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"This fantasy is all about control, in some ways. It's not what you think though - well, actually, let me just explain the fantasy first, and then you'll understand it better.
"I don't have a good lead-in, I realize. I always get so caught up in the "fantasy" part of the fantasy that I don't think about the mundane things, like how we get there. So you're going to have to bear with me, okay?
"The place it starts, in my mind, is with us sitting on a bed. It's not my bed - we're in a hotel, someplace nice. Maybe like that place you stayed in, the first time we met. We kiss, gently, and I put my hands on the sides of your face, holding you close to me. As the kiss intensifies, I feel your tongue graze my lips, and I groan. I pull away, smiling as you grumble in frustration. I put my finger to your lips - "shhh, relax, just trust me, ok?" - and you nod. We both know how much stronger you are, of the two of us - you could easily resist me, but you don't. You let me push you back on the bed, and shift around as I tease and tickle you until you're lying flat, right in the center of the massive king size bed.
"I straddle your stomach, kissing you before you have time to try and glance up my short skirt. I run my hands down your chest, undoing the buttons on your dress shirt. Without breaking the kiss, I lean back, pulling you up with me, and fumble with your shirt until you get the idea and slip your arms out of the sleeves. As you fall back, I stroke your strong chest, pulling the dark hair there, lightly, making you squirm. Our mouths continue exploring each other, and I notice that we're both breathing somewhat harder than we were a few minutes ago. With one hand, I stroke your chest, stopping every once in a while to flick and pinch your sensitive nipples. I know how strongly you react to that, and used it to my advantage. You are so busy squirming underneath me, you don't even notice when I slip the soft silk scarf around one wrist, then switch hands and wrap the other one. You start noticing something is unusual as I pull your arms above your head, but by then it's too late - I run the scarves through the clamps I had attached to the bedposts earlier, and your hands are stuck. Well, mostly stuck - I grin at you as I show you how to release your hands if you want to. "I dare you to leave them there," I whisper in your ear, as I lean in close to bite your earlobe. You gasp in pleasure, as I'm rarely so rough, although you have always told me how much you want me to be more forward.
"I kiss you again, harder this time, then climb off you, sitting up beside you on the bed. I lean over, bite your neck, run my lips down your chest, and circle your nipple with my tongue. You quiver, whispering my name under your breath. "Wha...?" I interrupt you, before you can finish asking me that question, whispering soothing words to you. I look into your eyes, and ask "Trust me?" I see the fear flicker briefly in your eyes, before you smile and nod. You know I'd never harm you; you also know how to get untied in a hurry, if you need to. I don't know which thought comforts you more, and it makes me smirk slightly.
"I reach down, popping the buttons on your jeans, running my hand 'accidentally' over your erection while I'm at it. You twitch, thrusting your hips up at me, trying to maintain contact. I back off, directing you to lift your butt at I tug at your pants, wiggling them over your hips, then finally off; I toss them on the floor, and repeat the process with your boxers. Plaid - I laugh. You have no 'regular' white underwear, at least that I've seen. Your cock bobs against your stomach, and I smile as I see how hard you are. I've known so many of your fantasies, your turn-ons, for a long time, but never chose to do anything about many of them, before now. My smile widens when I think about how many of them are going to be fulfilled tonight. One look at how hard you've become in the last few minutes is all the confirmation that I need that I was right, that you wanted this.
"I lean over to the bedside table where I carefully stored all the supplies I knew I'd need for this, and pull out one more navy blue silk tie, just like the ones on your arms. You anticipate my move, and move your legs closer together; I shake my head, trying not to laugh at your assumption. I kiss you, once, then securely tie the scarf around your head, as a blindfold. You gasp, and I feel a shudder run through you - we had never talked about blindfolds, but after a few minutes kissing and soothing you, you assure me that you are alright, willing to endure the blindfold if I think it is necessary. I climb on top of you once again, running my hands along your arms, chest, and face, involving our mouths in another deep, needy kiss that leaves me reeling. I know that the rough wool of my skirt and the buttons of my blouse must be pressing into you, pointing out to you that while you are naked, tied up, blindfolded, and totally helpless, I am still fully clothed and completely in control.
