You continue standing there. Quiet. Arms at your side. Eyes closed. Thinking. Every so often, I see your eyes move underneath your eyelids. Minutes pass. I’m comfortable. Not moving. Just standing there watching. No impatience. I want you free of reservations. I want no doubt in your mind. I do not want a rash decision. I’m sure you’ve thought about this before. We’ve spent enough time talking about it. But this is a big step. This is now real. We are in the same room, you are partially undressed, and you think you know what is coming. If you need to back out, if you are too scared to continue, if you are unsure about anything, now is your time to back out. I’ve told you before there would be no recriminations, no anger, no outward display of disappointment. I hope you believe that. I also hope that my feelings do not hold any influence on what you are thinking. This needs to be all about what you want.
More time passes.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
I’m not worried. I’m ready for the decision to go either way.
Finally…. “Sir?” You open your eyes as you speak. There is no indecision there. There is, however, a bit of fear.
“Yes?”
“I’ve decided that I want to be your sub. I want you to control me. I want you to use me as you see fit. I’m yours.”
“And?” I whisper.
You look at me confused.
“You omitted something. Again. Something you start getting used to saying…” I just let that float out there. An implied threat.
“Oh.” You sort of squeak. “Sir, please take me. Use me, Sir. I’m yours, Sir. Please?”
My heart skips. How I have waited to hear you say this. Hearing those words uttered from your lips is the biggest aphrodisiac that I can imagine. I instantly harden. I can feel my face flush a bit. My eyes widen just a bit to drink in the scene and take a mental photograph of this moment. This… This I want to remember.
“Are you sure? One last chance.”
“Yes, Sir. Please!” So emphatic. So wanting. So huskily.
Mine. You are all mine now. You may not really understand, at this moment, what it all means. And you still won’t by the end of the night. But, you will begin to have an inkling… a small taste.
“Very well, pet. Close your eyes.”
Again your eyes close. Your head dips a bit. “Raise your chin. Keep your head level.” Not harsh. Just reminding. I will take it easy on you tonite as far as discipline goes, but I will keep verbally prodding you to start to remember. Your training begins now.
I walk behind you again. Not hiding it, but with a purposeful stride. Time to stop depriving myself. Time to start my indulgence. Time for you to understand what being my pet is all about.
I return to my bag to grab a blindfold. I know that I’m going to need it soon. There are a couple of places where I expect you to open your eyes. Once that happens, on goes the blindfold. I put the blindfold in one of my front pockets, easily accessible. I really do not tolerate disobedience and am quick with the rod, but I also understand this is all new for you. Mistakes will happen. Sometimes I need to help you to prevent your mistakes. And to show you that I’m in control.
“Do not move, pet. This will be quick.” With the scissors in my hand, I unceremoniously cut the other arm strap, and then the back strap. Softly I whisper into your right ear, “Life your arms a bit. Time for The Grand Unveiling, Episode One.” I’m holding the pieces of the bra. They go into my bag, trophies of my impending conquest. I place them carefully back in my bag, and then move the scissors into my back pocket. I’ll need them again, but first some play.
I come back and press myself against your back. Softly I press my pelvis against you. I want you to feel my cock against your ass and back. I reach around and cup your breasts. Moving my fingers, I casually flick my fingers over your nipples. As I do that, you feel me twitch against you, fully hard now. You gasp at the touch, front and back.
“Before we go any further, I need to make sure you know your words. What shall you say if I’m pushing you too hard and you need me to stop completely.”
“Sir?”
“Your emergency safe word? What is it?”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t remember. I’m not very clear-headed right now.”
“I’m not very clear-headed right now… What, pet?” I pinch your right nipple. Not enough to hurt, but definitely enough to get your attention.
“Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
“Very good, pet. Your emergency safe word is ‘Mercy’. Say it, pet.”
“Mercy”
I pincher the left nipple. “Come on, pet. I think you know better than that. Full answer, again, please.”
“My emergency safe word is ‘mercy’, Sir. I’m sorry. I’m new at this, Sir. Please be nice.”
“Be nice?!” You hear the incredulity in my voice. Cute ploy. Won’t work. You are very lucky there are no punishments tonite. Trying to command me. You will learn that dog won’t hunt. “Am I not being nice?” I roll both of your nipples between my fingers. Pleasure, not pain. “Isn’t this enjoyable?”
“Oh, god, Sir, yes, yes it is. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“Well, then, I would say I am being nice.” I pinch both nipples now. Again, not hard enough to hurt badly, but you definitely jump a bit. “But I also expect you to learn. Now, what is the emergency word again?” I continue to tweak the nipples and gently squeeze your tits. I love the way they feel in my hands. So warm. Firm and soft at the same time. You hear a small moan escape my lips.
“‘Mercy’, Sir. Oh god.” you pant.
