0 comments/ 30401 views/ 1 favorites Dreams of Submission By: Loulou The train seemed to take an eternity to travel the few short miles into London, I looked out of the window and thought of you, waiting for me. On arrival at the station I summoned a cab to take me to the hotel, I wanted the quickest most direct route. The hotel loomed large and palatial and I could feel my heart beating irregularly, anticipation and nerves filled me, I felt dizzy. I knocked timidly on the door and waited anxiously for you to answer. As you opened the door I could hear my heartbeat, you smiled at me and took my hand leading me into the bedroom. We exchanged pleasantries but could both feel the electricity between us, you looked so calm and I was a nervous wreck, my normally calm and collected manner lay abandoned outside the hotel door. You told me to sit myself on the chair in the corner of the room, I obeyed hurriedly secretly relieved that I could sit as my legs were so weak. You looked at me and slowly discarded the confines of your clothes, undressing very slowly I sat and watched as you requested. My breathing was shallow as I struggled to appear composed but inside I ached, nerves mingled with excitement were running riot through my body. You stood before me naked and I marveled at your body. You took your cock in one hand and very slowly began to stroke, I caught my breath sharply. No words were exchanged as I watched you, you began to get harder. After what seemed like an eternity you walked closer to me, my eyes widened. Taking your foot you put it between mine and moved it side to side thus parting my legs a little, my tight skirt had no choice but to rise over my thighs. Your cock was a few feet from me and I longed to touch but was too frightened to move, you held me still with your eyes and I knew I had to wait. You moved your foot from side to side again this time harder and my legs opened wide, you continued to stroke as you took a step back, my pussy was visible to you and you had obviously noticed that I was very wet, it tingled as the warm air wafted over it. I clenched the arms of the chair tightly as you looked at my pussy, glistening and swollen, now fully visible. You told me to stand and discard the skirt, I did so and sat down again, you told me to move closer to the edge of the chair and spread my legs wider and I obeyed. You left the room and returned seconds later, moving to my side you placed a blindfold around my head, I could see nothing. This added to my excitement and I felt that my heart would leave my body. Taking my hand you pulled me to a standing position and masterfully removed the rest of my clothes being careful not to touch my breasts. I stood blind and naked before you, momentarily I panicked, afraid that I would not please you. You sat me in the chair again and you ran a finger around my lips gently parting them I could feel you finger against the tip of my tongue taking your finger out you made my lips wet with my own saliva then moved my head to the side. I could hear you stroking your cock inches from my mouth, I could smell you were so close. You placed your cock to my wet lips and circled them and pushing forward very slowly your head squeezed between my lips. You tasted wonderful, the urge to suck and lick you was overwhelming but I knew I had to wait your command. You continued to stroke your cock whilst it was between my lips and I could physically feel my clit swelling. You took my cock from your mouth and pulled me into a standing position again, taking my arms in front of me you gently placed cuffs around my wrists and lead me to the bed, asking me to kneel on the edge of the bed with my knees apart you pushed me and extended my arms in front of me and attached my wrists to another restraint that forced my head to lay on my arms outstretched in front of me. I felt so vulnerable but knew that I was safe with you. I could sense you standing behind me and could hear that you were stroking your cock inches from my body. I felt the heat from your hands over my buttocks as you ran your hands slowly and softly down my back and across my bum and back again, I wanted to move, I wanted to scream. Then I could feel your breathe following the path your hands had taken I shivered. Your tongue was warm as it traced along my spine, every nerve in my body tingling, moving lower across my buttocks. Your tongue traced over my bum and I heard a moan escape from my mouth, the urge to move against you was overwhelming me, your tongue moved lower still and so gently traced my pussy, never once did you take my clit and I wanted to scream. I could feel my juices start to flow and just as I was nearing the point of no return you stopped, I felt angry that I could not come but that wasn't to last long. A few moments later I felt the familiar sensation of a vibrator against my pussy moving back and forth. You inserted the vibrator between my lips and I moaned loudly at what was to come. Deeper still, moving in and out I had to concentrate so hard not to come there and then. The vibrator was massaging my g spot and the sensation was wonderful. Deeper still I could feel it against the neck of my womb and I somehow resisted the urge to pump against it. With the vibrator deep inside my pussy you placed a wet finger against my bum and eased it inside, circling moving in and out. My breathing was fast my heart beat rapid. Another finger and you returned to the vibrator too, moving it in and out a little faster now. One lapse of concentration and I knew I would come but, just as I could hold on no longer you stopped again... I could feel your cock pressed against my bum applying pressure and moving forward so slowly. I was so tight not helped by the vibrator deep in my pussy, you never faltered, continuing the steady pressure you began to enter me. I wanted to rub my clit I ached. You started to pump my bum slowly at first, with every forward movement you brushed against the vibrator and caused such wonderful sensations I wanted to scream aloud. Deeper still my body adjusted to take you all, in and out in and out. You roughly grabbed my hips pulling yourself deeper still. You took me to limits I never knew existed, knowing just what to do to keep me just under my peak for such a long time. You started to move faster and harder, I could feel the urgency in your body now, just as you were reaching the edge you reached around and took my clit between thumb and finger, my body started to convulse immediately... ripples of pleasure soared through my body so pleasurable I thought I might faint, I could feel my juices flowing from my body as you pumped me so hard I could feel your cock twitch and pulsate. With one last thrust you withdrew your cock and placed it on my back hot long spurts of cum shot all over my back and between my buttocks, running down over my pussy. The alarm clock roused me from my deep sleep at this point, tomorrow I hope to dream again! Dreams of Submission Sitting in front of the computer, she listens as the teapot begins its slow journey to a long shrill