"I get up again, imagining to myself what you must be thinking as you hear me rifling through the drawer on the bedside table again, pulling out various items you cannot see. You feel my hands tug your legs apart, and me kneel between your knees on the bed. Cutting off the rampant imagination I know you have, I suck your cock completely into my mouth before you have time to wonder what I'm up to next. I can feel the blood vessels with my tongue, the whole thing throbbing slightly in my mouth. I caress your balls with one hand, pulling my mouth off your cock. I gently lick at the head, in a motion that I know gives you pleasure, but doesn't provide you with enough pressure to get any closer to orgasm. I have other plans tonight - I have no intention of letting you come so soon, and ruin it. I continue licking down the shaft of your cock, before licking your sac and sucking each testicle into my mouth, briefly. I keep moving down, shifting position between your legs, until I can tickle your perineum (the sensitive area behind your balls) with my tongue. You squirm, and in that moment I run my tongue over your anus. I hear you suck in a breath, not letting it out, and you try to hold perfectly still while my tongue roams over your ass. I know how much you love that, and you often tell me that you wish I was willing to engage in that sort of play more often. I lick and probe at your ass until I hear you groaning in time to my actions; as I pull away, I hear a grunt of frustration. I replace my mouth with a well-lubricated finger, running between your cheeks, then putting gentle pressure at your opening. You relax - I can hear you panting as you obviously try to forcibly loosen up the muscles. My finger slides in, slowly, and I watch your face for signs of pain as it goes. You groan as my hand comes to rest against your butt, my finger gently probing against your prostate. I know that facial expression, and it doesn't indicate pain.
"After a few minutes of gently thrusting into you with my finger, I pull out. You whimper "please...", until you feel something else pressing up against your anus. I wonder if you can tell by feel that it is plastic, because you pull away from me, twitching and pulling against the silk scarves at your wrists. I stop, moving up to lay along side you, stroking your chest, kissing your face to reassure you. "What is that?" I hear you ask, and I continue planting kisses on your face as I explain it to you. "It's very small - it won't hurt," I promise you, and you reluctantly agree to let me try. I kiss your lips, softly, passionately, as my hands roam down to fondle your cock, which has gone somewhat limp in fear. I reposition myself between your legs, and decide to suck your cock back to hardness while inserting the small butt plug. You whimper, afraid, until I tell you that it is over, and you realize that you barely felt it. Your tensed legs relax, and you start thrusting your hips up, trying to fuck my mouth as I'm still sucking your cock, almost forgetting about the plug I put in place. Almost - but not quite, because at that moment I touch a button on a small hand-held device, and the plug starts vibrating softly inside you. You let out a surprised squeak, which degenerates into a moan, as I start sucking your cock faster, harder, and you feel the vibrating against your prostate. I hear an audible sigh when I turn off the vibrator - whether of relief, or disappointment, I'm not sure. But you got the point, I know.
"I again slide up beside you, laying my clothed body across your naked one, and your kiss suddenly feels desperate, anxious; you blink as I untie your blindfold and smile down at you. I kiss you again, then wink as I scramble up off the bed, leaving you still securely tied. I blush slightly, then proceed to do a slow, naughty strip tease. As much as I hate it, I know you like my body, and tonight is about giving you what you want. I stop before I remove my skirt - I slide up the hem of the short wool piece of material, and reveal to you that I am not only wearing the stockings that you adore, but am also not wearing any panties.
"I lift your head gently and place a pillow under it. Still clad in my short skirt, I climb back on the bed and straddle your stomach. I lift the skirt so that you not only have a full unobstructed view, but you can also feel my bare ass against your stomach, feel the heat (and possibly even the wetness) seeping out from between my legs. "You always wanted me to give you a show," I whisper, and proceed to run my hands down my neck, across my breasts, pinching and squeezing my nipples until they stand out. I lean over to offer you one, and you suck it eagerly into your mouth, nipping it gently with your teeth the way I like it. I gasp and sit back, bringing my other nipple to my own mouth with my hands. Your squirming confirms how much you enjoy being a voyeur, and I feel your still-erect cock poking me in the backside. I move my hands lower, and slowly start running my fingers along my labia, dipping one finger inside and bringing it to my lips to taste myself. You lick your lips and groan, so I do the same for you, dipping my finger into my slit, then running it over your lips, letting you lick and suck it clean. The whole time my fingers roam over my sex, spreading my lips and giving you a view of my red swollen pussy. I'm soaking wet, and I'm sure by now you must be able to smell my arousal. I rub harder, thrusting one and then two fingers up inside me, while furiously rubbing my clit with the other hand, rushing faster and faster towards my orgasm. I've been so wet all night, it doesn't take long, and I throw back my head and come, moaning and panting, straddled across your chest while you watch me masturbate. My fluids run out of me, down my legs and onto your stomach, and I collapse forward and try not to suffocate you while I catch my breath.
