Posted by MichelleK111 , Sat Apr 14, 2012 10:03 AM
What the heck am I doing? Did I just agree to be submissive for the evening? Where did that come from? Okay, well actually I know, it came from the perfectly placed hands on my body and the nervous tension coursing through me.
“Did you like that?”
I open my mouth to answer but I can’t. I can’t say anything. It’s happening again, my head is dropping and I’m starting to roll my shoulders in, I’m going back to my cocoon. Why can’t I just say “Yes it was great?” Instead I return to the blushing shy schoolgirl.
A slight pain shoots through my body as I feel your hand make contact with my bottom. I arch my waist forward and away from you but I’m pulled back by your arm that is across my chest. What was that?
“Let me repeat my question. Did you like that?”
I’ve never told anyone before if I liked an orgasm or not. My orgasms are mine; they’re my feelings and sensations. They’re the moments when by body completely shatters into a million little pieces. It’s the moment when my body overloads my brain with an intense amount of stimuli.
Feeling the sting on my bottom, I sheepishly reply “Yes”.
Your hand starts to withdraw from my bottom and I belatedly add “Sir” and feel your fingers gently tap my bottom. This is going to be hard.
“Get in the tub!”
I quickly respond and move toward the tub. Lifting my leg over the side of the tub I ease the toes of my foot in, testing the temperature, before easing my foot all the way in. Once my foot is firmly on the bottom I lift my other foot into the tub. Bending at my knees I lower myself into the water and kneel, sitting my bottom on my ankles.
What now? I did what he wanted. I’m in the tub.
As you walk to the side of the tub I keep my head down and try to focus on the water, just feeling the warm water on my legs and bottom.
“Look at me!”
Turning my head toward you, I’m looking straight at your hands on the belt of your robe. Your fisted hands on the loose ends of your bathrobe belt pulling them apart. Watching the ends fall from your hands when you reach the end and the robe starting to fall open. Your penis, as if it had a mind of its own, falls downward between the flaps.
On my goodness, you’re excited. I guess manipulating me turned you on, too. A smile crosses my lips as I stare at your swollen penis.
Shrugging the robe off your shoulders you let the robe fall to the floor. You look amazing, not overly muscled like some gym-rat, just a nice fit shape.
Why haven’t I really looked at your penis before? You’re a nice size, not so big that it’s going to hurt but big enough that I know that I’m being made love to.
While you step into the tub I shift to sit on my bottom instead of being on my knees so you can sit down behind me.
“Stop, stay on your knees!”
You’re standing in front of me. Your penis is right in front of me. Okay, maybe I was wrong; you might be bigger than I thought. Your penis is full but not erect. It looks like you may have been hard but have now started to relax but you’re still engorged, just not completely excited.
Drawing my hands up from my sides I place them on your thighs and start to slide them upward.
“Put your hands down by your sides!” you command in a deep voice. “You only do what I tell you to do!”
Now I’m a bit confused, you have never refused the touch of my tongue or the caress of my lips before.
“Look up at me!”
Again, the shyness in me comes out. There is something about being on my knees in front of you. Maybe it’s your penis being inches away from me or maybe it’s just the fact I’m kneeling and you’re standing over me. I’ve never given oral like this before; I’ve never had a lover stand over me.
“Open your mouth!”
What? I was just going to do that. How much have you had to drink tonight?
Drawing my hands up I take hold of your penis with both hands and start to guide your penis toward my mouth.
Your hand quickly moves down behind my head and grabs a handful of my hair and tilts my head back away from your penis.
“I did not tell you to touch me, I told you to open your mouth!”
Looking up at you, I drop my hands to my sides and feel your hand pulling my head toward you. Your penis brushes my cheek and your tip enters my mouth. Your hand still pulling my head toward you as your penis fills my mouth. I can feel your engorged penis starting to stiffen and becoming alert to the touch of my lips.
Your hand is controlling my head, pulling me toward you and easing away and repeating this. Your penis is fully erect now. I can feel your penis touch the back of my throat and ease away. I can feel the warmth of your body on my lips and I can hear the pace of your breathing increase with the pace of my mouth moving on you.
Suddenly you stop and hold me close. A raspy groan fills the room and I feel your release starting to enter my mouth. The hot salty liquid wraps around my tongue and coats the inside of my cheeks and pools in my mouth. You only stop long enough for the spasms to stop and then you start pulling my head to you again. Staying in my mouth. Your penis is still hard but I can feel it softening against my lips. Your cum still in my mouth, I can’t swallow your release until you pull out but you don’t. You keep gently thrusting in my mouth and your cum seeps out with each thrust. I can feel it on my lips and chin. I can feel it drip down onto my breasts and start to move down my body.
The Submissive Side of Lust - Part 3
Posted by MichelleK111 , Thu Apr 12, 2012 08:10 PM
It’s only a few simple words but they’ve transformed me into a blushing little girl. I can feel it happening, the blood is rushing to my face as I start to turn red, my head is dropping down, my shoulders are rolling in and I’m biting my bottom lip.
