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A little light bondage and submission enhances their sexual pleasure
I am so happy that I have been accept what you have to give me, and love and cherish you for it. I am so lucky that you chose me to submit to, and to let me take control of your pleasure, of every sensation, and that you let me make you mine through what I do with that control.

I want all the things that you know, and many you don't know, that we can do to enhance your pleasure, to make your arousal and our play, as well as your orgasms stronger, more intense, longer lasting, and more frequest too. I want to hold you,and play with you soft and gentle, I want to grab you and fuck you hard, plunging my cock in to your soaking cunt, and fuck you while I bite you just a little. I want to leave a small mark on your skin, so that when you see it, you think of me and you ache and it marks you mine – mine with equal parts love and lust. But only insofar as you choose to give, and and no more.

I remember the day you suggested that we play a little game, something to enhance the mutual pleasure that we found in making love. I was willing because I knew that it could be done with the same loving care that we usually placed in our sexual expression with one another, and with the same care that I placed in conrolling your pleasure totally.

Do you remember, Hazel? Do you remember how we acted it out, and the incredible pleasure we felt doing so?

I can recall it very clearly, the day I pretended to become your Master in a more classic sense than we usually play. It seems so strange, even now, knowing the strength of your personality that the depth of your submission was such. But I have to confess that I loved it, because I loved how you so thoroughly enjoyed it. It brought us closer, and made me realise that we still have so much to explore. While I wouldn’t want to do things this way all the time…..once in a while is good.

You were at home, you said you were going to be painting all day, something about a marine turtle someone had sent you and you wanted to paint it. I came home early because I love watching you paint, it is nearly as beautiful as watching you cum. I love the intensity in your lovely hazel eyes, your hair tied up to keep it out of the way, a t-shirt often with no bra and an old skirt or a pair of thin track pants that cling to your beautiful form.

Arriving home, I opened the door and walked into the living room, where you were curled up on the couch watching a sexy video of two women getting off grinding on each other’s legs. Having watched you do that, I knew it was something that excited you. I almost fainted from sudden arousal syndrome when I realised you were one of the women in the video. It was the one that I had shot for you a few months earlier, and had quite forgotten about in the press of a heavy business load.

I could see that you have been playing with your pussy, because your pretty pink track pants were all wet in the crotch. But I knew you had not had your first orgasm yet, because if you had, the track pants would be on the floor. I know you well enough to know that.

Without saying a word, I walked over, and stood in front of you, looking with accusing eyes. Silently, I put my briefcase on the coffee table, opened it up, and took out the small leather whip that I had just bought as part of the game. Giving you my most menacing look, I screwed the flexible tails into the hard leather handle, shifted it threateningly into my right hand, and slammed the whip down onto the table. The sharp crack made you jump, and I could see goose-bumps on your soft, sensitive flesh.

“What have you been up to? Playing with your clitoris? Who gave you permission to do that? Who?” I asked this in a very firm, dominant voice.

“No one,” you whimpered. “I … just … felt like … well … I wanted to cum.”

“How many times must I tell you, you must phone me and get my permission if you want to cum during the day,” I said firmly. “Those are the rules. You break them, I have to punish you.”

You merely shook your head in response.

“And Hazel, who said you could watch that video of you and Michelle?” I asked.

“Nobody. Sorry Sir. I found it, and put it on, and then I got horny,” you said.

Do you have any idea how much I wanted to take you then, over the back of the couch, while you watched yourself and Lauren making the sweetest love? It required a massive effort of will not to do that. But that was for another time.

Opening my briefcase again, I took out two pairs of padded handcuffs and handed one pair to you, keeping the slightly bigger one for myself to carry.

“Here. Carry these. Go upstairs. Now!” threatening you with a lash from the whip.

You remember it don't you? You are already tingling in remembered anticipation. I know your mind and body and how they react together.

*****

I followed you up the stairs, sharply slamming the whip down on your beautifully rounded buttocks when I pretended to think you were climbing too slowly. You let out a soft cry, and climbed faster.

