Part one - Please me...This is what i envision on doing to that ONE sub i am still seeking
Cone here - There is nothing you need to do to me .
Just stand, your hands at your side, and wait. Relax." My finger starts on your arm, stroking lightly, slowly moving up. Soon you forget about that finger, innocently making it's way up your arm, distracted by my other hand, which is capturing your thumbs and pulling them behind your back. But you are very aware of the man whose hands are suddenly all over you. Control slips away. Your heart pounds.
I stand very close, as if to kiss, our breath mingling, lips an inch apart. To maintain control I hold you firmly against the wall. My thumb against your jaw prevents you from turning to kiss me as I move closer, just missing your lips as I skirt your face on my way to your ear. "Soon I will kiss you, but first you must be properly mounted. Remove your clothes baby." Deep, loving sure, and unhurried. He releases you and steps back, watching.
You knew what I. I wanted you to make yourself available, and vulnerable and naked before me. After a brief hesitation, you walked to center yourself and, slowly, began unbuttoning your blouse...
Naked, exposed, vulnerable, and not as secure in your beauty as you would like. You watch me, considering how I feel that has occurred as my eyes roam freely across you.
Gestering to the bed, I direct you again: "Lie down baby." Coming over to you I sit, then touch you. Full touch strong enough to move your joints, muscles, and limbs. Light strokes that send chills coursing over you. Gently, firmly, I explore your face, your breasts, your legs, and arms. I even look closely at your pussy, smell you, and I don't touch your pussy, my pussy that is tingling and moist. Slowly, patiently, I move you to the position I want you in: On your back, arms raised, legs open, knees up, pillows arranged so your head is thrown back slightly, exposing your neck and thrusting your breasts and hips above the bed. I instruct you to reach down around the outside and pull open your lips, hold yourself open. A perfect woman as I say I love ur body. And a perfect lover.
I do not mount you quickly. I strip as you hold yourself vulnerable. I climb onto the bed and kneel between trembling legs. Stooping down, I breathe hot breath on you, then taste. There is no need to handle you. Softly, gently, just a teasing, wet stroking of your pussy and clit, until your breath changes. Then, moving up, my cock slides up, then down, parting the lips and finding its home, and I push. Entering just a little bit. Slowly. A gentle, insistent thrusting, then relaxation of the pressure, but no withdrawal. A little deeper with every push. Opening. Filling. Wanting. Mounting. Whispers of how good you are, how wonderful your gift, how perfectly you open your body. Soon you are filled and my body presses against you. Still, I don't withdraw at all, only push and release. Every thrust now is precious friction. Yet your mounting is hardly over, for there are still other ways I will open you...
Fully inside my hips, I then instructed you to release your pussy and push your breasts together. Obediently I see you slide your hands up and made a nest for me. Soft breasts invited me and slowly I lay down on you, our bellies touching before our chests. you felt the wonderful sensuality of ny chest supported by your soft breasts. My full weight pressed them flat as I took your wrists and pulled your arms over your head, pinning them there. you allowed it without taking your eyes off me...
Breasts taut under your weight, I pull your head up and touch our mouths together. I control every aspect of our kiss and all you need do is surrender yourself, allow it, enjoy it. As I lick and suck on you I wrap my arm around the back of your neck and drive down on your shoulders as I thrust upward. You are as open, as vulnerable, as mounted as a woman can be. Breaths mingle. Eyes lock. "You are mine baby" And you feel it in every part of you…just let yourself please me..yes Sir you reply.
"Kneel on the chair, hands against the wall," I whisper hoarsely in your ear as you stand half naked, back to me, staring dutifully straight ahead. My fingers play through your hair and across your shoulders as you momentarily contemplate your next move.
You step away from me to comply and in so doing feel the warmth of my breath on your neck replaced by the cool air of the room and shudder. From the cold? Anticipation? Perhaps a twinge of separation anxiety at our physical parting? Fear? No, you know there is nothing to be feared here, the trust that has been earned between us is our strongest bond and thus far proven to be unshakable. No, this is unadulterated anticipation. You have no idea what is going to come next, you never really do. But you have every confidence that whatever it might be, no matter how long or difficult the journey, there is always profit and reward from it in the end.
As you kneel on the deeply cushioned chair, knees apart as I have always taught you, you reach for the wall, back arched, ass out; presenting yourself to me in precisely the manner you have been shown. It is these small gestures, these little moments of exacting submission that cause my heart to swell the most with pride and desire. You have taken your submission seriously and carry it forth with great devotion and sense of accomplishment. When we are in this place together, your desire to please and be pleasing knows few bounds. While I have worked very hard to earn this submissive desire from you, not a day goes by that I do not feel a profound sense of gratitude to have been chosen to lead you every bit as much as I have chosen you to serve. We are a beautifully matched set as Dominant and submissive.
"Tonight there will be no bonds my baby beyond the emotions that bind us together; no silk ties, no cuffs, no rope," I whisper, leaning over you and drawing in your scent through flared nostrils. "Tonight I want nothing but your will; that beautiful, stunning, powerful will that you exercise each and every time you come to me. You will hold perfectly still, no matter what. Perfectly still. Is that clear?"
"Yes Sir," Yes Ro…you respond in barely a whisper, shallow breath quickening.
Straightening your hair back over your shoulders, I reach for your hands now pressed firmly against the wall, and ever so slowly trail my fingertips lightly across the backs of them and down your arms. A cascade of imperceptible little shivers rolls down your arms raising the nearly invisible hairs in their wake. I am bringing you to life, waking your body, raising its tempo to match that of your already racing mind. You shiver slightly and sigh in contented anticipation. Continuing their journey, my finger tips trail beneath your arms and along the sides of your beautifully curving breasts still contained in their revealing top. You squirm slightly as they trail down your sides leaving a delicious torment of pleasure and ticklishness in their wake.
"Be still my baby"
"Yes Sir," you respond, head leaning against an upraised arm, eyes closed, lower lip clenched between your teeth.
To be continued..........