I've been here on The Cage for a few months now, and have had quite a few interesting chats. One of my chat friends loves my fantasies and is an imaginative writer. She wrote this story for me, and I wanted to share it with you.
For Ma’am - Hypothetical
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My heart is pounding, and I can feel the butterflies dancing in my stomach. It is only nerves. I have agreed to meet with Ma’am. Tonight, I will submit to her, and her husband will be there watching it happen. I do like to be watched.
As she requested that I wear what I am comfortable in, I decided on black lace panties and a black lace bra. I have covered myself in a black silk robe. I enjoy the feeling of the soft material against my skin.
She opens the hotel room door with the key that was left for her at the desk. My nervousness increases as they both enter the room. Her husband goes and sits in the chair in near the window. She approaches me and kisses my lips gently at first, testing…tasting. The kiss quickly deepens.
I like the feel of her lips, the teasing of her tongue, I can feel myself getting lost in the kiss. She pulls away with a satisfied smile. She tells me to remove the robe. I untie it, remove it, and then lay it on the edge of the bed. Her praise at my simple task helps fortify my courage.
She removes something from her pocket. In her hand are adjustable nipple clamps. They have a chain running between them. I visibly swallow and she says, “Maybe for later.” She sets them on the nightstand.
She stands in front of me and strokes her fingers over the tops of my breasts above the cups of my bra. My breathing speeds up and I can feel the flush of arousal on my skin. She moves behind me, still stroking my skin. Her lips graze my neck as she pushes the cups of my bra down, exposing my breasts.
Standing behind me, she cups my breasts and squeeze. Her lips are still at my neck, and she moves her fingers to my nipples and pinch. I let out a soft moan. She pinches harder until I whimper. Then she releases them.
I remove my bra and kneel on the bed as she instructs. She takes the tie from my robe and secures my wrists behind my back. My chest is thrust forward and on display for her and our viewer, who remains in the chair. She begins to fondle my breasts again. Now she dips her head and licks playfully at my nipples. Her eyes watch mine as if judging my reaction. She sucks one nipple into her mouth, and I whimper at the pleasure. I can feel my panties growing wet. She moves to repeat the same attention to my other nipple.
She asks me if I am wet for her and I say, “Yes, Ma’am.” I blush as she moves her hand to my center and rubs my slit through the outside of my panties. She praises me and presses against my clit as she takes a nipple back into her mouth.
