Kooth
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It is mid-afternoon of our first day together, after finally meeting. Well, not really our first day – it was a long night, and we slept until just after noon. The sun is shining in the windows and highlights the curves of your smooth skin. We’ve eaten, a slight meal punctuated by the silence of long gazes. I lean back in my chair and look down on you kneeling before me, and a wicked grin forms as my thoughts return to your new submission, to me. Your crooked smile tells me you are still tired, perhaps a little sore, but very happy.
‘It’s time for your sub-med,’ I say, adding, ‘Right here in front of me.’ This is a ritual, weeks old by now, that you have practiced for me daily. I’ve seen proof in the pictures you’ve sent but as you rise and scurry off to gather your things, I know you’re feeling a little anxious about this time. This first time, having to perform this previously private though dedicated task fully exposed and laying it before me. It’s a gift, but am I an audience, or a participant?
While you’re gone I move a full length mirror to a spot against the wall directly across the room from my desk. Then I adjust a smaller table mirror, swiveling and tilting it so as I sit at my desk, facing the opposite wall, I can see the floor and mirror behind me.
I turn to my computer and open the document I have saved, documenting your efforts, the rules and tasks I have given you, the qualities I appreciated and nurtured, the punishments you have endured. you return, and I glance at you in the first mirror.
With your wrist cuffs and collar on you are as dressed as you need to be. I turn and nod at your shy, questioning smile, and you move to begin.
You kneel on the floor behind and to the side of me. With your legs folded underneath you, you reach back and slowly insert your buttplug. One of three you own, the medium, that you bought to take the place of the big blue mean one you so sorely underestimated.
I watch unreservedly as you straighten to look at yourself in the long mirror. I have an idea of what you’ve done before, that you have some routine, but am interested to see it unfold here in front of me. I swivel in my chair, no longer caring about the words on the screen, to stare at your back, at your face reflected.
‘Wait,’ I say, and you pause, sitting still, hands clasped behind your back, looking at me in the mirror. I slip out of my chair and take the clip from my pocket. With it I fasten two of the D-rings on your cuffs together. Then I slide my hand over your shoulder to your breast, your nipple, slightly tugging one of a pair of rings as I graze it on my way to the soft downy skin of your stomach.
I’m reaching for my third ring between your spread thighs. Yes, my rings, the ones I told you to get. The ones I paid for before we even met. I had asked you about jewelry and you said you had been thinking of having your nipples pierced for some time. You sent me links to the results of your research. And when I suggested you would get both nipples and your hood pierced you were so excited you did them that very afternoon. Now, they are nearly healed.
After flicking the ring below and unnecessarily testing your wetness I cup my hand to follow the curve of your thigh, your luscious hip, your round cheek, to finally, lightly press on the base of your plug. You try to stifle a squirm but I see your hips wiggle slightly back and forth across your heels. Then I rise and return to my chair behind you.
Your eyes return to your image facing you in the mirror and we both know when you begin, though there is no outward sign. You move little, infrequently, first staring into your own eyes, then closing them. I know you are pulling your feelings of submissiveness from inside you, to wrap them around you, immerse yourself in them. I wonder if it’s different today, if you are thinking of and distracted by my presence, or if having me finally here with you is like a prayer answered, and intensifies and deepens your meditation.
Minutes pass. Then you move slowly, bending to lower your body to the floor, until your forehead touches the ground. Normally you stretch your arms towards your reflection, but not today. You barely hear my chair creak through the thickness of your focus.
You start to rise when you feel my hand grasp the link between your cuffs but stop when you feel the pressure of my other hand between your shoulder blades. I pull up on your wrists, and then give you a sharp slap on your right hip, ordering you to raise your ass for me. With your forehead pressing harder into the floor to keep your balance you feel me nuzzling up against you, and the hot sharp poke of my cock against your inner thigh, then your cuntlips as I grasp and guide it.
This is right, you think, the proper result and culmination of all your previous prostrations. Goosebumps march across your flesh as you turn cold, then hot as you wait for me to push inside of you. You realize I am waiting, barely slipping between your first folds, but no farther, despite how slick you are. You bite your lip. You are afraid, to move, or make a sound.
‘Do you want it?!’ I growl. Then, you mewl, beginning to shake with both the unfamiliar strain of the position and the achingly known need building inside you. you picture a monument, a pyramid, forming inside you, what you want inside of you, afraid you are going to explode if you don’t have it, and if you do.
‘Tell me. Tell me you want it.’ I insist.
‘Please. Please.’ I slap your taut skin again. ‘Please!’
‘Beg me. What do you want?!’
‘Please, put it inside me, I want you inside me, I beg you, please! Please fuck me, fuck me now, I want you!’
I don’t wait. I don’t have to. With a grip on your wrists I pull you onto me, and find the base of the plug inside your ass with my other hand. I start fucking you hard, with staccato thrusts, short, sharp, deep. Then I slow, and set a rhythm, pumping with long strokes inside you, alternating with an insistent push on the plug in your ass.
Now you are moaning, ‘Ohhhhhh’, grunting with the motion, back and forth. You have what you’ve wanted, this temple of pleasure here with me, worshipping and sacrificing and delirious with frenzy. Then, you gasp and catch your breath as I slow to a stop.
I’m inside you, buried to the hilt. I push you off, until once again I am tickling your lips, grazing your clit with the tip of my cock.
‘Do you want to come?’ I ask.
‘Yes, yes, please let me come! Can I come, please?’ you cry.
‘Then fuck yourself on me.’ I command.
Immediately you begin. Now you are moving and you no longer hear your own cries, as you concentrate on finding that moment you’ve been skating so near for so long.
I reach around for the ring above your clit. You double your efforts as I hold still, even backing away from you a little.
‘Are you ready to come?’
‘YES!’
‘Then come!’ I yell.
Some unknown time later you realize you are in a heap on the floor, arms free and legs akimbo. I am standing over you, and I reach to gently pull the buttplug free. You wince a little, but then turn to look me in the face. You gaze with wonder and reach for me. You are fulfilled.
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