whistle. Rising, she pours a cup of the boiling water over the tea bag, watching as the steaming water begins releasing the much anticipated morning tea. It had only been but a few hours ago that she had lain her weary head upon her feather pillow, not one to be on the computer at such a late hour she couldn't seem to pull herself from the conversation with a friend. It was definitely a one of a kind talk over the little messenger she and he were using, nothing sexual or anything which seemed refreshing and being that no one else stayed on as long as he had, she was captivated to be with him. The only draw back to such a night was that he made her head hurt, not hurt in a bad way, but he made her think of things she had not thought of and as she lay in bed at a quarter to three in the morning, she couldn't seem to draw her mind away from the conversation and the memories that invaded her, not to mention the desire aching in her belly, begging to be satiated. The conversation began pleasantly enough, then after about an hour began turning. Now her mind wonders what it would be like to have his hands caress her body, to make her tremble with need and have him deny her the quick release most partners could give her. No, he was different; he was slow and meticulous, like a clock ticking the hours by,using seconds to blend into minutes only to slowly draw back the hours. Even now her belly ached and her loins throbbed. Wanting to touch herself, to bring herself to completion, was no longer working. Not since meeting him. Finishing the meticulous routine of preparing her tea, Leigha finds herself back in front of the computer. She knows he will not be there, not this early. No one usually is. She is an early riser and one to set forth tasks to complete them. Even though sometimes the tasks don't seem to want to cooperate with her desire. Feeling ridiculous, Leigha growls at her adolescent type behavior. What man in his right mind would want her? But her minds eye begins to tell her how in her fantasy world, he would love her, protect her from the demons plaguing her life and give her something to look forward to each morning. Besides his love making skills each night, the thought of being with someone that you actually liked, that simply amazed her. It had taken him nearly a year to convince her to come to him, to see what treasures he held for her. She would go to the airport today and board a plane for a place she had never dreamed of seeing. Most importantly, she would be going to him, to see his face in person. Making sure to have everything she needed, Leigha manages to get to the airport in good time. Reading his directions again, she boards when her flight is called. The nervousness once again setting in, feeling half sick she fights the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. The thought of turning back once again flooding her mind, doubts and apprehension nearly overwhelm her, fear making her feet heavy as lead. After being shown her seat, Leigha fastens her belt and settles in for the long flight. Sighing softly, she glances out the window to see the runway below. The plane shudders as the engines rev for take off, taking a deep breath Leigha lays her head back against the seat, trying to allow herself to fall asleep. Letting her mind play, the scene begins with Leigha boarding an airplane for the first time ever, his letter of instruction safely tucked into her jacket pocket. Settling back into the seat, she watches her world, as she knows it slip away beneath the massive plane, her stomach lurching with an excitement mixed with fear. Smiling to herself, she closes her eyes to sleep the flight away and suddenly finds herself in the airport terminal. Looking around, the crowds of people around her go about their business, going beneath the exit sign she stands watching and waiting with her heart pounding against her ribcage. Glancing around she's sure the people can hear the sound, for that was all she could hear. Then his voice washed over her like milk and honey, the deep trembling sound that captivated her on the phone. Feeling him press his tall form against her, Leigha turns slowly in his arms. Looking up into his face, she suddenly feels her mouth dry and her breathing stop. He was handsome, tall and lean. Trying to swallow, she fails miserably then remembers the note. Looking down to the floor she allows her knees to slowly bend to kneel on the floor at his feet. Suddenly missing the strength of his arms around her, tears spring to her eyes, how long had she been waiting for this? How hard had he worked to convince her to come out here? To this strange state? Now she kneels before him, giving him all that is her submission. The scene shifts, now she is no longer at the terminal, but in a dimly lit room. There are faint bruises on her skin and a smile crosses her lips, which are sore and swollen. His kisses were enough to buckle her knees, as she found out numerous times, and he tolerated none of her bullshit or samminess. She was to be obedient, and the snap of his fingers brought her to him. Shifting her weight, the chains rattle only to make a chiming sound. The blindfold keeps her from knowing his exact position in the room, it had been a long scene and still she ached for more. He had gagged her when she began begging for him to use her, to allow her the honor of his seed. Lesson learned, only beg when he permitted. The whimpering, and moaning he loved, it was his goal to make her scream. So far he'd not achieved such, that was her control. Though she was losing control quickly. Again the scene changes and Leigha is no longer chained to the ceiling and floor, she sits in the waning sunlight on the front porch of a very old house watching the sunset over the horizon. The sound of her children's laughter brings a smile to her lips, they were home. Laughing softly, she watches as her children chase the fireflies floating around the yard. Lost in thought, Leigha jumps slightly as a cold, wet drip lands on her sun-browned shoulder. Looking up he stands above her holding a chilled glass of lemonade, smiling she takes the offered drink but drinks from his lips instead. Nothing is sweeter than his kiss. Her world is complete, the children happy and content. Her heart sings each morning when she rises and finds him laying next to her, his hand on her body. Feeling her body tingle Leigha jumps slightly when her body shakes gently. Opening her eyes the stewardess smiles sweetly at her. Indicating the plane has landed. Thanking her, Leigha rises and stretches the kinks from her limbs. Moving into the terminal she reads her instructions and goes to stand under the exit sign. Looking around she watches the throw of people go about their business, starting slightly as arms encircle her waist; his voice washes over her like milk and honey. Turning into his arms she looks up into his handsome face and smiles, then drops her eyes as his gentle laughter fills her ears. Slowly sinking to her knees before him, she pronounces that she is his, all her submission is his and she is home.