“Judge of your natural character by what you do in your dreams.” Ralph Waldo Emerson
“This won’t be an easy weekend for you, but if you’re a good girl you’ll be rewarded.”
“Yes, Sir, I’ll make you proud.”
“I know you will. I’ll be texting you instructions.” My heart begins beating fast at his words and a big smile spreads across my face.
Just a short time later a text came through.
“Prepare yourself for me.I want a natural look.”
I knew exactly what he wanted – completely naked, no make up, no jewelry, long wavy hair, the fragrance he loves.
I prepare myself as instructed and wait. I receive another text.
“Stand in front of the fireplace with your hands on the mantle, spread your legs wide and get up on your toes. I’ll be home in 5 min.”
I stand up on my toes and wait. I try to keep my composure. He enters the room without a word. He sits in the chair to the right side of me and begins to casually eat and watch me. He doesn’t speak. His eyes bore into me and my legs begin to quake from the weight of his gaze. I am still on my toes, but I can’t hold out much longer.
He gets up and walks toward me ever so slowly. I feel the electricity and heat between us. He stands next to me just mere inches away, but still doesn’t speak. I know he wants me to look elegant and graceful. He takes his finger and gently traces it up and down my spine and then starts to gently bite on my right ear. My head starts to swim and my pussy begins to pulse. He knows my special spot all too well. He knows how to tease me.
He whispers in my ear, “Relax your grip, your knuckles are white. I release.
“Good. Now, don’t move. I’m going to touch you everywhere.”
He stands behind me and begins to run this fingers through my hair and starts to kiss and lick my neck and ear. That spot, yes, that spot! His hands make their way to my shoulders and up and down my arms raising goosebumps everywhere and my nipples harden. He keeps kissing and licking and runs his hands and fingertips down to the curve of my waist. He keeps going lower and kisses my shoulders as he goes. He continues down my back kissing and licking. He doesn’t touch my tits and a longing moan escapes my lips.
“Hush, not a sound.”
He keeps going lower down my body, down each leg and then back up touching and kissing and licking and stroking everywhere, but he’s careful to not touch my tits or my pussy.
“Very good. Come down off your toes.” I immediately lower my heels.
“You will be fucked over and over until tomorrow night, but you’re not allowed to cum. I am going to push you because I need you ready. I want to hear you beg. I want to hear you scream for it, but remember you will be denied until the time is right. Do this for me, like the good girl I know you are, and you will be rewarded tomorrow night.”
I whisper, “Yes, Sir.”
With that he grabs a fistful of my hair and kisses me hard and deep. His tongue swirls with mine and I’m lost in him. He pulls his mouth away and then throws me down to the floor.
“Spread your legs for me now.”
I open my legs wide and my eyes lock on his. His face changes and his eyes narrow. The corners of his mouth turn up slightly. I am his.
To be continued…