“Go into the bedroom,” I ordered.

Inside the bedroom, I gave you a little push, and you fell onto our big four-poster bed. I noticed the extent of the wetness in your track pants had grown. I really loved how the scenario had made that happen. There was more to come, and knowing it makes my cock grow a little and start producing its own wetness as I write these words of memory.

Taking the tangle of handcuffs away from you, I ordered you to take off your track suit, but to leave your lacy blue panties and bra in place. You comply with my wishes, and throw me the track pants as you lie back on the bed.

I dropped the handcuffs on the floor as I instinctively reached to catch your pants.

“Did I give you permission to do that?” I asked firmly.

I shouted, but could not resist putting the crotch of your discarded garment up to my nose and inhaling deeply of your musky scent. I could feel your cooling moistness in the material as it pressed against my face. I felt my own wetness beginning to soak through my trousers, even though I didn’t have a full erection yet.

“Kneel on the bed!” I ordered. “You know how I want you to kneel, Hazel. It is not as if we haven't done this before.”

“Are you gonna spank me, Stormy?” you asked. “I was naughty, I should be spanked. I am sorry.”

“Well, if you are sorry, maybe I won't spank you,” I said with a little smirk on my face.

“Erm, well, it was rather nice, so nice that I think I will do it again soon,” you said.

“Are you trying to make me spank you?” I asked.

“Erm, no Sir,” you said meekly.

And just as you finished the word “Sir” my hand came down on the soft cheek of your ass, and it was not a gentle slap. It was serious, the kind of slap a mother might have given a really unruly child in the old days when you could still spank them. Your skin turned red, and I applied the same force to the other cheek, and heard your moan.

“Take that, Hazel, you naughty girl,” I said.

“Oh yes, Stormy Sir. I was a very naughty girl. But I am your naughty girl. So, you can do what you want with me,” you said in a moaning kind of voice.

I could tell that it was a moan of pleasure, and I loved that. Slapping the other side again and then back and forth a few more times, before I kissed your red skin. My kisses felt and cooled off the hotness, but added their own sensations to what you were feeling.

Leaving off the spanking, I picked up the handcuffs, and ordered you over onto your back on the bed. Slowly, deliberately, I walked to the head of the bed, took the smaller cuffs and cuffed your right arm to one of the posters. I took off my jacket, and threw it into a corner, as I inched my way around to the other side of the bed, and cuffed your other arm to a poster.

I stared into your hazel eyes, your flowing hair covering the pillow, accentuating the beauty of your face. The little golden flecks in your eyes, as always, drove me wild with desire. I new you to be one of the smartest people I ever met, and your intelligence, the sparkling need to know in your eyes was just about the most erotic thing I could imagine experiencing.

But I was getting side tracked by all these thoughts. I turned back to the game, and tried to look as menacing as I could, when all I felt was love and lust.

“Spread your legs. Do it now!” I ordered, picking up the whip from the floor where I had dropped it.

“Yes Sir,” you said.

Quivering before me, you open your legs, and I could see the large wet spot in the crotch of your panties. Looking down at my own crotch, I saw that a smaller wet spot, the size of a coin had made itself visible on the left side, the side on which I dress. I touched my finger to it, feeling the warm moistness through my trousers.

Slowly taking the few steps to the foot of the bed I stood there looking at you for a couple of minutes, without saying a word. Then I reached out, and roughly cuff your right leg to the bedpost. Your eyes were downcast, as though uncertain whether I am playing, or if I was really angry with you for masturbating without my permission.

“Is he playing the game, or is he for real?” you thought.

Yet, I love the way you enjoy masturbating. Knowing how much you like to cum when I am away, and how you use your fingers, the shower, and your friend Vivien to get off just excites me. Your apetite for Lush stories, and even the fact that you chat to people on Lush and get horny excites me to no end. But I could not let on to that in this scenario.

“Look at me,” I ordered, picking the whip off the foot of the bed and cracking it against the other post.

