0 comments/ 26122 views/ 4 favorites A Night in Charge By: Teased and Denied The room is dark, just a few candles burning when I enter. You have been instructed to light a few candles, strip naked, lay out the ropes on the chair, and sit down on the bed with your hands in your lap. I open the door and shut it behind me, locking it. I look at you, smiling slightly. "You've already disobeyed me, Slave," I say. "How?" you ask, confused. I stride over to you and grab your wrist. "Take off this watch," I growl. You quickly take off the watch and place it on the dresser. "Now lay on your back," I say. I grab the offending wrist and a length of tie-line. I nibble on your wrist, playfully biting it as I tie the rope tightly around it. I tighten your wrist to the bed-post and tie off the knot. I begin to fasten your other hand, saying, "I expect you to follow all my orders to a T. You will not try to escape. You will not speak unless spoken to. You will not cum without my permission. Is that clear?" "Yes Master," you breathe. You feel me spread your legs wide and tie the ankles to the outside of the bedposts. I loosen my tie, unbutton and remove my shirt, and toss it by the side of the bed. I lie down on top of you, holding your face in my hands. I move my face close to yours, as if we are about to kiss, and I feel your nervous breath on my lips. Your heart is beating fast when I kiss you deeply, kneeling over your bound torso. "I think I'm going to enjoy this tonight, slave." You smile slightly. My hands roam all over your body. I slide them up and down you, feeling the tenseness in your arms, your shoulders. I slide my hands over your breasts, feeling the eagerness in your nipples. Your breath catches as I pinch them between my thumb and forefinger, rolling them back and forth. My hands move down your body, massaging your thighs and sliding up and down your legs. I brush your pussy to see if you're wet yet. You are, and I rub your juices all over your clit. My fingers brush over your clit, tickling it, teasing you. I rub in circles, then push inside you a bit, feeling your wetness and your hornyness. I lie next to you, massaging your breast in one hand, feeling your pussy in the other. I flick it slightly, tickling and teasing you. "Oooooh," you exclaim, "Yes..." I slap your thigh, startling you and causing you to jump, but the tightness of the rope reminds you how exposed you are. "That was a warning, slave. No talking." You nod at me apologetically and I go back to fingering you. I crawl down your body and press my face between your legs. I lick your thighs, nibbling and kissing. I flick your clit with my tongue, making you breathe heavy. I suck it into my mouth, humming on you with your clit between my lips. I pull my face out as I rub your pussy with both hands, one finger deep inside you while the other plays with your clit. "Are you ready to cum, slave?" "Very close, master..." "How close, slave?" "I'm going to cum very very soon... oh! Oh!" You chest heaves as you breathe, "I'm at the edge...! Don't - stop!" I stop. You thrash against the bonds and I giggle. "Master!" you exclaim, "pleeease?" "No," I say as I begin to touch your pussy again, slowly, teasing. For a few seconds, I tease. Then I attack your pussy, causing you to moan out loud. "Oh, god, please let me cum..!" you cry, at the edge again. "Slave, I told you not to speak unless spoken to." At that moment, as you're about to cum, I stop touching you, delivering another sharp slap to your thigh. "Strike one." You moan and pull on your ropes. I lean over the edge of the bed and open a dresser drawer. I remove a clothespin and put it on your left nipple. Your breath catches as it closes on your tender skin. I twist it slightly, saying, "This should teach you to speak out of turn." Dramatic Pause Part Two You bite your lip as I bring you back to the edge of cumming. Predictably, I stop again right before you're about to cum. Now you're honestly trying to get free, pulling on the tieline and moaning. I massage your inner thighs with both hands and blow on your clit, occasionally darting my tongue into it, but mostly just teasing you. Your right hand comes untied and you reach down, trying to smash my head into your pussy. I resist and grab you by the wrist, forcing it back up to the bedpost. I roughly tie your arm tighter. "That's strike two, slave," I say, glaring at you. I pull another clothespin out of the drawer and put it on your other nipple, smiling as you squirm. You moan at me, begging me with your eyes. I kneel above your face. I grin devilishly as I unbutton my pants and pull them down. My rock-hard cock springs out of my pants, bobbing in your face. "Open up, slave," I command. You shake your head at me, eyes wide. "Open, slave -- strike three is going