remember where he began and I ended. It had started the day have we had spent the night together and he after his homecoming party. The message that Sebastian now Master had left me was just one word: choose and his number to let him know my answer. After careful consideration I called, answering on the second ring he said my name and I responded Master. Since that time we have spent every moment we could together, at first setting the boundaries of our relationship and later exploring those boundaries. It didn't take long as I had been in such a relationship with my husband it was an integrated part of our marriage and like all things, it disappeared with him when died. I closed that part of myself down and concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other and taking care of my then seven-year-old son who had lost the one man who was the world to him. Now my son is looking to follow his father's career, and I am now opening myself to the sensations and desires of another.
Unable to see his face because of the blindfold I continue to let my other senses tell me about him. I feel him as he moves around me, stirring the air as he places his hands on me or his lips and sometimes his teeth. With each, I want more, but know that I can only have what he is giving me at this moment. Master is teaching me about patience as he has noted that is intimate situations I have little to none. He continues his teaching, and I am drenched in sweat, my body is humming, and my pussy is contracting so hard seeking something to grab on to that it hurts. The pleasure of it all is almost more than I can stand. I am on my tip toes now with my ass arched as high, and I can get while still hold into the robe that my hands are tied around.
He praises me for being such a good girl, following his every instruction after having been "reminded" earlier for being impatience. Then I hear the sound of a zipper being moved and fight to quiet myself and not lose my hard fought for control. I know now that he is going to give my treat. My mouth waters and the walls of my pussy flex rapidly in anticipation of what is to come. I position my body as best as I can to receive Master either in my mouth, pussy or ass as he sees fit to reward me. He is still touching me, stroking my flesh, or biting me lightly as he continues to walk around me. Behind me now I feel a different sensation and for a moment I am confused, then I realize that Master is using the head of his cock to stroke me. I moan and stretch my body as much as I can in pleasure at this new tease and receive light but firm smack on my ass.
"You were doing so well, but now you are a bad girl," Master said with disapproval in his voice as he stands behind me with my ass up and legs spread wide presenting my most delicate bits for his viewing pleasure.
Then he starts to thump the head of his cock against the space between my anus and pussy sending multiple vibrations into both that has me begging to be fucked. At this point, I didn't care if I have failed the lesson or that I am begging, I want what I want, and I need Master to give it to me. I want to be fucked so hard that I cum seeing stars behind this blindfold and scream his name so loud and often that I am hoarse from it, but he does nothing. In fact, he steps away and goes silent. For a time I think he had left the room and had gone into another room his house. Then I feel the air stir around me and the sensation of him as he walks to stand in from of me. I hear and feel the lowering of the rope, and I go to my knees on what seems to be a large cushion of some kind. I am now at face level with Master's cock. At this point, my body is not my own, and I shake with desire, and I am drenched in sweat so much so that the blindfold is sliding down.
"Don't move," Master says into my face and then quickly steps away.
I listen inattentively waiting for what is to come next.
"Keep your eyes closed,"
I do as have been told as the blindfold is removed from me and face is wiped with a cool damped cloth, and another blindfold is put back in place. Followed by sips of cold water... no something like gator aide but better while Master wipes me down. During all of this, he says nothing allowing his care and attention to my needs to speak for itself. Making me want to go into his arms and make love to him, but as quickly has it has started the moment was over. Master steps back taking the drink and the cloth with him leaving space in his wake, and at that moment I had never felt so alone. Then Master was back holding my face between his warm hands for a moment looking down into face I assumed as I was unable to see him. We were like that for time frozen like statues. I could feel the muscle of his legs against my nipples, and he moved closer to me allowing me to rest my head on his stomach and cock. The scent of him had me rubbing my face against his body to coat myself in it and if possible to suck the head of his cock into my mouth. My Master had quenched one thirst, but not the other.
"Open your mouth," he said
And I did to be rewarded with just the head of his cock sliding between my lips and nothing more his fingers block the rest from me. I sucked at it licking the smooth, velvety head caressing every nook and cranny with my tongue. Tasting the sweet saltiness of him and wanting more but understanding that it was not possible. I tried to reach up between us, but my hands were still tied, and Master stopped me by grabbing a fist full of my hair and pulling me off his cock. It came from my mouth pop and a moan of frustration from me. Releasing me, I sat back on legs waiting for whatever was to come next. Then after some readjusting, I have hung up again but this time with a padded bench underneath to support me.
Master positioned my legs wide apart again but this time tying them in place. Then he untied my hands and retired them to handles that were part of the bench I was on. This place with my ass up and my head down but able to support myself with my hands if I liked. Then he spent the next,.. oh God I don't know how long licking and sucking along with putting fingers and vibrators against my clit and into my pussy and asshole. I cum so hard that it feels like the bench is shaking, but it wasn't... it was me. My voice is all but gone, and sweat has saturated the blindfold stinging my eyes and knew that he was not finished with me.
"You can rest now a baby as I will be taking it from here. I'm going to fuck your soul after I fuck you,", Master said calmly as if we were discussing the weather and I almost laughed.
He did what said and more. I lost myself in his touch as his body moved in and out of mine like waves beating against the shore. I came, and I came drowning in his ocean.
Later, after a warm massaging bath and soothing balms rubbed into stressed and raw places, Master held me in his arms against his body as I drifted off to sleep, feeling safe, warm and sated.
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