"I hear you mumble, between my breasts as I pant above you, "Can I...taste you? Please?", and I feel you kiss my chest, anywhere you can reach, imploring me to let you. Although unplanned, I feel my desire start to rise at the suggestion, and quickly slide off you. I rip my stockings, in my eagerness to have them off, and slide the skirt off my legs just as quickly. I clamber around so that I am kneeling, my knees on either side of your head, facing down towards the rest of your body. You raise your head and attempt to lick me, impatient, and I manage to get comfortable enough to ease down so your face is pressed close to my pussy. I feel your first, tentative licks, and shudder - I am almost too sensitive, now, and it is almost a burning sensation. However it feels so good at the same time I close my eyes and just press myself even further against your face. I am leaning forward, and realize that I am mere inches from your cock. While you enthusiastically attack my clit, I lean even further down to take you into my mouth, sucking hard, and licking your cock. Your hips start thrusting up, again trying to fuck my mouth, almost gagging me. I am so overwhelmed by your attention on my clit, I lose concentration and give up sucking your cock, instead hitting the switch and starting the plug in your ass vibrating again. I am close to orgasm again, already, and realize from your groan that you cannot take much more.
"I barely manage to climb off you, and you gasp for breath while I quickly reverse my position, straddle your hips, and aim your cock into my depths. As I slam my hips down to meet yours, we both groan in satisfaction. While you definitely have a nice sized penis, I have always been extremely tight, to the point of pain for both of us sometimes; tonight, I am so wet it isn't a problem. I can feel the vibration of your butt plug through your cock, embedded firmly inside me, and that fires me up even more. With no more pretense, no more games, I ride you hard and fast, and your hips grind into mine with every thrust. I cry out "Come...come for me," and after just a few strokes, I lose control and slam into a mind-warping orgasm. My pussy contracts even tighter around your cock, spasming as I ride out my orgasm, and that's the final straw for you. With one final thrust, I hear you strangle a scream as you come inside me, your legs and hips jerking involuntarily as you shoot pulse after pulse of come into me.
"As my orgasm subsides, I hear you gasp, as well as a quiet hum, and have just enough mind left to switch off the vibrator and throw the remote on the floor. I collapse against your chest, burying my head in your neck, my hands reaching up to untie your arms. I'm sure you're stiff, but as soon as your arms are free you wrap them around me, as tightly as you can, and roll us both over on our sides. We both shudder as your soft cock slips out of me, and we each get an even tighter hold of each other. By unspoken agreement, we fall asleep, cuddled tightly to each other, refusing to let each other go.
"So you see, in a way this fantasy is about control. About me, having control over you, your body, and for once, our sex lives. However, as I hope you'll agree, in a way, it's not actually about control at all. For we both know that bondage (of any sort) is actually your turn-on, not mine; that you are fascinated by anal play, while I am not particularly interested; and that while we both immensely enjoy it when you perform oral sex on me, the act of me "sitting on your face" (in your words) and forcing you to perform is actually almost a fetish of yours, an idea that gets you hard faster than anything else I bring up.
"So why, you might ask, is this my fantasy? The answer to that lies in how much I love you, how much we trust each other's judgement. These things have become my fantasy, because I know they are your fantasy, and I am willing to try anything that makes you happy. I want to fulfill these fantasies, not just for you, but for us, because I think they'll strengthen our bond, bring us closer together, and teach us to trust each other even a little more. I trust that you will not be upset by my reluctance to try things I am afraid of, and will not laugh at my failed attempts; you trust that I will not tie you in a knot you can't get free from, and perform horrible acts that abuse you, hurt you, or take advantage of you in any way. We know each other a little better than that, and after a night like the one I just described, we'd know each other even better.
"In my imagination, therefore, I think that before we fell asleep, something would happen. We'd be lying in each others arms, sweaty and sore, exhausted, and the last thing I might hear before I fall asleep is you, saying "thank you." And you might really, really, mean it.
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"What's that sweetheart? Why are we here? Well, you know I bought a new dress last week, and I need a shawl or something to go with it. What? No, no, I was actually thinking something more like this. A long blue silk scarf. Isn't this pretty? And I think, I might just need...three of them." wink
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