to be much worse..." I twist both nipples sharply and you gasp, opening your mouth for me. I push my hard cock into your mouth and you begin to thrust in and out, fucking your face. I slow down, giving you time to run your tongue up and down, sucking and moving your head back and forth. I reach over and untie your right hand. "Jerk me off," I say, and your hand goes to the base of my cock, jacking it as you suck on it. I moan as you perform on me, trying your best to make it feel good. Your hands tickle my balls, squeezing them slightly, then go back to jerking. A few minutes of this go by and I moan, "I'm about to cum.... oooaah..." You stop, pulling your face away from my cock, giggling. I moan, then pull away from you. I notice that your right hand has flown to your pussy and you are fingering yourself rapidly. "That's strike three, slave," say. I watch you finger yourself. Your breath heaves as you get closer and closer to orgasm. As you're about to cum, I grab your wrist and pull it back to the bedpost. you try to fight me, but I tightly tie it back to the wooden pole. "Since you seem so eager for attention to your pussy..." I reach into the dresser and pull out a plastic clothespin. "...That's exactly what you're getting." I pull your clit forward and attach the clothespin to it. You moan loudly, in pain, and I kneel over your hips. "mmm, I love to hear you in pain, slave." My hands reach down to your already clamped nipples and I twist them slowly at first, then sharply. You open your mouth to say something, then close it knowing that you couldn't take more punishment right now. I giggle and twist your pull on your nipples, causing you to writhe in your bonds. You struggle to get free and I roughly knead your thighs with both hands. You are going out of your mind. I hold a candle above your chest and drip a few hot drops of wax onto your skin. Hot wax lands on your breasts, your thighs, and on your poor clamped nipples. You moan, trying to nonverbally express the pain you're in. "You've been a very bad slave," I say, putting my cock in front of your face again. "You might be able to redeem yourself now. If you do a good job, I'm going to let you cum." My cock enters your mouth and you do your best, sucking hard on my cock, licking and caressing me with your hot wet mouth. After a few minutes of your desperate cock-sucking, I'm about to cum. "Don't stop, I'm about to blow," I gasp, and you nibble slightly on me, flicking the head of my cock with your tongue. My cum explodes into your mouth and you suck it down, swallowing all of it. "Mmm, that was pretty good, slave." I say, beginning to untie you. "Good enough for me to cum?" you ask. I take off the clothespins, giving you a painful rush in the affected regions. I undo the last of your bonds and begin to massage your still dripping pussy for a few seconds. "No, slave. Not quite. Now get dressed." "Oh master!" you exclaim, "Please? Pretty please?" I grin evilly. "No. Get your clothes on. I'll see you tomorrow night. Don't touch yourself again until you see me. No cumming without my permission." I playfully slap your ass and you moan softly. A Night in Charleston Charleston, one of my favorite cities, how thoughtful of you to pick it for our second rendezvous! I am familiar with the bed and breakfast inn you selected for our stay. It is a lovely place that fronts the Battery. The 6.5 hour drive has been a relaxing one, as I put the CDs on and let the music float over me. As I pull into one of the empty parking spaces, I try to remember what time you said your flight arrived and whether or not you will be here yet. Unloading my bags from the trunk, I catch a glimpse of you sitting on the porch sipping what looks like iced tea. You see me at about the same time, and come over to assist me with my luggage. You laugh when you notice that I have three different bags! How like a woman to over pack you comment. "Only because I wanted to be prepared for anything!" I retort with a giggle and a wink. On the way past your chair on the veranda, I take a big gulp of your tea. Imagine my surprise when I discover it is not iced tea, but a Long Island Tea! Sputtering a little, I manage to eek out a , "I see you started the weekend without me!" You laugh again. We cart the luggage up to our room, and I quickly unpack, not wanting to waste precious time. The city awaits! You sit patiently, albeit a little nervously, watching my rapid movements. I am aware of your presence and your tenseness. It is like meeting again for the first time. Smiling, I walk slowly over to the chair where you are sitting, and placing a hand on each arm rest, I lean in. I gently and softly kiss your lips and whisper, "I am so pleased to be here with you." Our kiss deepens as our passion begins to rise. Our