Edging and Control
I take you out for Dinner: the week is done and it is time for some Us time. I really enjoy showing you off, you look fabulous in that long flowing skirt and top, wearing the bra and panties set I got for you from Harrods.
Very special, they complement your skin tone perfectly and make you feel special.
You have a very important place in our connection and, as always, have much to give me, freely and willingly.
The evening passes quickly: delicious food, soothing wine and the trials and tribulations of the past week fade away. Thoughts turn to the weekend and all the possibilities it offers.
We leave the restaurant and go back to my house, you are already tingling at what I might have in mind for you and what I expect of you. This will be a busy evening for my submissive.
Tonight will be very different and memorable: I will be taking you much, much further than before.
I tell you to undress but leave your panties on and lay on the bed on your back, which you do obediently, carefully hanging up your clothes (I like order and tidiness) and getting into position.
I run my hand over your panties which are nicely wet, tracing their outline and gently pressing them against your gorgeous warmth.
Be quiet – no sound is my Order, which immediately stops you moaning as the tease factor is very much building up inside you.
I take your panties off and fold them carefully, they are mine now.
I find your clit and gently stroke it with the very tip of my tongue, dancing carefully and delicately, seeing you writhe and knowing that the urge to moan and cry out is becoming a real challenge now.
I stop and lay next to you on the bed, kissing you lightly and start to tease you with my fingers, exploring all of that beautiful wetness, probing slowly and deliberately and then returning my attention to your clit.
Circling and stroking her, I can see that you are getting near to a hard cum and, seeing this, stop and remove my hand. Your breathing is intense and I can feel just how much you wanted that, but, right now, that is NOT allowed.
I leave you on the bed and walk over to the dressing table and find a makeup brush with very fine fibres: time for you to really focus upon what I am doing. I run the very tip of the brush over your clit, seeing your back arch as I do this, knowing that your tipping point is about to hit. Despite my Order NOT to speak you whisper Please, Please and I tell you to be quiet.
Frustration, the delicious agony of waiting and expecting, wanting and needing all wrapped up in the moment, all leading to a bigger outcome.
I remind you of your dedication to me and that you are totally Owned and that I have high standards that you are nowhere near meeting. You need to try much, much harder.
Starting from now.
Your body subsides for a few minutes and I start again, eating you and teasing your clit with my tongue, just enough time to get you back into the groove of deep, wanton need.
I remind you that you are NOT allowed to cum and if you do then you will be spending tonight on the bathroom floor with no covers.
I start to tease and stretch your nipples, seeing them get even harder with my pinching and rolling them between my thumb and forefinger, hearing soft moans and gasps as I do so.
Be quiet! I remind you of my Order about that subject or I will just leave you there.
Your breath starts to get more erratic and your pulse races as I start to tease you again, wriggling now in frustration and absolute abandonment, lost in the desperate urge to cum and get release, me using your need to cum against you but in a positive and focused way.
This is now about allowing you to cum, edging you to the point where you will do ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING for me, denying you, pausing, slowing down, speeding up, any direction and pressure I decide, seeing you so wanton and focused, grateful in hearing me give you permission to cum, something that you have wanted from the very start when you got undressed.
I allow your release and to speak: it all happens very quickly, your gorgeous body tenses and relaxes, tenses again as the power builds up, you cry out in thanks and in absolute dedication to me, knowing your place and sharing your joy.
After the ecstasy has subsided I whisper in your ear that you are Owned and that you will do anything I ask.
Which you always will, without fail.