Fever Dream

Late morning. You stand at the top of the wide staircase wearing the single garment chosen for you today, an open g string of delicate, black cords with a tiny curtain of beads adorning your silk smooth mound. Your full, spherical breasts give to the gentle push and pull of your breath, nipples at full attention.

I stand at the foot and admire you, taking a slow, deep breath, keeping the smile I feel off my face. The light at this hour lays a perfect constellation of halos over your shivering form. The light in your eyes reminds me of the smoke of distant fires drifting across the moon.

“I’ll meet you half way,” I say.

We take the stairs at the same time, you coming down to me as I go up to you. On the carpeted stair, there is only the muted jangle of two sets of hand cuffs dangling from each of my hands.

We come to that final step apart, as you stand on the next riser up. I’m acutely aware of my breath touching your skin and want to throw my arms around you and kiss you until the entire world is gasping for air.

“Sit,” I say instead.

“Yes, Sir.”

You know to take hold of the banister on one side and the wall rail on the other. You sit in silence as your eyes follow my gestures, cuffing each of your wrists on opposite sides.

I look down and touch your face, softly sliding the pad of my thumb across your exquisite lips.

“Ankles now,” I say.

A shimmer passes through your magnetic eyes as you place each foot on opposite sides. A second rail has been installed along the baseboard for times like this, allowing me room to kneel between your open thighs and cuff an ankle to the rail and the other to a banister post.

In this moment, kneeling before you, inhaling the scent of anticipation and apprehension, I become the servant of your adoration. You become the altar and idol combined. I am humbled before the raw satin of your inner thighs as they taper and frame your pouting mound.

I’ve seen Andaman birds of paradise bloom like dying stars, orchids sucking color into petals out of air, scent of Jessamine carried across Gibraltar over surf alight with phosphorous anemone, yet the demure shape of your pussy is a simple perfection of nature, and I am in continual awe. Silently, my fingers rake the silken texture of it, lifting the tiny curtain of beads and letting it fall back into place.

Your sumptuous breasts jut proudly as I stand and admire you.

"Permission to ask a question?"

I touch your cheek, softly tracing the backs of my fingers along your skin and nod.

"What have I done, Sir? Didn’t I follow all your directions? Why must you punish me this way?"

Your nipples thicken while your breasts heave with deepening breath, as you await my reply. I sigh, remembering to exercise patience. A warm pulse begins to lighten my cock.

"Baby," I say, "this isn't a punishment. Merely a clear reminder. You require much attention to stimulate your memory."

"And what am I to remember today...Sir?"

"Who you are," I say. "Who I am. And your rightful place in this dance of trembling hearts."

A smile begins to curl your supple lips. Lips that shame the moon, but my hands whips out to grip your neck just below your jaw. The grip is barely tight enough to constrict your voice, but enough to focus your attention.

"Did I say something funny?" I demand to know. "You think this is some fucking joke? Your discipline? Your education? You want me to take off the cuffs so we can go watch some fucking Saturday morning kids' cartoons? Is that what you want?"

"N-n-no..." my grip tightens as I begin to hear the wrong name for this moment...but you remember to adjust as your eyes look up, wet and glistening, "...um...Sir."

"All right," I say, relaxing my grip. I kneel on the stair beneath you and slip my hand around the back of your neck, pulling your face toward mine as I tease this agonizing hunger for the taste of your lips. My other hand slides along your thigh until my finger reaches behind the tiny curtain of beads gracing your mound. Your pussy is already swollen, the lips of your slit readily flush with nectar as my finger traces their yielding contours.

My tongue dances into your open mouth while my finger slips deeply into your slick sheath. You moan in my mouth and I swallow it like sustenance, adding another finger into your pussy...slipping and gliding in a lazy, rhythmic fucking motion.

As your hips begin to rock, my fingers become lacquered with your honey. I slide them out and smear your froth over each of your rigid nipples, then suck each one hard, savoring the taste of your hot flow from the knotted tips of your breasts.

My cock raging with heat, but as your guide I cannot forget my responsibility and keep it hidden. I finally release your nipples and kiss your mouth once more, hard and ravenous.

"Now you think about what I said. I have things to do. I'll be back to attend to you when I’m ready."

Just before I go, I lean to your ear and whisper, "Okay?" You smile and nod while I place a brief yet tender kiss just at the corner of your mouth. Then I rise, turn, and walk down the stairs.

I'm no more than three paces across the ground floor when I hear an animalistic growl rip from your throat.

"How fucking dare you leave me like this!" you shriek uncontrollably. "Come back here now and finish what you started! Fuck me, dammit! Fuck me like the man you were supposed to be!"

