MindMastr
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He sat a corner table in one of those dark anonymous hotel bars waiting for her. His thoughts drifting as he sipped at his drink. He remembered the first time they had spoken. It was on line, in one of those chat rooms where Dominant males and submissive females gather. She had addressed him first, he liked that. They flirted a bit, then had gone to a private room. They had exchanged some personal information, always careful to preserve their anonymity. He had weaved one of his fantasies for her, capturing her mind. She was surprised at the visceral reaction of her body to his words. He seemed to be there in her bedroom, beside her at the computer, knowing everything. She could feel his quiet power and force of will across the miles that separated them. It scared and excited her. They met on line again and it was even better. They spent many hours together, she at her computer, he at his. They explored each other’s minds and fantasies. She found herself revealing more and more of herself.. They both knew that they would eventually meet, it was inevitable.
He shook his head to clear it from his reverie. He glanced at his watch, it was time. He looked out the window and saw her get out of a car. He smiled softly to himself. She knew he insisted on punctuality. She wanted to please him. He had seen her picture, but it had not done her justice. She was beautiful. He could tell by the way she walked that she was nervous. “Good” he thought, “that nervousness will fuel her need.” She walked into the bar, looking around, their eyes locked. His dark eyes like laser beams, boring into her soul. Her knees went weak, but she forced herself to move to his table. “I’m glad you came” he said softly. “I almost didn’t” she replied. He ordered her a drink. They sat talking quietly, his eyes never leaving hers. “Lay your hand on the table, palm up” he directed her. She complied, knowing her obedience was expected. His large powerful hand slid across the table and hovered over hers. His fingertip slowly caressed her palm and fingers. She shivered, feeling the electricity running up her arm and exploding in her brain. She looked down, unable to bear the power of his gaze. “Shall we go? He asked, already knowing the answer. “Yes” she whispered.
He paid the tab and took her arm as they entered the elevator. As the cab soared upward he leaned forward and brushed his lips softly across hers. She moaned softly and returned his kiss. They left the elevator and strolled down the hall to his room. He spoke softly, his eyes twinkling “Last chance to run.” She didn’t. They entered the room. He removed his jacket and tie. “Take off your jacket” he said. She complied. He kissed her again, tracing the line between her upper and lower lips with the tip of his tongue. She gasped softly. “I want you to stand right there and be very still.” He ordered. She nodded once, afraid that her voice would betray her if she spoke.
He walked behind her and lifted her thick auburn tresses, baring the nape of her neck. She shivered as his lips grazed slowly across her neck. She felt his heavy hands on her slim shoulders. They glided slowly down her arms gently kneading and caressing. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut as the soft hairs of his beard tickled the side of her neck. He suckled her ear lobe then nipped it with sharp white teeth. She felt her belly go liquid as she moaned from someplace deep within. His hands slowly pulled her blouse from the waistband of her skirt. She felt his fingers moving surely upward, undoing her buttons, his fingers gliding over the flesh as it was revealed. She felt so naked. She had followed his instructions implicitly. No undergarments of any kind, just the skirt and blouse and a jacket if it was cold. She felt her blouse sliding back off of her shoulders, her nipples perking in the cool air. He slid her blouse down to her wrists, then wound the sleeves tightly around her wrists and knotted them. His hands slid up her back. She loved how warm they were. They came over her shoulders and slowly down over her breasts. Her head lolled to the side as his hands cupped her breasts, then rolled her sensitive nipples in his fingers. “I’m going to show you things about yourself you never dreamed of girl.” he whispered.
She felt his hands slide lower. They undid the button and zipper of her skirt. She felt her skirt fall away and puddle at her feet. His hands roamed slowly over her soft rounded belly. He pressed his fingertip deep into her naval, hooking it down and to the right, pressing deeply. She gasped as his finger found the nerve buried within. Her mouth formed a soft “Oh” as the electricity surged from the nerve directly to her clit. He fingertip plucked at the nerve. Her legs went to jelly as he supported her with his powerful arms. He chuckled softly as he asked “I think we’ve found something new already eh?” She could only nod. Her body was aflame. Every nerve ending seemed tuned to his touch. He held her tightly and whispered “Enough warm up girl, its time for the main event.”
He undid the knotted blouse freeing her wrists. He opened a drawer in the bedside table and took out two sets of leather restraints lined with lambs wool. He gazed intently into her eyes “Give me your wrists.” She extended them to him submissively. He expertly affixed the cuffs to each wrist assuring himself that they were tight enough to restrain her but not too tight. He instructed her to lie down, face up on the king-sized bed. She complied. She felt the cool cover of the comforter warm as her heated flesh touched it. He reached under the bed and took out a length of rope tied to the leg of the bed, then threaded it through the “D” ring set into the cuff on her left wrist. Her drew her arm well out and above her head and knotted the rope. He watched carefully for her reaction. They sometimes panicked at this point. Satisfied that she was OK, he secured her other wrist. He took out the other set of leather cuffs and attached them to her ankles. He secured them as he had done her wrists. He gazed down with a soft smile, enjoying her nakedness and vulnerability. The soft dewy pearl of liquid at her gaping labia was proof of her arousal.
He lay down beside her and kissed her softly. “You know the rule….you may not cum without my permission.” She looked at him with lust-shrouded eyes and nodded. “Yes.” She croaked softly. He reached over to the table and picked up a blindfold. “Not being able to see helps to focus your senses.” He whispered. Then he carefully blindfolded her. Her world went dark. She immediately knew his words were true, the very air felt like sandpaper on her hypersensitive flesh. She felt him get up. She felt utterly helpless and vulnerable. A part of her mind screamed at her to struggle, to run, she couldn’t.