You looked up, and saw that I had put the other handcuff & the whip down on the foot of the bed, and I was stroking my finger in little circles around the growing wet spot on my trousers. Looking at my face, you could see that my eyes were getting wet, and had little stars of arousal in them. Little stars that you know, despite my pretence otherwise, were there because you excite me. Your pleasure excites me. Always. Knowing this added to the growing warmth in your abdomen, and the tingling moistness in your crotch.

“Umm,” you moaned softly.

Looking you in the eye, I grabed the remaining handcuff and attached it to your ankle. Still holding the free end of the cuff in my left hand, I ran my free hand up your silky leg, almost to your crotch. I bypassed your crotch altogether, and let the back of my hand caress your other leg, shifting my position to run it all the way down to your ankle. Once there, I quickly hooked the handcuff to the bedpost, and looked down at your beautifully spread body.

Shaking my head, I left the room. You were scared. Where have I gone? Have I gone and left you chained to the bed?

“Stormy,” you called out in an uncertain voice.

“Be quiet! I didn’t give you permission to speak. Did I, Hazel?” I called back from the living room. Moments later, I returned carrying a large red feather.

But I didn't enter the room, immediately.

“Stormy?” you called again.

Silence.

You started to move like you are going to try to get out of the cuffs and touch yourself, but they were too well fastened for that.

“Stormy?” you called again.

I walked quietly into the room.

“You were being naughty girl, weren’t you?” I asked, an edge of derision in my voice. “You didn’t think that I would come home and catch you, did you?”

“No,” you managed, still a little uncertain if this is game or reality.

“You little greedy cum slut,” I said.

You whimpered, and I knew it as a sound of pleasure.

I walked over to the bed, and I began with your feet. I passed the feather back and forth between your toes and down the bottom of each foot in turn. I made circles around your ankles, inside and out, and slowly ran the feather up the outside of your right leg. I passed the edge of your panties, continued up to your sensual belly button, and made little circles around and around it. Passing the feather across the upper edge of your panties, I allowed it to wend its tickling way back and forth across your leg, heading towards your other foot. Passing your knee, the feather seemsd to have a mind of its own as it took a few lazy circles around and around your kneecap.

Back at your ankle, I began the feather on its slow and deliberate journey back up the inside of your left leg, twirling it as it went along its slow and deliberate journey. Nearing your crotch, I slowed down the movement, and twirled the feather longer in each spot. A deep burning sensation grew in your clitoris and spread across your lower belly, you wanted to grab your clitoris and stroke it. But you were chained to the bed.

“Touch my pussy, please,” you begged.

I just looked at you with one raised eyebrow, and continued moving the feather toward your crotch. I let it slip up along the edge of your panties, quickly across your pubic mound, and slowly, twirling, I moved it down the other side, along the edge of your panties. The crotch of your panties were now totally soaked, and moisture was running back between the cheeks of your ass, as I ran the feather back up across your hip, and onto your belly again.

Lifting back the lacy edge your bra from your right breast, I exposed your delicious looking nipple, and the sensitive areola around it. As I twirled the feather around and around the brown area surrounding your nipple, staying away from the nipple itself, you let out a soft moan. I moved the feather across to your other breast, and gave it the same sensual teasing as I gave the other one.

By now you were totally lost, and your pleasure in my complete and total control. I was teasing you to new heights of sensation, treading a careful line between pleasure and pain. Finally, I could sense that you were approaching the limit of teasing with the feather. It was time to move on.

I reached behind and unhooked your bra and pulled it off and out of the way. I love your breasts, and your nipples and I love the way kissing your nipples makes you feel. I bent over, and took your nipple and drew it into my mouth, savouring the sensation of doing so.

You gasped, and a sharp “Ahhhh” escaped your lips.

With my lips covering my teeth, I nibbled it hard, drawing it into my mouth, and pushing my tongue roughly back and forth across its finely patterned end. Running my lips down to your areola, I drew the whole nipple into my mouth, and slowly let it slide out across my nibbling lips. I transferred my attention across the top of your breasts to the other side, and repeated the whole process.