tongues meet and explore each others mouth with a fierce intensity built of so many months apart. You taste so sweet! I think the blazing desire catches us both a little by surprise. We break our kiss and gaze into each others eyes. You see the fire in my eyes, and it is mirrored in yours. I lightly and tenderly run my hand across your face before standing upright again. I reach down, grab you by the hand, and say let's explore the city. You are a little puzzled by the sudden shift, but when you look at my face you see the passion and tenderness there. You know that later tonight we will explore the depths of that desire. The afternoon and evening went by so quickly! We saw so many sights…the historic homes, the waterfront, the market, etc. We had such a delightful time exploring together, talking and laughing all the while. Walking hand in hand, the conversation flowed easily and spontaneously, as it always seems to for us no matter how long we have been apart. We can tease each other, get excited over a new discovery, and giggle over a shared joke. Supper at Bocci's was fabulous! The food was expertly prepared and the service first rate. We both had a few glasses of red wine and are feeling very mellow. As we begin our walk back to the B&B, taking in the beautiful peacefulness of the Battery, our conversations turn a little more risqué. We taunt and tantalize each other with our words. I recall a chat we had online and take delight in whispering parts of it to you, watching the heat rise in your face! You pick up the game and respond appropriately. I giggle and say, "You are doing it again!" You playfully swat my behind as you remind me that I was the one who started this. I giggle again and with a wink must admit that you are correct. We are still smiling and talking as we make our way up to our room. The electricity flowing between us is tangible as you unlock the door. As you close the door behind us, I lean into you, putting my arms around you. I cannot wait any longer! The passion has been building for so long! My lips seek yours hungrily! You respond in kind. Our mouths open to allow our tongues mutual access. The desire I feel is almost overwhelming. I quickly dispense with your shirt and unbuckle your pants, sliding them and your underwear down in one movement. You step out of them and remove your shoes and socks at the same time. You stand before me naked. I drink in the sight of you. You see the blaze has returned to my eyes. My hands begin to wander over your skin, feeling the smoothness and warmth of it. You pull away for a moment and tease, "Hey, are you not going to let me see you?" In my haste, I had forgotten I was still fully dressed! I look up at you through half slit eyes, and ask you sweetly to undress me please. You run your hands over the front of my sweater, brushing lightly past my nipples, causing them to immediately swell and stand at attention. Your hands slip up under the sweater and bring it up over my head. I am wearing a pink lace bra that we have discussed in email. You grin broadly, knowing I wore it especially for you! Taking your time you run your hands over the lace, cupping my breasts, feeling the weight of them once again. It has been too long! Reaching around my back, you release the hooks, and let the bra fall to the floor. You move your hands back to the front to hold my full breasts in your hands. They feel so heavy as you massage them. You kneel down and place your lips at the tip of one nipple, gently pulling it into your mouth. My fingers run themselves over your hair. Your mouth and hands tenderly caress my breasts, alternating between them. Rising back up for a moment your lips return to mine, kissing me passionately. I feel the heat of our bare chests pressed tightly together. With my face held in your hands, you explore my face with your lips…and I in turn yours. I find that spot on your neck where your pulse beats and rest my lips there for a moment, feeling the quickening of your blood as your desire rises. I move my lips further down your chest until I find your nipples. I know they are as sensitive as mine, and how much you enjoy them being touched. I run my tongue gently over each one in turn. I alternately take each one into my mouth, affectionately sucking on them. Mmmmm…the satiny smoothness feels so good. My tongue flicks around the diminutive nub and I lightly nip at it. Then soothe it again with the flat of my tongue. While you are enjoying the attention I am paying to your body, you once again remind me that I am still wearing clothing. You quickly undo my jeans and ease them and my panties down my hips. I wiggle out of them. You failed to notice that I kicked off my sandals the minute we hit the door to the room. Now I am standing nude before you. You let