0 comments/ 25318 views/ 0 favorites Relinquishing Control By: sirensong47 day one Each decade seems to be labeled by society with a descriptive word that describes the societal status of the times. The sixties were the era of free love. The eighties were the years of financial decadence where money was in abundance, spent freely, almost wastefully. The nineties seem to be headed towards an era of new sexual expression, the world of S & M. Where previously this realm of sex play had been considered by the mainstream to be unacceptable behavior that one did not talk about, this practice of sex play has come into vogue. Nathan and I are no different than any other couple in our curiosity of the topic. Our first explorations were tentative, like a young child taking his first steps. With each new venture down the path of this game our trust level escalated. In my opinion, trust is the key element to insure a comfort level in order to achieve the optimum pleasure from such playtime. We were vacationing in Florida and staying in a luxury beachfront condominium. Having spent a relaxing three days there lulled by the sounds of the surf, the songs of seagulls, and several blissful orgasms, Nathan proposed that we play a game. He was seated on the love seat looking out over the noon sun shimmering on the emerald green waters while the sea oats swayed in the October breeze. He looked me straight in the eye and said, "You can make all the rules. I'll do anything I'm told. Just dominate. Please!" I was pleased that he had so freely expressed his desire to play; pleased that he had communicated his desire without any pretense of shyness or hesitation. So, I decided to give him what he had requested. His fate was now in my hands. Rising from the couch, I went into the bedroom that also faced seaside to do surveillance of the things I might need and preparing the spaces I might choose to occupy. After selecting all of my "game pieces" and the place to "Start" I returned to the living area to retrieve Nathan. I stood in the doorway with my hands on my hips a riding crop in one. I was dressed in total black. The smell of the leather stimulated my own state of mind as I mentally transformed to the role of Mistress. Nathan looked up from the magazine he had been reading and shivered involuntarily when his gaze fell upon the riding crop. "Slave! Follow me and do as you are told!" I commanded. The exchange of power had begun! He seemed almost too eager to follow. His demeanor conveyed that he had not yet arrived at a mental state of subjugation. He was obviously aroused for this penis bulged at the seams of his trousers. Mentally, he seemed excited with anticipation of the things to come. But, he showed no signs of really taking my role as his Mistress seriously. That was a mistake! After all it had been his own idea to relinquish control of himself into my hands. It was going to require immediate action to humble him properly. The closet was to be the starting point for it was large and contained a full-length mirror on the opposite wall of the clothes rack. From the bench I picked up a delicate black satin and lace negligee and handed it to him with instructions that he was to put it on and face the mirror. He blushed a vivid shade of red when he saw the image he created wearing such attire. His cock sprang from beneath the material as the lace cascaded around his erection. Even I found this visual silly so I felt certain that he would want me to remove the gown immediately. But, I did no such thing! Instead, I raised his hands above his head and tied them securely to the overhead wire shelf. Then spreading his feet apart, I secured each ankle with a nylon strap. He began mumbling very un-submissive protests. I ordered silence. "You may respond to me with only: Yes, Mistress or No, Mistress. Is that understood?" Either he still did not take me seriously, or his own excitement or nervousness overwhelmed his ability to remain silent. I crossed the room with a sense of drama and power. Sliding my hand beneath the lace my fingers pinched the cheek of his buttocks firmly. He flinched and yipped in surprise; so, my fingers sought the other cheek and duplicated the process. His penis surged into engorgement, once again poking rigid through the lace. While holding his penis tightly in my hand, I instructed him that he was required to maintain this erection while I was out of the room or else it would be necessary for me reprimand him. I left Nathan standing in front of the mirror dressed in the negligee, because of the restraints he was forced to focus on his reflection and worry about what might be coming next. Even I had no clear plan as to what to do next. Things just developed on their own. However, I did deliberately exaggerate everything I did in an effort to make noises echo back to the bedroom. Going into the kitchen, I removed the ice tray and took two cubes making sure to rattle the tray more than really necessary. I turned on the water facet and let it run for awhile before placing one cube under the flow. The mass melted to about half its size. Both pieces then went into a crystal highball glass that created a tinkling sound as the ice hit the sides of the glass. Without much doubt, Nathan had heard these sounds. His anxiety level must have catapulted to peak level. I chided him upon