Your breathing became sharp, attuned to the sensations that you were feeling. I love it when that happens, it is a turning point in our lovemaking.

Your clitoris was on fire. You wanted to be touched down there, but you were afraid that if you asked, I’ll just tease you for longer, so you kept quiet. I moved a little away from the bed, and quickly ripped off my clothes. My cock was now fully erect, glistening wet, and all purple with desire. I slowly, deliberately climbed up onto the bed, holding my hard wet cock in the fingers of my right hand.

“You like my cock, Hazel?” I asked.

“Yes Sir. I like your hard cock. I want you to fuck me,” you half spoke, half moaned.

“You want!” I exclaimed. “You need to be punished, not given what you want. Hazel!”

I straddled you, and ran the end of my cock over your breasts, letting its soaking wet head travel slowly around each nipple in turn. Back and forth, across your breasts, round and round your nipples it went. It is such a silky sensation for me, but it drives you completely out of control. You were almost ready to tear the handcuffs from the bed posts so that you could play with your clit, and give yourself some relief.

“Ahhh?” you turned a moan into a question, a pleading for your clit to be touched.

Ignoring your implicit pea, my cock slowly teased its way down your belly, leaving a trail of clear, slippery liquid behind as it moves. At least you thought, now it is moving in the right direction.

“If I hold still, and don't beg, maybe he’ll ram it into my cunt, and fuck me hard to orgasm,” you thought. “I am deluding myself, he is such a tease.”

For sure, that was not what I had in mind, but I reached under you, and tugged your panties over your beautiful ass and down over your legs. The movement of the material against your clit as I pulled them off was almost enough to make you cum, such was the depth of your arousal. Briefly, I undid each ankle cuff in turn to enable me to get your panties off and out of the way.

“Don't move your legs,” I ordered, sensing that you might be about to cross your legs to try to squeeze out an orgasm. I know you can do that, but not this time.

I held your panties to my nose, enjoying the scent as I looked in your eyes.

“This is the smell of a well aroused cunt,” I said. “You were aroused for some time before I came home. The smell from your cunt is mature, Hazel.”

You moaned softly, knowing how much I love the smell of your arousal, but also knowing I am going to punish you more now.

“Yes Sir,” you say in a voice crackling with extreme arousal. “I was aroused for a while, its true. I am such a horny cum slut sometimes.”

“You know I have to punish you,” I said.

“Yes Sir,” you said.

I took the whip, and I lashed your tummy just enugh to make small red marks, and then I bent down and kissed them, nibbled and bit them gently. I know how you love the mixture of pain, tickling and pleasure all wrapped up together.

I never told you this before, but it took a long time for me to get over the barrier that I can never cause another person pain, especially someone I love as much as I love you. Yet, somehow, we found a place that gives you the pleasure of pain, and at the same time allows me to do it for you. But I have to say, I cry inside every time, even though I know you like it. But don't worry, I care enough about you to cross that barrier from time to time, as I did then.

I knew at that point that I needed to give you release. We could play some more once you have your first orgasm. But delaying it at that point would have just lessened the effect, and so it was that I decided to fuck you then. You helped my decision by pleading once more.

“Please Stormy, Sir,” you pleaded in a whimpering voice. “I want to cum, please make me cum. I can't take it any more, I wanna cum, Sir. I don't care what you do to me after, just make me cum, NOW. P-l-e-a-s-e!.”

“Oh, allright,” I said. “I suppose the other punishment can wait a little. I wouldn't mind cumming in your throbbing, greedy, hornt, wet cunt.”

“Ohhh,” you moaned, as I knew my words would only add a little more to your already inflamed state.

I knelt between your legs, and held my cock in one hand. Looking down at your parted lips, I could see the pink folds, and your glistening love juices dripping down onto the bed. I began to stroke my cock, rubbing the clear glistening liquid all around my glans, all the while telling you what a beautiful pussy you have.

