0 comments/ 18506 views/ 0 favorites The Countdown By: ZoieDoulos The story you are about to read is true...and it is for Master, as always. ____________________________ There were no two ways about it...she had to be punished. As much as it pained Him, He could not claim to love her and yet allow her error to go unchecked. She had masturbated while He was away. It was not that He forbade such a thing. It was that she had not asked His permission, had not thanked Him for her orgasms, and had not even intended to tell Him. She had only inadvertently revealed her error to Him as they talked of other matters. Her orgasms belonged to Him, and while He was generous with them...they still were his. She had violated the rules, and she knew it. She belonged to him. All of her belonged to him. She reiterated His ownership of her each time He strapped His collar around her neck, and asked her, "what belongs to Me?" He relished the very memory of the words she spoke each time... "My tits belong to You. My cunt belongs to You. My ass belongs to You. My mouth belongs to You." At His prodding, she would continue. "My heart belongs to You. My body belongs to You. My tomorrows belong to You. The very breath in my lungs belongs to You." "And what else?" "I belong to You, Master. All of me belongs to You." Coming back to the present, He looked at her. He had handcuffed her hands together, and then secured them above the bathroom door. As always, she took His breath away! Long. brunette hair, framing her beautiful face. Full breasts, succulent nipples...she was the total package. Each and every time He looked at her, he felt his body responding... always! He looked down at the whip in His right hand, admiring the way the short leather thongs draped from the sturdy wooden handle. It was black, of course. All of His toys were black. He hefted it in his hand, liking the feel of it. He imagined the "whooshing" sound it would make when He used it in a moment to punish her, imagined the way the thongs would wrap themselves across her ass, the red stripes that would cover her ass. Normally when He whipped her for His pleasure, He would allow her to cum about every third or fourth lash. There would be no orgasm for her today, for this was punishment. He always commanded her not to cum when He whipped her for punishment. He knew what He would feel in a moment. He knew the surge of lust that would surge through Him like a raging fire. It would not be because He was hurting her. He was no sadist. It was when He saw her level of submission and surrrender to Him...that did it every time. She would gladly receive her punishment, and do it for no other reason than that He said it was to be so. And of course, when He was though, He would reinforce His lesson with pleasure. The pain to teach her that she had done wrong, the pleasure to reinforce His lessons as He taught her what she should have done, and how she was to do in the future. He hadn't quite decided what He would use...but He was leaning toward her mouth. She so enjoyed Him taking her mouth and throat for his pleasure, and tasting his cum usually caused her to have her own orgasm! He knew what He would feel in a moment, but He wondered to Himself, "what will be gong through her mind? What will she feel?" With a shrug, He drew back the whip... Whack! The whip licked her ass, bringing with it delicious pain mingled with pleasure. "One! Thank You, Master!" It has begun... We can finally let go of our reserve and serve Him in our truest submission. There are three of us inside this body that belongs to Him. we are His wife, His slave, and His soulmate and we are all His of our own will... completely. we have displeased Him and now He punishes us rightfully. "Two! Thank You, Master!" Do not cum body. This is punishment and not meant for pleasure. Relax and serve Him by showing Him complete submission. Breathe deeply and give the body to the Master. It is, after all, His. "Three! Thank You, Master!" Yes! Master breathes hard now... He will take His pleasure when the whipping is done. He will use this body to please His own and in that i will be free to lose myself in the vigor of his Mastery. i will have my own fulfillment when He takes His! Do not cum, body. Do NOT! i could not survive knowing that I disappointed Him even in punishment. "FOUR! Thank You, Master!" Exquisite is the pain that carries His love to my heart. Relax... open palms on the cool finish of the white door; cool against my palms... my nipples... the front of my thighs. Don't pull too hard on the leash. This is not a true whipping post where restraint is futile. Discipline comes in many forms and the leash is not secure ... do not pull on the leash. "FIVE!! Oh, Master! Thank You!!" Fuck me please!?!?! "SIXXX!! Thank You, Master!" Surely He has lit the whip on fire for i am an inferno! Relax... cool palms... do not cum body... cool nipples... do not cum body... He feels it too... the desire that builds inside to serve Him with complete abandon. To have Him dominate this body that is His by right! "SEVEN! Thank You, Master!" Cool air on my wet cheeks... How long have i been crying this mixture of pain and joy? Do not cry out. It is just and fair punishment and when He is finished He will take me with an even fiercer love. Do not withdraw... rather throw abandonment to the wind and beg for more! Take what You need, my