returning to the dressing closet, "It's not hard! Didn't I tell you to keep it hard? Didn't I tell you that you'd be sorry if you didn’t?" "Yes. Mistress." His voice was almost a whisper. There was a detectable hint of fear. An extra nylon tether lay on the floor at his feet. I picked it up and slapped his penis and balls with a few light strokes. Reaching up I released the bindings and had him turn around and face the wall. With my thumb pressed against his chin I forced his jaw apart and popped in the larger cube of ice. "Suck it!" I commanded. With my hand on the small of his back, I guided his head down until he was bent from the waist. "Open your cheeks to me." His face turned crimson as my foot forced his feet apart. His face was about six inches from the floor. His hesitation to follow orders quickly earned him a stinging slap on the buttocks that landed close to his testicles. "OH, God!" he stammered as he complied timidly. His breathing was irregular but he managed to relax just a little. It was enough that it enabled me to seize the opportunity and tuck the second cube well into his dark hole. "Don't move! Hold it inside! Ride the sensations! Stay hard!" I returned him to his spot in front of the mirror and bound his hands to the rack again. This time there was no negligee. This time he was totally naked and rock hard! "I'm afraid of you when you are like this." He whispered. Such control over another human being is quite intoxicating. This simple confession added a new dimension to the experience. Since he professed no inclination to stop the game, I knew he was really enjoying his adventure. So, it was time for the next phase. Taking another tether in hand, I tied one end around the head of his penis and the other end to the rack above his head. Then I placed a soft sleep mask over his eyes. Standing back to observe my fledgling I laughed wickedly before taking leave of him. He was left to his own thought and own imagination for a quarter of and hour. In the back of my mind, I knew what to do next. What surprised me was that I wanted to do it. Besides, he secretly craved this, didn't he? In time would he grow to like this part of the game enough to ask or even beg for me to do it to him? Untying him, I turned him to face the wall. Then I spanked him repeatedly with the back of my hairbrush. Each swat left a small red mark. He made not a sound. Four more times the brush connected to his bottom before he moaned. The sound was indistinguishable as to pain or pleasure being the source of its birth. His cock remained hard and bobbed with each swat. Ceasing with spanking, I had him kneel on his hands and knees before me. Applying a lotion to his inflamed buttocks to soothe away the sting, I massaged him lovingly. Then gently the pubic hairs of his balls and pelvis were brushed with the very instrument that had just punished him. With blindfold still in place, I had him fold his arms on the floor and cradle his head. His buttocks were still in the air. "You know what to do; open yourself to me." He did so without a second thought. Using a lubricant, I greased my finger and used it to penetrate his anus. He caught his breath and held it as I massaged his prostrate gland. He was truly mine at this point for his penis began to weep semen. "I know it feels good, dear Slave. But, you are not allowed to cum." He nodded in affirmation as a gasp escaped him. Not just from the constant massaging, but, because he was being stretched wider by a second finger being added. I believe it possible to milk a man to orgasm. His prostrate responded to me urgings as it grew firmer, yet pliant and elastic to my prodding’s. By this time my own pussy began to steam as my vagina was bathed in my own cream. The juices spread over the vaginal lips as my sexual tension rose. Pulling him to his haunches, I removed his blindfold and drew his head towards my crotch. My body was undulating with desire as his tongue soothed my swollen lips and thickening clitoris. The juices flowed from my vagina and filled his mouth. Throwing my right leg over his shoulder my body withered in pleasure as I rode his tongue. He sucked and drank the cream as though it were sweet honey. My mind's eye envisioned his cock tucked deeply inside the vaginal tunnel. The image of the walls flexing and gripping his organ with each stroke built me to a frenzy of need to be filled and well ridden. I cannot remember what position I assumed in order to receive him. I only know that I wanted him to penetrate me quickly and to consume me. I believe that I was on my knees before the mirror. The passion escalated and enveloped me as warm ripples rolled through me as our bodies interlocked. We swayed together to the music only our bodies could hear. He ejaculated a stream of cum deep within me sending satisfying sighs throughout my loins. On through the night and into the twilight hours we savored the other’s body. No orifice went without attention. We fell asleep there on the floor of the dressing area, entwined in the others arms, our genitals still united in love and lust. Relinquishing Control She had often told him how the idea of being submissive turned her on, how she longed for a man to take control of her, to do with her as he desired. So tonight he thought he’d give her the fantasy she longed for. She entered the house late