The thing is I’m not a school girl; I’m a grown woman in my mid-twenties. I feel as if the boy I have a crush on in high school looked at me in the hallway or when I was a teenager about to doing things for the first time. Why do I feel this way? Why am I reacting like this?
Is it the tone of your voice or the look in your eyes? Could it be the way you’re commanding me to drop my robe?
I don’t take orders very well and I’m not use to being told what to do.
“I told you to take off your robe and get in the tub.”
I don’t know why but the firmness of your voice causes me to recoil. I’m intrigued by the fact that you’re commanding me to do this; no one has ever spoken to me like this.
Taking the thick terry cloth bathrobe belt in my hand I pull at one of the loose ends. The belt gives way and the robe falls open, just a few inches but enough to show that I’m naked underneath the robe.
Sliding my hand to my shoulder I slip the thick robe off my shoulder and let it slide down my arm. Working my arm out of the robe I bring my arm across my chest to hide my breasts from you and I slip the robe off my other shoulder. The robe falls to the floor in a pile at my feet.
With my arm across my breasts I move my other hand over my pubic area and start to move toward the tub.
“Stop! Face me!”
I don’t know why but I stop and shift my stance so I’m facing you.
“Drop your arms to your sides!”
Like an awkward kid I move my hands to the sides and stand there. Fidgeting, I bring my hands up in front of my waist and play with my fingernails.
“You don’t listen well!”
I move my arms to my sides and stand there in your gaze.
“Lift your head up and look at me! Stand up straight!”
For some reason I’m overly conscious of my body right now. My mind is running through every meal I’ve eaten in the last few days. Have I put on weight, do I look bad? Why am I thinking about that when you’re ordering me about? Why am I responding to your commands?
“Very nice, very nice. Turn around!”
I lift my gaze to your eyes and quickly look away from you as your stare pierces me. I hesitate and start to turn and bring my hands over my bottom to cover myself from your view.
“I told you to put your hands at your sides!”
Quickly, I drop my hands. I’m nervous but excited. I don’t know what to think, I don’t know how to react to this.
I hear you moving off the edge of the sink counter that you’ve been leaning against. I can hear your feet on the cold tile as you move. I can feel your presence behind me. Why am I so nervous? Why do I feel like I’m going to explode?
I see the robe at me feet moving and start to be lifted and after a few moments it I see it floating through the air to a chair against the wall. My breathing is rapid and shallow, I’m biting my lip again and my hands have come together in front of me and I play with my nails again.
I flinch as I feel your hands touch my shoulders and rest there. My body tenses and the muscles in my core tighten. My skin feels like it’s been pulled tight on a drum. My nipples harden and stick out.
There was no reason for me to jump. It was just a soft touch of your hands on me. Your hands are sliding up to my neck, tracing a light line on my skin as you go. I can feel your breath on my neck. Your lips brush my shoulder.
Why am I so nervous, why am I wound so tight?
Your fingers are leaving little lines of fire down my back as you trace your fingertips downward and around to my sides. Caressing around my sides to my stomach and then upward to my breasts.
The material of your robe comes into contact with my back as your hands cradle my breasts from below. Your hands easily wrap around each one of my breasts and your thumb and index finger come together on my nipples.
I bring my hands up and place them on top of yours.
“I have told you to put your hands down at your sides; there will be punishment for not listening!”
I don’t know why but I drop my hands to my sides but I’m confused. What? What did he just say? Punishment?
Your hands are still on my breasts and working me in a rolling caress from the base of my breasts to the nipple. Ending with a slight pinch and then starting again.
“Punishment? What are you talking about?” I ask.
“We’re doing things a little different tonight and you will do exactly what I tell you to do, now no more talking!” is your reply.
The constant rolling pressure on my breasts and your voice whispering in my ear causes me to just grunt my consent.
One of your hands starts to trace downward, downward over my stomach and rests over my pubic bone. I feel the heel of your hand pressing into me and your fingers cupping down between my legs. Your fingers are spreading my womanhood and I feel your finger entering me. Do they teach you this in man school, it feels so good.
The constant pressure of your hand on my breast and your hand cupping my vagina is too much for me. My head is rolling back and comes in contact with your shoulder. My body is pressing against you and a moan escapes from my lips. My legs start to quiver.
Pulling me tightly to your chest I feel you squeeze my breast and pinch my nipple and apply a glorious pressure to my vagina.
A purr escapes from my mouth as my orgasm washes over me. My legs start to falter, shaking as I try to stay up. Your arms holding me in a tight embrace so I don’t fall. My breathing is ragged and in quick halting gasps.
As my orgasm starts to fade I feel your arms releasing me from your tight embrace.
“You will obey my every command if you want to feel another orgasm like that tonight!” are the words that enter my ears.
With my voice sounding more like a croak than a normal voice I can only manage to say “Okay”.
A sudden squeezing on my nipple and pinching on my clitoris causes me to tense up and mutter “Okay, sir!”
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