He walked to the dresser and picked up an artist’s paintbrush, the sable hair bristles incredibly soft. He moved to the head of the bed and lightly brushed her left palm, then the inside of her wrist. Slowly moving down her arm. Her flesh broke out in goose bumps as she moaned softly. The brush moved lower, teasing her neck, her lips, her chin, and her forehead. Then it moved slowly up her other arm. She squirmed slowly. The brush moved back down. It swirled slowly over the tops of her breasts and then around them, avoiding the nipples. Her areolas crinkled, her nipples begging to be touched. He ignored them and moved the brush lower. He traced slow sensuous circles around and over her belly, then swirling into her naval. He flipped the brush over in his hand and probed the blunt tip of the brush’s handle into her naval tweaking that incredible nerve he had toyed with earlier. The muscles on the insides of her thighs went rigid, she gasped, gulping air. He leaned down and kissed her again, deeply sucking her lower lip into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. She quivered and moaned.
He broke the kiss and moved the brush lower, skirting her swollen mound and pouting labia. He traced the brush down the inside of her thigh, over her knee and calf, then moved it back up to just below her gaping sex. “Please touch me there!” her mind screamed. The brush crossed over to her other thigh and moved downward. All the way down to her ankle, then excruciatingly slowly back up. Her hips bucked reflexively, tilting her sex toward the brush, but he moved it away. The brush swirled around her left breast, moving closer and closer to her pebble hard nipple and areola. He flicked the tip of her nipple with the maddening bristles. Her back arched seeking more. Her moved the brush to the other breast, slowly stroking and swirling closer and closer to the other nipple. Her body turned toward the brush, begging him to touch her nipple. The brush complied, stroking the tip, then the base, then and the areola. She groaned and bit her lip.
She felt his hand sliding slowly over her belly, and then parting her labia even further. His fingers drawing her hood back, exposing her swollen sensitive clit. “Oh God” she thought, “I’m not allowed to cum yet.” The brush swept over her clit, slowly and lightly at first. Her ass cheeks clenched, raising her sex to the brush. He moved it away, then returned, his dark intense eyes now on her sex, looking for the tell tale clitoral blushing the signals the onset of female orgasm. Just as he saw the familiar red flush he stopped. She cried out softly in frustration. “Please.” She gasps. “Not yet girl.” He replied with a soft knowing chuckle.
He got up. Brought her a cool drink. She sipped slaking her thirst. He kissed her again. The warmth and passion of his kisses makeing her insane. Her body writhed and squirmed with need. “We begin again he says.” his voice throaty and deep. The maddening brush starts at her palm. He paints her body slowly, enflaming every nerve. She breathes shallowly, gasping, her body screaming for release. She writhes and tries to press her body to the brush, each time he stops and waits for her to quiet.
Finally, she is broken. Her pleas tumble from her lips “Please, please, I beg you, let me cum.” He stood and studied her for a moment, apparently satisfied. He moved between her legs and knelt on the bed. The brush strokes over her outer labia, then the inner lips opening them wider still. Then it moves down between her cheeks and slowly teases at her tightly clenched anus. She groans with frustration, biting her lip. He dips the brush into her dripping sex, picking up her juices. The bristles stiffen. He thumbs back her hood and slowly swirls the brush against her throbbing clit. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh” she gasps. The brush moves rhythmically flicking her clit. Her mouth forms an “Oh”. Her belly hardens as her hips buck. She thrashes. He whispers softly “Cum for me.” Her body arcs rigid as she spasms. “Ohhhhhhhhhh Goddddd!” she screams as she orgasms. He is relentless. Moving the brush faster, swirling it against the underside of her clit, as he thrusts his long powerful fingers into her gaping sex. He curls them upward finding and seeking the swollen knot of her g-spot deep inside. His fingers press and roll it firmly, rhythmically in unison with the brush. “Again” he commands. Her body complies, no longer under her control. The deep shuddering contractions shoot through her uterus, her body straining, the leather of the cuffs creaking as she writhes.
He drops the brush and replaces it with practiced fingers. He grips her clit and hood firmly between his thumb and forefinger and rapidly jerks it up and down. His forearm ripples as his fingers stroke her g-spot powerfully. She is sweating profusely, her body writhing, hips moving of their own accord trying to suck his fingers deeper. “Another girl” he commands. Her body spasms “Arrrrrrghhhh Ohhhhhhh Goddddd Pleeeeease” she begs. She orgasms powerfully her entire body contracting. Unintelligible sounds spill from her lips. He gazes down enjoying her wanton desire. He withdraws his fingers and stops tormenting her clit. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her uterus contracts from the powerful orgasms.
He makes a fist. Then slowly presses it onto her belly just below her naval. His hard knuckles roll against her contracting uterus. He leans his weight onto his fist. Her uterus contracts even harder from the pressure, triggering an incredibly powerful uterine orgasm. Her body spasms as if electrified. Arcing upward leaving only her head and heels on the bed. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!” she screams. Her body quivers and shakes her thighs clearly rippling with effort. She is so exhausted from her efforts she can barely breathe, the comforter soaked from her perspiration, her body heated and wet as if she had just run a marathon. He smiles softly. “I think that will do for now girl.”
He stands and gently undoes her restraints, then lays down beside her and takes her in his arms kissing her softly. “Well done girl.” He whispers as he kisses her. “I’ll give you a few minutes to rest, then we’ll start round two………………….”
To be continued.
< Message edited by MindMastr -- 4/30/2005 10:23:43 AM >
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