to find all the lights out. In the dark she heard his voice. “Stay where you are and take of your coat.” She did as she was commanded, thrilled by the power in his voice. She felt him near as he slipped a scarf over her eyes, blindfolding her, and another in her mouth so she couldn’t speak. Then, with her hands held behind her back she was forced up the stairs and into the bedroom. Standing her in front of their large four-poster bed he took one arm at a time, binding her wrists and tying her to each post at the end of the bed so that her arms were spread apart. Then she felt his hands on her blouse, pulling the buttons apart and revealing her chest, before roughly tearing the top off her. She felt his fingers unfasten the clasp of her bra and that too was torn off, exposing her breasts. There she stood, arms held apart, her naked chest heaving as the feeling of being at his mercy turned her on. Now his hands reached down to her skirt, pulling it down before he slipped his fingers inside her underwear, feeling how turned on she was and teasing her with his touch. Her knickers were removed and there she stood in only her heels. His hands reached between her legs, forcing them apart, and she felt rope around each ankle, which was tied to the base of each bedpost, holding her legs apart. Now she felt exposed and helpless. Blindfolded, gagged and naked with her legs forced apart she wanted some control back. She tried to make this clear to him, but all she could do was mumble with the gag still in her mouth. His hands reached round to her breasts and his fingers closed on her nipples, massaging them until they were erect. He then moved slowly down her naked body. She gasped as he returned one hand between her legs and fucked her roughly with his fingers, sliding them deep inside her. He was obviously enjoying himself but she was feeling more vulnerable from this violent treatment. She relaxed as she felt the ropes holding her hands being untied from the bedposts and imagined that she was being freed. But instead of being released she was pulled forwards and her hands were retied to the opposite bed posts, forcing her to bend over with her exposed arse in the air. Again she felt his hands between her legs as he tied a rope around the top of each thigh and attached it to each bedpost. Then another rope was tied around her waist to higher up each post, holding her up. Now she was completely immobile. The ropes held her legs apart and also prevented her from moving backwards or forward, up or down. He stepped back to admire his handiwork and her pretty little arse held securely in front of him. In this position, they both knew he could do what he liked to her. “First,” he said, “I’m going to tease you,” as she hear a buzzing behind her and recognised it as the sound of the vibrator she thought she had hidden from him. He slid it up her thighs and to her crotch, touching her with it as she strained towards it, asking to feel it inside her. He eventually did as she wanted, and enjoyed watching here getting more turned on and hearing her moans becoming louder. Suddenly he stopped and reached behind him for a bottle of baby oil. He held it over her and let it drip slowly onto her arse. He watched it run between her cheeks and over her crotch, mixing with her own juices now running down between her legs. “Do you know what,” he said, stepping back to admire her glistening thighs and buttocks, “You’ve been a bad girl for not telling me about your ‘toy’. Only dirty girls use vibrators, and dirty girls also get fucked up the arse.” She was shocked by his coarseness. Oh God, she thought. In this position he can do anything. He dropped his trousers and stood behind her, teasing her with his erect cock, touching her crotch with it and sliding it up the crease between her buttocks. She was making more noise now, shaking her head and trying to break free of her ties. But she couldn’t move as he roughly forced her buttocks apart and placed his cock near her arse hole. She was panicking now, struggling to move, but the ropes around her thighs held her tight. “Do you want to be fucked?” he asked She shook her head and mumbled. “So you’ll do anything I say if I promise not to slide my cock up your arse?” She nodded her head this time and sighed with relief. However, mixed with relief and fear was the feeling of becoming more turned on. Secretly she loved this dirty talk and dominance. He moved away from her and took hold of a large dildo, another one of her ‘secret’ toys. Walking round to her face he removed the gag. “Baby, I’m so sorry,” she cried, tears of lust and humiliation running down her face. He slipped the dildo into her mouth before she could speak again. “I want you to imagine that’s a cock in your mouth, and I want you to suck it as hard as you can, unless you want to be defiled and have my cock up your arse.” She nodded meekly in agreement, the dildo filling her mouth as he returned behind her and then she let out a muffled cry as he slid the vibrator slowly up her arse. She felt totally humiliated as he stepped back and watched her, naked, tied up and blindfolded, sucking on a plastic dildo with a vibrator up her arse, especially when he told her he had a video camera and was filming everything. “Come on you whore, make some noise for the camera,” he told her as he walked around, and