Anatomy of Desire (closed)

[dr_mabeuse]

This is a closed thread exploring the emotions and dynamics of a D/s relationship. The Doctor and Skylar had been dating for a while and discovered a mutrual and complementary interest in D/s and erotic restraint, and this thread will attempt to chronicle their explorations and reactions to this type of relationship.


I had thought of laying it on heavy when she first came in: meeting her at the door barechested and in leather pants, a hood over my face and a handful of chains in my hand, but who was I kidding? Skylar would have laughed in my face. I don't play that mysterioso stuff very well. It's just not me. If this was ever going to work out, we both had to be honest from the start, so that was out.

I'd never gone into a relationship like this before. We'd gone out a few times and we liked each other. A lot of the same interests, same sense of humor, same rhythms. We found it embarrassingly easy to talk to each other. In fact, I was afraid that it might be one of those relationships which would degenerate into a friendship and nothing more. Luckily though we both had a strong attrraction for each other, and we were both interested in the dominance/submission side of things.

Maybe we talked when we should have been doing something else, but it developed so that we decided we would actually start our physcial relationship on a D/s footing. So it was that we'd set up this Friday night to start things off. Our first night of sex, our first night of D/s. Penned into my calendar. What a perfectly idiotic thing to try and do.

She was excited when she got to my place. Her eyes were bright and there was something electric in her manner. Not nervous so much as eager.

I, on the other hand, was not the Dom I would have liked to be. I was nervous as I took her coat and led her into the kitchen. The lkitchen seemed like a nice, neutral room for talking, and I thought we should get some things straight before we started anything. I poured us both some wine and told her to sit.

I'd been reading things on the net about starting a D/s relationship. I had even made a list of things to discuss. Safe words. How far to go. Types of restraints. Any medications she was on. Anything that was off limits... I mentioned a couple of these items from my checklist and she looked at me strangely. This was ridiculous.

“Okay, forget this stuff.” I said, pushing the list away. “I can’t handle this Q and A. It’s too clinical. That’s not what I want.”

She tilted her head to read the list upside down and made a face that said she didn’t think they were very important either.

It didn’t help me that she looked so good too. Her excitement brought color to her face, and this was the first time I’d ever seen her in a skirt. Or stockings. She looked perfect. And wwhere I was nervous, she seemed unusually calm and elated.

“Let me try it this way.” I said. “I just… I really like you, Sky. You know that by now, I hope. We get along, we understand each other, and there’s something else. You know…”

She watched me with an amused expression. She was even enjoying this, seeing me twist in the wind.

“Okay, well…” This wasn’t much easier than the list. The fact was, I’d never started a relationship like this, by conscious design. Never told a girl, “I’ll kiss you next Wednesday” and then carried through. That was not how I worked. I had to feel it. It had to come out of my desire,. not out of my mind. All that stuff I’d read about setting up contracts and agreements for a D/s relationship just seemed ridiculous to me now. It just didn’t feel right at all.

“Come here.” I said. “Come with me.”

I stood up and led her into the livingroom. All the lights were off and I had candles burning everywhere. The dark was soothing, and her nearness as we sat on the couch was arousing. I put my arm around her and she leaned against me.

“I want you Skylar. That’s all I really have to say. All this other stuff, the ropes and chains, let’s just take it as it comes, okay.
"The fact is, I've dreamed of having you. I've dreamed of tying you up, of holding you captive so I can take my time with you, take my time loving you. I want to make you do things. The idea of you doing what I want just excites the hell out of me. The idea of making you mine just drives you nuts. That's all I have to say."

 

[silken_kitten]

Doc and I have been openly speaking since the day we met. Well as far as I remember. It was instant, a shot of lightning in the bleak night. It's just unexplainable how easy it was to express all of those repressed emotions with him. I don't recall how the subject came up but D/s just wriggled its' way into our conversations. Then other subjects followed, I recanted my desires of bondage to him. How thrilling it would be to be held captive, restrained, possessed, and desired.

For a lot of our dates; well I don't know if you would call them dates even, we spoke. I was beginning to think he desired nothing more then a person to bounce ideas off of. All of this talk to me was verbal torture, leaving frustrated and wanton for his touch. To explore the dark recesses of bondage and heights it would bring. Though time after time I was dejected to my own fantasies that rose late at night. Finally a day was set specificly to explore the world of D/s with each other. I admit I was elated, if that could put the emotion into terms.

I went home that day feeling like I was walking on thin air. A natural high as if the endomorphins of my body hit overdrive and propelled me to dangerous peaks. I knew the wait would be more then I could handle. Hours passed like days until the day arrived and the minutes seemed hours.

I was maticulious in my planning that day. Having chosen and outfit well before I suppose it would look of neutral innocence. Not clothing one would want to rip from my body, well perhaps not. Only time would tell in that matter, as well as up to Doc. The water for the tub was running, I could hear the near audible pop and fizz of the bubbles as I stood watching the bath fill.