“Oh my, you have such a pretty pussy. Cunt! I bet it would taste so nice if I just licked it,” I said. “But, Hazel, I am not going to do that now. You must be punished. I will only lick you after you give me a blow job to make up for your naughty behaviour.”

“Please fuck me, Stormy,” you moaned.

Drawing out your agony a little longer, I say “I can see the folds of your outer lips, and that they are parted slightly, and I can see another fold inside.”

“Fuck me!” you scream.

“At the centre is a vertical area, all wet and pink, and this marks the entrance where I know you want my cock to go,” I say.

“Do you want my cock in there, Hazel?” I ask.

“Yessssss!” you scream in the full agony of your pleasure.

I continuem, “Then there is a tiny spot that marks your pee-hole, I can just see it hidden among the glistening liquids flowing from your cunt.”

“Stop it!” you scream.

“Above that is a little hood, which is raised up somewhat, and peering out is a shiny, glistening bead that you are aching to have stroked,” I said. “You are aching to touch your clit aren't you?”

I told you all this, just to tease you and make you ache some more for me.

“Fuck. Now. Cunt,” was all you managed.

“Yes, my naughty cum slut,” I said.

“Aggggggggggggh, please, fuck me Stormy,” you scream like a two year old in a tantrum.

I moved my cock slowly towards that lovely apparition, and placed its head up against your clitoral bud. You gasp, and I feel I should deny you this pleasure for a while longer, but I am aching as much to be inside of you, as you are for me to penetrate you. Still, one more tiny delay for effect.

“Are you sure you want me in you?” I asked.

“No, fuck off and leave me alond. Undo me so I can masturbate, you crual prick,” you yelled your head off.

Oh what grist for future punishment, but not now.

“I am gonna fuck your cunt, Hazel,” I said.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I moved the head of my cock down your wet vulva, to the area which marks the entrance to your vagina. Pressing slightly, my cock parted your lips, and slid slowly inside of you. You moaned, and said my name. I wanted to punish you a little more for moaning and calling my name, but it sounded so beautiful that I could not bring myself to do so.

When my cock was all the way inside of you, I began to move it slowly, in and out. I could feel the walls of your pussy with its head, and it felt so hot and slippery. When it had penetrated as far as it could on each stroke, I moved my bum back and forth to place pressure on your clitoris, and you feel like you are almost going to come each time I did that. But I was not not ready to let you come yet.

“Please let me cum,” you begged.

I leaned forward and kissed you hard on the lips to silence your pleading. I began to kiss my way down to your nipples, taking each one into my mouth, and nibbling it while my cock was slowly moving in and out, in and out, in and out setting a rhythm that was matched by your own breathing. You made such pretty sounds as your breathed in rhythm to my fucking.

I could feel that you were so aroused that I could make you come at any time I wanted to, so I bring you to the edge a couple of times, taking you back again to allow you just enough time to move away from the edge of your orgasm, and then I carry you back again.

“I wanna cum. Peeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssssssseeeeee let me cum,” you cried again.

I am in complete control. You cannot come unless I let you, and I could keep you right there on the edge. For as long as I want! And you know it.

It is a wonderful sensation, and I exalted in that pleasure, bringing you to the edge and back again, holding your ultimate pleasure in my complete control. But I didn't want to keep doing that too long because I knew that eventually it will become too intense, and turn from pleasure into pain. I knew that I must bring you to that precipice, without letting you cross it, and then push you all the way into the pleasure zone, to the ultimate limits of sensation.

“Please, let me cum, ohhhhhhh, please. I wanna cum,” you pleaded sounding almost like a child in tears again.

I knew that the time is getting close. You were tossing your head wildly from side to side, and even when I called your name, you seemed not to hear me. I increased the intensity of my strokes by rubbing my pubic region against yours, letting the end of my shaft stimulate your clitoris. As I pumped in and out, and from side to side, you are suddenly out of control, and so am I. I want to hold back one more time, but I knew that we were going to ride the waves of each other’s pleasure, each of us carried away by the other’s wild and abandoned enjoyment of the beautiful pleasure we were experiencing.