your gaze wander over my entire body, and I blush. I cannot help it! You notice the blush and kiss me softly, wrapping me in your arms as you do so. The feeling of our bodies pressed tightly together is incredible! You are so warm! I feel the evidence of your desire hard and firm against me. Still joined in an embrace, we move towards the bed. I have you sit on the edge of the bed, and I kneel between your legs. My hands explore the downy softness of your lower regions. My lips seek out your manhood. The tip of my tongue lightly flicks at the head of your magnificent cock. It paints circles all around the head, from the top opening to the underside. Then I take the head into my mouth, sucking softly. I run my tongue around the head while it is encased inside my warm moist mouth. While my mouth is busy with your cock, my hands find their way to your balls and cup them gently. I roll them around, feeling the weight of them. I have to taste them! I move my lips down and take each one in turn into my mouth, running my tongue all over them, soaking them. I feel them tighten under my touch. I lick my way back up the length of your cock, saturating it, preparing it for my mouth. I move back up to the head and in one quick movement, slide you all the way into my mouth and throat. I move carefully up and down your shaft, reaching all the way down to your balls, and flicking my tongue out to lap them as my lips pass by. I increase the pressure and feel you get even harder. Your hands reach down, and ease my face up to yours. Kissing ardently, we scoot to the center of the bed. You roll over on top and your hard cock enters my warm nest. I am so wet that you slide easily in and out. Your strokes are strong and sure. Deeper and faster you penetrate with each thrust of your hips. You fit my body, each contour molded as if we are two parts of a whole. The passion and desire we feel are written all over our faces. My eyes are glazed as each lunge of your body inside mine brings me closer to climax. My legs are pulled all the way up with my ankles resting on your shoulders. Your body and mine glisten with a sheen created from the heat of our actions. You watch my face and lean in to share another kiss, pressing ever stronger into me. I whisper that I want you to rest a minute. Locked together we savor the closeness and warmth of each other's body. You know what I would like next. You bring me up to my knees, spreading my legs apart so that you can enter me deeply from behind. You watch your cock plunge into me and come back out drenching wet from my depths. Reaching one hand to the front, you finger my clit as you move in and out of me. I feel the tingles growing. You continue to move your fingertip around my button in quick feather light swirls. Noticing a bottle of oil on the bedside table brings a grin to your face. You had not paid attention when I was unpacking, and not see that I laid out several items for our enjoyment. Continuing your thrusts, you quietly take the oil from the nightstand and run a stream down the line of my rear. I start for a moment, at the coolness of the oil, but smile at the thought of what is to come. You run your finger through the oil, and up and down my rear, as your cock keeps moving inside my pussy. You play with my rosebud, coaxing it to relax and accept your attention. Little by little you ease your finger in my ass. Oh, honey, it feels sooooo good. You move your finger in and out of my ass in time to the rhythm of your cock's plunges into my now sopping nest. Pulling your finger and cock out of me, you ask if I want more. I nod because I am so excited and hot that I cannot find my voice other than to moan. Carefully and gently you place the head of your cock at the tip of the opening of my ass. You ease just the head in, giving me time to adjust to the width of you. You ever so slowly push the rest of the way in. Once again you pause to allow me time to get used to the size and feel of you lodged within me. As you feel me relax, you begin cautiously moving in and out, careful not to pull all the way out. Our passion rises to yet another level, and I tell you to let go. You begin thrusting in earnest, moving in short deep strokes within my ass. My body is quivering, and I moan in ecstasy. You know I am close to climax and hasten your strokes. Your breath is coming quicker, and you feel your body tense at the same time as mine. Together we climax in spasm so intense as to be almost mythical. I feel you shoot deep inside my ass as my pussy contracts around your finger, gripping it tightly. We collapse in a heap on the bed, neither of us able to speak for a moment. Once I find my voice, I say, "Ready to go again?" You moan, and we both erupt in a fit of laughter as we hold each other close and rest.