then smiled as she sucked harder and began to moan. However, her loud moans were not entirely put on for him. The vibrator and the feeling of humiliation were turning her on more, and she could feel more dampness between her legs and the first wave of an orgasm. This feeling grew as he continued to watch and film her until he put down the camera and whispered in her ear, “You’re actually enjoying this, aren’t you?” She found herself nodding. “And now you’re feeling horny and begging to be fucked” Another nod. He stepped up behind her once more and slid his cock inside her. “Now it feels like you’re being spit roasted doesn’t it, you filthy slut” She moaned louder as he talked dirty to her and was completely overcome by a feeling of helplessness as he held his cock inside her, not moving. She strained to try to slide up and down on it, but the ties held her frustrated. He stayed still until she thought she couldn’t take any more, the vibrator in her arse turning her on so much but not making her orgasm. After what seemed like eternity, when he could feel her juices running down her own thighs, he felt her whole body shudder as she came, crying into the gag. “You dirty bitch!” she heard him laugh as he withdrew from her and began to release her bindings. When she was completely free she collapsed onto the bed and he lay beside her, holding her closely as her heart rate returned to normal and she relaxed, falling into a deep sleep in his arms. Relinquishing Control Last time you came here, finally giving in after weeks and weeks of his urging you to try something new, you retained a measure of anonymity. Though it still went against your instincts to do something so private in public, making love in the backseat, most of the light from outside blocked by the bodies peering in through the windows, you knew that all the watching men would really see would be silhouetted shapes, your features swathed in shadow along with your most intimate parts. This time is different. You pull into the car park, deserted at the time of night apart from a scattering of cars parked at the farthest from the road in the deepest shadows, one or two men standing by their cars smoking, avoiding each others' eyes. But this time when your lover turns off the engine, instead of waiting a few minutes then clambering into the back seat, he gets out of the car and goes to the boot, taking out a blanket before opening your door and gesturing for you to get out. You hesitate, unsure what he wants from you, afraid it is more than you are willing to give. Sensing your fear he leans in and says in a soft voice 'Trust me. I won't let anyone do anything to hurt you. Remember our word. If you want me to stop you only need to tell me'. You throw your mind back to your first few encounters – the word you agreed on laughingly as he snapped you into the fur-lined handcuffs, sure you would never need it. Now you are not so certain. Still, emboldened just enough to follow him, you make your way across the car park behind him and when he lays down the blanket on the dusty grass furthest from the road and gestures you to lie down you obey him. He lies behind you and turns to kiss you, pausing to whisper 'Just focus on me, baby, pretend it's just the two of us', feeling you relax gradually in the warm familiarity of his kiss. When he stops to pull your top up over your head you see that two men are approaching across the car park, and are startled to see one nearby, silhouetted against the headlights of the cars, who has approached without you even noticing. You let your lover pull your top up and off you, let him stroke your nipples until they are visible beneath your thin lace bra, but you are tense, aware of three pairs of strange eyes on you, totally exposed on the ground, no car door to hide behind. Sensing your reluctance your lover pauses, returns to kissing you deeply and urgently, until you are once again focused on the growing heat between you, and you don't pull away when he unbuttons your jeans and, slipping his hand inside, begins to gently stroke your clitoris with his clever fingers. You abandon yourself to his touch, letting him reach round to open your bra with his other hand, letting him push you back onto the soft blanket, feeling his mouth on your nipples, his hand always busy between your legs, trapped awkwardly between the denim of your jeans and your body. You allow him to remove the rest of your clothing, keeping your knees close together and closing your eyes so you don't have to see the shadowy figures surrounding you, trying not to picture how you must look, naked and exposed to their eyes. Your lover pauses in his ministrations and you know he is undressing beside you. Then suddenly he is touching you again, lifting your hips at an awkward angle, and you realise he wants you to lie on top of him, your back to his chest. Usually you would not hesitate – he knows this is one of your favourite positions, allowing him access to every part of your body as he fucks you, but it is also the most vulnerable, opening you completely to watching eyes. You try to move away, to manoeuvre him on top of you where you can bury your face in his shoulder and his broad body will block most of yours from view, but he is immovable, wrapping one arm around your body and sliding the other under your arse, raising it