“Please!” you screamed for the last time. “You gotta let me cum now.”

There were tears in your eyes, the tears of a child being denied her special treat and wanting it badly. It was time.

“Cum now, Hazel. Cum for me my sweet love,” I moan through my own pleasure, giving you permission to let go.

“I'm gonna cum,” you moan.

“Yes, Hazel, cum my love,” I said. “Cum the way you want to, cum hard, cum with your wet horny cunt wrapped around my hard cock.”

“I'm cumming!” you shouted to nobody in particular. Certiainly not to me, you were no longer aware of my existence.

“Ngahhhhhh, I'm cumming!” you shouted over and over again.

We both let go at the same time, and our orgasms almost became physical things, taking over our bodies, and carrying us away on a brilliant cloud of light, sound and feeling. I screamed your name and my breathing stopped momentarily, before coming in little short gasps. The rippling spasms in your pussy gripped my cock, milking its hot fiery liquid inside of you. But you didn't notice, not consciously. You are already taken over by the orgasm that comes from both of our bodies, and yet seems to be but one orgasm carrying us away.

You grabbed the orgasm and held onto it, greedy not to let one single drop of its pleasure slip away. I love how you do that, and how you continue to shake as the orgasm slowly leaves your body.

Drifting together on our sea of loving sensation, we slowly come back to reality. I unlock the handcuffs, and we collapse into each other’s arms, murmuring sweet words of love. Holding each other tightly, we affirm our commitment, and enjoy the afterglow of our fantasy. For it was only a fantasy that we brought to life for a short time to enhance the mutual pleasure of a beautiful sexual relationship between two deeply committed and caring lovers. I am so lucky that you chose me to submit to, and I will never stop appreciating that you make that choice every day, and I cherish the gift that you bring to our relationship.

*****

Of course, this was just the first orgasm. The next three have their own stories, and if you are a good girl and you are nice to me I will write them up for you too. You know you want them. You love being this aroused, and all wet like you are right now having read this.

Now Hazel, I want you to touch yourself, to masturbate for me, and to love it the way I love you pleasuring yourself from reading my words and remembering. I want you to put two fingers inside you, find that patch at the top of your vagina that makes it feel like you want to pee when you rub and press it. Press there and move your fingers just a little, while your other hand is rubbing your clit, but not too fast. Slow, deliberate, skirt the edge, then a well deserved explosion is in order. Imagine my cock in side you, after such a lovely game. Imagine me taking you to the edge and making you beg. That's what you are going to do now, in total obedience. You are going to the edge Hazel, and you are going to hold it there. You are going to say my name out loud, and you are going to beg me to let you cum. "Please, Stormy, I wanna cum. Please let me cum." Not once but several times Hazel, beg like you are crying, and then when you make yourself cum, it will be explosive.

And Hazel, don't forget to keep touching. Grab the orgasm and hold onto it. Don't let it go. I know you can catch another one, and make them flow, one into the other. Oh how I love seeing that happen.

I wish I could see you doing that, to hear the sounds of your pleasure. Hazel, there is no shame in loving to pleasure yourself, and there is no shame in letting me know. I know, of course, but sometimes, hearing it from you gives me incredible pleasure too. You want to please me for giving you this sweet joy, a few words will make my day, a lot of words will make another story for you, and bind our pleasure together in a way that is beautiful and still unexplored.

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Comments(3)

rxtales
Posted 13 Jan 2012 03:21
Sorry it took me so long to get to it. Loved it. Definitely a favourite!
EroticElegance
Posted 11 Jan 2012 11:07
You tease to tempt, Storm. Even your reader knows, the best, is yet, to cum!
Coco
Posted 03 Jan 2012 08:00
This is really good. I enjoyed it.
 

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