Love.... leave nothing untouched by Your mastery. "EIGHT!! Oh god! Thank You, Master!!" An instrument is beautifully crafted, but silent without the Musician. The Musician... a Master of his chosen instrument and skilled beyond what can be taught; born to play, but silent without the instrument. Together...? They make beautiful music. We are One. "NINE!!! Thank You, MASTER!" Thighs wet with desire to please YOU... Nipples ache for Your touch... Ass red hot and ready for my Master's final blow before He uses His very good girl to release His desire! How will he do it? What part of me will He choose? The ass that He whips so mercilessly? The cunt that drips with desire for His magnificent cock? No... He takes great pleasure from my mouth and throat and today it is the greatest of pleasure he will seek. Take me, Master! I am Yours! "TEN!!! MASTER, THANK YOU!!!" Thank You for Your love. Thank You for Your discipline! Thank You, for being real and for rescuing me from a former life... Thank You. i love You with all that i am. He threw down His whip, and reached for her...Now, the pleasure! The Countdown You're sat across the room from me. I am kneeling with my naked buttocks resting down on my ankles. You've deliberately left the French doors open so the breeze chills my skin. You have told me to keep my eyes to the floor but I can't resist an occasional glance over to you. Each time I look, I notice how little attention you're am paying to me. I think to myself what I must have done to deserve this rejection but then I know that you've never needed a reason. I've been in this position, kneeling with my hands resting behind my back now for probably no more than 10 minutes although it seems like an eternity. You click your fingers to get my attention and point to the floor in front of your chair. I keep your eyes low and crawl over to you before returning to my kneeling position between your legs. You run your fingers through my hair passing down behind my ear. Suddenly, you tighten your grip, taking a handful of my hair, making me gasp. But I don't react further, I stay there with my eyes fixed to the floor, arms behind my back. This just seems to frustrate you further and you reach down for my already erect nipples. At first teasing them with soft brushes then firmly squeezing them between your finger tips and pulling them up to you. When I don't react this time you dig your fingernails in until I let out a little cry and look up to you. Satisfied that you have my attention you look into my eyes and tell me that it won't be the last time you make me cry tonight. You push my head back down so I'm looking at the floor again. As I my eyes trail down I notice how hard you have become. You tell me to fetch my panties from the corner of the room, and to return them to you in my mouth. You watch me crawl away, I do it nice and slowly for you, just how I know you like me to, with long strides so that my ass moves from side to side. When I return you drape my panties over my face so that I can taste my scent. You tell me to get on all fours in front of you. Leaning forwards to take your cup of tea from the table next to you, you take a sip but don't return it to the table. You balance it's hot base onto the delicate skin of my back. When you see me wriggle away from it you reach down and spank me firmly, just once. You tell me to arch my back and stick out my ass for you. This time I accept the cup willingly, quiet whimpers coming from my lips as it warms me. I concentrate on staying still for you while you finish watching whatever is on the TV. Once it has finished you remove the mug from my back and tell me to kneel again for you. You tell me to unfasten your jeans then get you hard again with just my mouth. It doesn't take long for you to become stiff as my hungry mouth begins to work. You get to your feet and undress, telling me that we're going to play a little game. That I am going to hold you deep in my throat and keep you there for as long as I can. You say that you will not be holding me down as it is time I learnt to do this without your help. You explain that while I do that you're going to count down from 30 and when I pull away from you, the number that you're on will be number of spanks I will receive, and each one will increase in intensity. You walk closer to me and place your cock against my waiting lips. I open my mouth, eager to take you. You want to make sure you're nice and deep from the start of your count down, not allowing me to cheat. You take my head firmly and ease your cock slowly into my mouth until your balls are practically touching my chin. I start to cough a little so you pull back slightly and let me catch my breath for a moment. You tell me to take a deeper breath this time, and I sense you growing impatient. You give me a moment then force yourself into my throat this time. Satisfied that you're deep enough, you nod down at me and release the grasp on my head. Starting to count, 30. You look down at me, loving how full my mouth looks, kneeling between your legs, hands behind my back with your cock deep inside my throat. 