so he can slide his hips beneath yours, his erection pressing into the line between your soft buttocks. You clamp your legs together, crossing your arms over your breasts, but he ignores your discomfort, one of his hands returning to between your legs, to stroke your clit despite your tightly clenched thighs, the other stroking soothingly down the side of your breast to your stomach, calming you with its repetitive motion. Once again you feel yourself start to relax, and a liquid warmth begins to build inside you as you focus on his skilful hands, which move to press gently on your thighs, urging your legs apart. As he pushes your legs outwards, opening you up so the three watching men can see your most intimate parts spread out before them, he continues to gently rub and circle your clit with his fingers. Your open legs give his fingers better access, and you feel a sharp throb of pleasure between your spread legs, even as the shame of your exposure before these strangers impels you to close them again. As you struggle with yourself, your mind urging you to close your legs even as your body tells you to open them further, he gentle slips one finger down between your lips, bringing it back up to your clit again gleaming with moisture which he rubs across your tiny bud, leaving it smooth and glistening in the light from the car headlamps. 'There you are baby, I knew you'd like it', he murmurs to you, his fingers now sliding smoothly across you as pleasurable as the feel of his tongue when he opens you up wide at home and softly licks you until you're begging for his cock. You feel your stomach begin to tighten urgently and a flood of moisture lower down in your core, hoping the dark figures watching you so intently can't see how turned on you are, even against your will. You feel him reach beneath you to where his cock has been throbbing against your soft behind, and pull it forwards until it's straining up between your legs, and he shifts his hips beneath you, gently rubbing it against your soft opening, coating it in your juices, feeling your arousal. You don't realise you've closed your eyes again until you hear him say out loud: 'I think she likes it, showing herself off to you. She can try and fight it but I'm going to make her come right in front of you all'. You open your eyes suddenly, brought back to the reality of the situation by his inclusion of these strangers in your intimacy, and see that the men have moved closer, and two of the shadowy figures are now fumbling at waist level, whether stroking themselves through their trousers or openly caressing their cocks you can't see. His voice has broken the spell of your arousal and you feel a return of your fear and self-consciousness, ashamed that you are unable to fight the demands of your body, and ashamed that everybody knows this. However, even as you begin to pull away from him, to try to close your legs and hide yourself from the gaze of the watching men, now so intent it feels almost like a physical caress on your skin, he pushes up more insistently against you with his warm cock, and you feel the head of him slip past your lips and inside you. His fingers continuing their maddening stroke on your clitoris, making your pussy tighten involuntarily with the approach of an orgasm. As you hesitate, unable to pull yourself away from the pleasure of his touch, he shifts beneath you on the blanket, this time pushing his cock up and inside you relentlessly, until it is buried deep in your warmth. You hear yourself moan and for a moment you are confused by what seems like an echo, until you realise that it is one of the men, standing almost over you now with his cock in his hand, stroking himself, his eyes fixed on the place where you lover's cock enters your body. His is thrusting now, finding a slow rhythm that creates an insistent heat in your belly, and sends tingles of electricity to your clit, where his fingers are still gentle stroking and circling, pushing you towards an edge you never thought you could cross in front of a stranger. 'That's it baby, just concentrate on my cock inside you', he whispers. 'Don't fight me; I'm going to make you come for these people'. This time his words don't diminish your arousal, instead sending a stab of pleasure through you, and you look around you almost eagerly, seeing that all three men now are now stroking their cocks, the sound of their heavy breathing mingling with that of you and your lover, signalling your building sense of urgency. Suddenly one of them doubles over, moaning as he pumps his arm faster, and you know he is coming into his hand. Seeing him come is too much for you, and you feel your muscles tighten, and for a long urgent few seconds your poised on the edge, and then suddenly you're there, all self-awareness gone as you spasm around your lover's cock. You only half-hear your owns moans of pleasure in the cool night air as your orgasm rips through you, redoubling when you feel a sudden spurt of warmth across your bare thigh, and realise that at least one of the two remaining men is coming with you, as is your lover, your tiny convulsions pushing him over the edge as he pumps inside you. In spite of your uncertainly that this was what you wanted, as you lie in the cool night air, the sweat cooling on your body, you have never felt so relaxed. So perfect.