“Very good, pet. Reward time,” I lick my way from the base of your neck to your ear. Lightly, I trace my way around your ear, my breathing heavy. “Enjoying that?”
“Oh, yes, Sir!”
“Good, you are supposed to.” I continue, small licks and flicks of my tongue across the back of your neck to the other ear. I give it the same treatment. Slowly. Carefully. Starting to stoke the fire. All the while, gently tweaking, rolling, squeezing your nipples. Every once in a while, I run your nipples over the palm of my hand to grab your entire breast with my hand. Sliding my hand over the nipples, towards the center of your chest, and back towards the outside again. Kneading and squeezing.
I continue that this for a few minutes. Just enjoying the touch. The feel. The taste. Grinding myself against you at time. Enjoying the feel of that. The pressure of your body against my hard cock. So pleasurable. I start to move towards your right side… time to see if your body will betray you. I start to move my waist so I can rub my cock against your arm. And you your vanilla instincts prevail. You start to slide your arm up and rotate your hand so you can touch me.
“Just what do you have in mind, my pet?” I query. “You should stop. This is about my pleasure, not your desire to touch me. Flattered though I am. No. Hand and arm back at your side. No permission for you to move.”
I move in closer to your year. Quite deep and huskily I whisper, “Nice try.” And immediately dive my right hand between your legs. I need to see if you are as excited as you appear. A sharp intake of breath and a soft moan escape your lips as I lightly massage your cleft.
“Oooooooo. So very wet. Enjoying yourself, are you?”
“Yes, Sir. So much. Please. More. Please, let me touch you.”
“No. Not yet. Soon.” Soon is a very relative time frame.
It’s a good thing that your panties are still on, because I think you’d be standing in a puddle. So palpably wet. So very enticing. I keep softly stroking fore to back a couple of time. I want my fingers nice and slick with your juices.
“Now stand still. No movement.” I withdraw my hand and move in front of you. Facing you. Time for another test. And a taste. I rub my slick-covered fingers over your lips. Lightly. I want to cover your lips with yourself. You start to open your mouth and I can see your tongue start towards my fingers. “What part of no movement do you not understand?” I give you a quick, little slap on your ass to emphasize my point. “Tongue in your mouth. Close your mouth. And keep it closed. I will let you know when it is okay to move”
You follow my instructions, but with a measure of reluctance. Your lips are shiny and smooth now. So delectable. So alluring. I need a taste. I need to drink deep of you.
I move my hands behind your head. I start to entangle them in your hair. I grab your hair softly but insistently, move my face towards yours, flick my tongue over your lips.
“Kiss me, pet!” These are not just ordinary words. There is a deep, raspy hunger in them. A animalistic need. A ravenous yearning.
Your mouth opens to meet my insistent tongue. I concentrate on your lips and the soft, salty, feminine taste available there. The fragrant sweet savoriness of your mouth and nectar. I moan softly into your mouth and your return the call. You insistently try to get my tongue’s attention, attempting to have them duel and rub together. But I continue the soft licking of your lips. First the top lip, and after a few seconds of back and forth along its entire length, I move to the bottom lip. And back and forth. After a few passes, I close my lips around your tenacious tongue, but you withdraw it. Our lips meet and close and the kiss subsides. You try to draw me in again by parting your lips and extending your tongue. So desperately you try to gain control of the kiss. But I am only going to flutter some butterfly kisses for a while now. I keep ahold of your hair and start to tighten my grip a bit, then loosen, then tighten. Alternating after a while. I want you to start to associate pain and control with pleasure. After a few minutes of teasing, and light tongue-leading kisses around your mouth, I decide to stop again.
I release your hair and back away. I see your eyes open, as I expected they would. I see pure, unbridled lust in your eyes. I hope you can see the same in mine.
But, without permission, something I need to correct, but I see it more as a confirmation of being able to read you correctly. Something very important indeed.
“Naughty girl. No permission given for opening your eyes. Good thing I anticipated this. Would hate to have to pause for anything now.”
I reach into my front pocket and withdraw the blindfold. I place it over your eyes, adjust it a little. “You can open your eyes all you want now, my pet. Will bother you a lot more than me. However, if you begin to see more than you can right now, you are ordered to inform me immediately. No delay. This will be tested at inopportune times, so be prompt. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
A little too soft and raspy for my taste. Granted, there is reason for that, but I need you communicative. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that? A bit more forcefully, perhaps?”
“I said, ‘Yes, Sir’”. Almost sarcastic. Very borderline disrespectful. At least, that is what I hear.
“Be very careful about sarcasm with one to whom you have given control. It can turn a mood, my mood, and the direction of an encounter in a completely unexpected direction in no time at all. Remember, this is training”
“Yes, Sir”. Loud enough and respectful enough. Keep it up, pet. I’m very much enjoying this.