27. My eyes start to water as my gag reflex kicks in, 23. The way my throat is contracting around your length only serves to make you harder and thicker for me to cope with, 19, my eyes well up more, tears rolling down my cheeks and I pull back coughing and spluttering. You don't wait for me to recover and catch my breath, you drag me by my hand and push me face down onto the bed. Picking up 2 pairs of cuffs fasten my outstretched hands to the top of the bed. I am still coughing a little through deep breaths as your first strike hits my ass. You decide that I'm wriggling about too much so you fasten my feet down to the bottom of the bed as well. I groan loudly, knowing there's no escape for me now. Number 2 hits and instantly starts to sting. You aim a little lower with your next 2, aiming just under my cheeks. 5, 6, 7 and 8 strike my ass again, repeatedly in the exact same position causing delicious pink marks to begin to form. I'm pulling hard against my bonds now, trying to free myself, but only because I know it is pointless, desparate for you to finish while at the same time not wanting it to ever end... The Countdown to cum with Nymphtalk The Countdown. An exercise in control. I saw a man yesterday that I didn't expect to turn me on as much as he did. Small, well groomed, He sat me down at the bar inside his house, poured me a glass of red wine, and we began to chat. "Nymphtalk... I've wanted to meet you for some time..." He wanted to show me his camera with the wide angle lens. Now, anyone will tell you that I don't normally allow anyone to take photos of me, but for some reason, this time it was turning me on. So I turned around and bent over in my black velour pants and showed him my ass. He clicks the shutter. Snap. He showed me the photo. I looked hot; I like to see dirty pictures of myself. It turns me on, so I turned around and put my big tits down on his cock and looked up at him. Snap. "You have to tease me with a little nipple." He said. So I did. Letting my nipples peer out over the top of my favorite black lace bra. Snap. He looked at the photo. "No, first we have to make it hard." He began to lick and suck gently on my nipple, leaving it glossy and erect. Snap. This camera play was really turning me on. I bent down over his lap and buried my face in his crotch; I felt his dick begin to grow. Snap. I opened my mouth and bit down gently on his hard on. Snap. "Are you ready?" He asked me, and I followed him through his enormous well decorated home, into a lush bedroom looking out at a waterfall in the backyard. Soft jazz playing in the background. There is something to be said for an atmosphere that stimulates the senses. I began to undress slowly, Snap, Snap, and Snap. "What do you like Kelly? What turns you on?" He asked me. I tell him how much I love to suck dick. How I like to rub it against my lips, how good it feels to me. My lips are so sensitive, like my nipples. He told me about a girl that he knows that really gives some amazing head. "Really?" Now I was curious, "What is it that she does that you really like the most?" He paused before he answered. "Well, I will tell you, but not until after, first I want to experience yours. If I tell you it may somehow alter your technique, and I don't want to do that." He placed his camera on the nightstand beside him. "I am waiting for you." He said with quiet authority. The energy in the room was cognitively charged, we were having foreplay with our words and I loved it. "But you can see that from my hard on." He was lying naked on his bed. Six inches of stiff flesh displayed confidently between his legs. I approached the bed slowly and climbed up, seductively crawling toward him, maintaining our gaze. We stared at each other eye to eye. Who was in control here? That still remained to be seen. My breasts gently caressed his leg, and then over his cock, my lips embraced the head, and then continued, tracing the side of his body. I knelt down beneath his legs, and stretched my arms up to his shoulders, and slowly drug my nails down his body, over his cock, to the inside of his legs and all the way down to his feet. I went back up and did it again. It was easy to caress his entire body, because he was shorter than me. His skin was soft and nearly hairless. Like a girl. We kissed. On the lips, on his neck, his nipples. My head went lower, and I began to lick him. Teasing him with the quick flicks of my tongue beneath the head of his cock. I know just how to do it. His moans told me that he agreed. "Oh, Kelly, you are indeed a talented girl aren't you? You don't mind if I am vocal do you?" His moans turn me on. "How low can you go?" He asked playfully, and smiled. I liked him. A lot! So I went down deep until his well trimmed pubic hair fit my face like a thin blonde mustache. "Oh my god, you do that so good!" I took it deep again and swirled my tongue vigorously at the base of his cock. " Most girls tell me' oh my god, I can't fit that whole thing in my mouth!', but you? You swallow it like a sword!" He was so excited. His excitement made me wet. He grabbed my head and began thrusting my head up and down his pole, moaning and grinding his hips up toward my hot mouth. I got up on my knees to work his cock harder. Grabbing his legs under his thighs, I push his legs up in the air so I can lick his balls better. "Do anything you want to me!" He said. "What would you do to me Kelly? If you were completely in control? What would you do?" I got up on my knees again and looked at him seductively, I knew he wanted me to make him my girl. "The only way that a man can be completely, and totally under