I stop cold in my tracks and take a deep breath. Without even turning to see you I can feel a winter chill settle over you. I turn quickly and bolt back up the stairs and roughly grip your breasts, twisting your hot, resilient nipples in the hard clamp of my fingers.

"Did you have something to say? Since when do house pets speak out of turn?"

You're gasping too hard to speak. I release your nipples and slap the inside of one thigh, just enough to bring the blood to the surface of your hot skin. I slap the other one, going back and forth until your skin tingles and your pussy is dripping all over the stair beneath your ass.

I take off my belt and slowly glide the rough strap over your mound. "Remember, my darling, there's a difference between being reminded and being punished."

You nod, eyes shining wet as I wrap the belt around your head, forcing the strap into your mouth to silence your impertinent outbursts. I cinch the belt behind your head and rise, unzipping my trousers to produce the hard shank inside. You watch as I stroke my cock with a dreamy sigh.

"Is this what you need?" I ask. You nod. "Are you waiting to be fed?" You nod again and I snicker as I rub the dripping head of my cock along the leather strap between your lips.

Then...

…the doorbell rings. I stow away my cock with a growl of annoyance and stalk away to answer the door.

I’m greeted by two women carrying cheaply printed pamphlets promising redemption for a nominal fee. One is mature, the other younger, early college age. Perhaps a mother and daughter as there's a vague resemblance and the same buttery color of hair.

Just as I’m about to tell them my own redemption is beyond purchase, a much more intriguing notion takes root.

"Oh, thank god, you're here," I welcome them inside with a smile. “There's a soul here that sorely needs saving."

I chuckle inside knowing they think I'm talking about someone other than myself. When I lead them to the foot of the stairway, they stare up at you in shock.

"Do you think you can save her?" I ask sincerely. "She's sinfully undisciplined and in dire need of harsh direction."

The mature one is paralyzed and can barely speak. Her chin gets that funny little quiver when someone is too stunned to speak.

The youger one's face flushes scarlet. She won't stop staring at your barely adorned pussy. She looks like she wants to taste you, too shy on guile to hide her bald hunger. A hunger that seems to surprise and paralyze her.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" I ask with a smile. I look up at you and sigh deeply, talking to the visitors as if they’re barely there. “Isn’t she just the most spectacular thing you’ve ever seen? The first time I saw her I didn’t even realize I’d stopped in my tracks. Sometimes it feels like I can’t even breathe unless the air touches her first. You probably just think I’m cruel.

"I-i-is that yer wife?" the young one asks.

I turn to her with a grin. She’s pretty just for being so young, like a college freshman just out in the big bad world on her own.

"Perhaps in manner of speaking," I tell her. I place my hand on the small of her back and lean closer to her. "You look deeply interested in her cunt. Maybe you'd like to fuck her with your tongue."

The other one begins to pray out loud while a shiver of fearful delight rolls through the younger ones body.

“She’s making you wet, isn’t she?” I tease. “It would be so easy just to walk right up those stairs…lean your head down between those sumptuous thighs let your tongue dive into all that juicy sweetness.”

When the older one she sees the younger one hesitate in thought, she grabs her elbow and rushes out of the house just as fast as if it were on fire.

They bolt out into the daylight, leaving the door wide open, but I don't bother going to close it. Instead, I look up at you and begin removing my clothes, scattering them at the foot of the stair as I ascend toward you. My cock is dripping as it struts out before me..closing in on you, on the object of need, desire..fulfillment.

I begin to laugh as I see the mirth in your eyes. When I reach you, I kneel and yank the slim cords of your thong aside and press the dome of my cock past your flushed sex lips. My shaft grinds slowly into you as I reach behind your head and uncinch the belt.

“You’re a nasty, heartless man,” you tell me, laughing from deep in your core.

“Only because I love you,” I promise, just before kissing you.

My tongue and cock mimic each other's rhythm and pace, feeling the sense of our bodies forming a circle. Your wrists and ankles yank at their restraints against your reflex to hold me as my cock plunges harder and faster into your heat.

You grip my cock like a ring of wet fire. My life is pouring itself into you only to burn down and rise up new in its own place.

I release your mouth and plant my hands against the step above your head, my feet planted firmly below. My hips rock and swivel, driving my cock straight through your core.

This burning will never relent under the hot, gripping flush of your glorious body. I lean close to your ear.

"You're burning me down from the inside out. Can you feel me? Are you ready to fly through the cage of my heart?"

Your body is magnificent in its writhing greed for release. It's like dancing in place, like the ocean crashing against helpless yachts. Your voice curls in my ear like the smoke of this fire consuming turning us back into diamonds.

"Yes, Sir, Yessss, Sir..." you purr and growl. "Yes, yes, yesssssss....."