control," I said in a sultry whisper, "Is to put him on his knees, and make him feel like a girl." "With a strap on?" He asked me."No, I have something better. A two sided dildo. I can put one side deep in my cunt, and the other side acts like a strap on, and when I push it inside you, It will be fucking me too. My girlfriend and I used it a couple of times, and it felt so fucking good because it's like we're fucking. He flipped to his knees and began to grind his hips back and forth. "Show me." He begged. "Show me how you would do it." I have to admit, that he looked sexy like that. His hips were soft and curved slightly out just like a girl. I grabbed his hips and pulled them toward me as I thrust my pelvis into his ass. I love to fuck. "And then I would reach around like this, and stroke your cock like I was fingering your clit." He moaned his approval while I jacked his dick with a nice reach around. He reached back to play with my wet pussy. I grabbed his hands and forced them above his head. "And then, I think that I would have to strap your wrists to those bars on your headboard so you could finally stop trying to please me. "I would let you!" He cried out. I pushed him down and pretended to fuck him hard, smacking his ass just the way I like to get smacked. He turned over, "Suck it" was all he said and I dove down on his dick quickly. Then slowed it down. I didn't want this fun to end. I had to make it last! I slowly licked his cock from the base to the tip, staring up at him. "I want to play a game." He said, again feeling the wetness of my cunt. I bounced up and straddled him. "What game?" I asked eagerly. I liked playing his games. I was dancing for him slowly, grinding on his hard cock like a cheap lap dancer. " I am going to countdown from ten, and I want you to play with your pussy, and grind it on me, just like you are, but- you are NOT allowed to come until I say zero. I don't care how much you want to or how close you are, you cannot come until then. Zero. Do you understand? I want to feel it when you come" I agreed, and he said "Ten." I put my hand between my legs, and stayed tight on his cock, my fingers at my clit, using my hips to masturbate against them, keeping my fingers still. "Nine." My face gave away my arousal. I closed my eyes and kept working my hips. It felt so good, I am getting wet right now just remembering the way that my lips parted slightly as my breaths got deeper, exhaling tiny moans. "Eight" "You had no idea what was waiting for you here did you Kelly? Did you know it would be like this?""No," I whispered submissively. "Seven"" "You want to cum! Your pussy is so tortured with desire! You want to let it go, there is cum inside there Kelly, you want to let it out! You want it to drip all over me!" "Six!" He was counting faster now, and I was surprised that literally in these few short moments of this game, I really was getting closer and closer to cumming every time he said a number. "You want it, You can't help it, Your Pussy wants it, Fuck me Kelly, Show me how wet you are! Show me what your pussy really wants! It's building inside you, I can see it! Surrender to it, give your pussy the pleasure that it wants!" "Five!" He was counting faster now, and my hips were working faster too, his dick wasn't inside me but it felt better than fucking. He was in complete control of my body and my mind, demanding my orgasm at his command.I loved the mental domination. I was out of control. "Four!" I moaned out load, grinding, grinding, desperate to feel his penetration, I imagined getting fucked from behind by some big random cock. "Three!" I wanted him to smack me, I wanted to feel pain. He was grabbing my tits so hard, holding them tight, pinching and pulling my nipples violently." I wanted to cum. "Two!" "You want to cum don't you? Don't you?" "Yes, Daddy" I said softly under my breath. "You can barely hold it back!" "I know," Tell me you want to cum" "I want to cum for you Daddy, I want to cum for you right now!" "One!" Fucking without penetrating, grinding without cumming, The commands he shouted at me, I was outside of my body and in another world, controlled by pleasure like a drug! I fucked him harder and faster. "Not Yet. Not Yet!!" He was shouting at me, I moaned on the edge angry and frustrated almost unable to stop myself any longer. "Please, " "Please what?" "Please let me cum daddy, Please let me cum." "Tell me you want to cum, Tell me your pussy is going to explode" "I want to cum for you, I want my cunt to explode all over your big hard dick!" "ZERO!" I leaned forward and kissed him so passionately, like I had never kissed a man before, desperatly making out with him through my throaty moans of pleasure. "Let it go, Cum! Cum!" I screamed out loud, my face beside his as all of that sexual tension released from my body through the shudders of the greatest orgasm I had ever had. Or at least that I had had that day! Body quivering, He begged me to jack his dick with my hand and just then he blew his load in one quick shot followed by two shorter ones, leaving a pearlescent puddle on his belly. I got him a hot towel. Cleaned him gently with it and then just held his cock in the residual warmth of the steaming cloth, and stared at him. It is times like these that make me love what I do. The most erotic adventures. Random. Anonymous. Discreet. Until next time. ~nymphtalk~