My mind wandered in those moments. Feeling the warm fabric of my robe and wondering how the replacement of of ropes would feel. What Doc would want me to do, how his voice would sound. Everything ran ramant in my mind. Then the faint impression of wondering if he was thinking some of the same things. Letting the robe slide from the slender slope of my shoulders and down feminine muscled arms. It fell like a white puffy cloud on the floor.

The water was warm against my already tempered flesh. I let the heat seep into my muscles relaxing from the mental height I had put myself in with thoughts. Then drawing the razor over my flesh. I wanted perfection in my looks for tonight and would settle for nothing less. I admit I didn't believe I was drop dead gorgeous. standing at 5'6" and approximately 135 lbs. Not overly thin, I was trim. Athletics through being the bearer of such physical condition. I admit I looked younger then my age but I take that to my longer hair that rested just at the cleft of where thigh met the firmness of my ass. A rich mocha hue streaked with trickles of honey blonde. My eyes like silver blue mirrors held a mysterious contrast to the norm of dark hair and brown eyes. But then again I didn't view myself as normal.

I remained in the tub after I had pulled the stopper letting the water escape the confines. Standing up beads of water rushed downward like sparkling crystals rolling off my tanned body in chase of the rest of the water down the drain. Pulling the large towel around my body I stepped from the tub. Fingers deftly secured the covering around my body just below my armpits. Stepping to the mirror I wiped off the steam from it's surface and began preparations. Combing out my long hair I thought of a style that spoke the same as the outfit.

Yes indeed preparation for him was a tedious task but I enjoyed it and hoped my efforts would show and please Doc as well. The hair style was a simple twist starting at each of my temples confining only half of my hair I secured it in the back with a line of silk cord of a blue hue. It matched the color of the blouse I would be wearing. Unwrapping the towel from my body, I smiled to myself upon inspection in the mirror. Seeing my reflection that flawless tan, indeed I didn't go to a tanning salon for such. Yes the lounge of laying in the sun half nude in my own yard did wonders to dispel the pasty white flesh I was born with. I applied a faint bit of makeup, a neutral color rogue on the delicate petals of my lips. Just a hint of blue upon my eye lids and slight color added to my cheeks.

Finally drawing up the clothing, I had picked out a simple lingerie of white. Sliding the white straps of the bra up my arms and fixing the straps to rest flat against my skin. The back clasped simply pulling the fullness of my breasts into the silken cups of the brazier. Drawing on the panties they followed the shapely curve of my legs. Then over the delicate flare of hips, I adjusted the cloth to set just right I knew it was a chance wearing thong panties with the skirt I chose but would he be looking that close. Sitting down onto the chair before the vanity I drew the stockings on over my legs. Encasing them both singly in the sheer nylon beige color. A glance to the clock confirmed the loss of time as I drew on the garder belt fastening the clips to the tops of the stockings. Then turning I pulled on the thin cotton skirt it rested a little higher then I had remembered but still covered the tops of my stockings. Zipping the back up I smiled at how it accented my hips deliciously. Pulling the top on that was made to show the faintest glimpse of mid-drift as well as ample view of cleavage. Throwing on a sweater and grabbing my car keys I ran out the door.

Pulling into his drive I heard every sound. Like my senses were heightened even without any of them being deprived. I didn't know if that was a good sign for the night or one that would make each touch torture to behold. Stepping out of the car I pocketed the keys and headed for the door. My stomach was a mixture of anxious flutters. Nervous, I wouldn't say I was, well maybe just a little bit. My finger pushed the doorbell hearing it ring throughout the house. I knew he would open the door soon. Stepping back slightly I pulled the sweater on closer to my body again giving off that tempting innocence that came from the outfit.

Giving a bright smile to him as he opened the door my eyes shone the radiance of it. Stepping forward to him in a friendly embrace. The aromatic scent of jasmine invaded lightly the air about us. My lips came a whispered touch to his cheek. Entwining my fingers with his own as we went to the kitchen. The light in here was brighter then that of the quick bypass through the livingroom. Silently I wondered what was planned in there having seen the dancing of flame for the barest instant.

Taking a seat at the kitchen table still that smile lingered on my lips now more amused as I watched him pick up a piece of paper. A faint cock of my eyebrow lifted as he seemed to have rehearsed what he was going to say. Was this that intimidating? I would hope not he was supposed to be the dominating one inwardly making that little joke to myself watching the paper fall to the table top I glanced to it. Listening to him struggle with words and smirking at was written on the paper. He had been doing a lot of research.

The faintest trickle of silvery laughter left my lips then hidden as he asked me to go with him.

"Of course, what ever will make you more comfortable"

I knew he was uneasy, perhaps the bright lights of the kitchen too much like those lights in a police's cross examining room. I followed him to the living room then my suspicions confirmed of candles only that is all that lit the room. It was a subtle natural light that was tempting in its' own way. The scent of the wax burning and heat of the tiny flames littered the area. Waiting as he sat and got comfortable first I gracefully lowered down beside him nestling against the offered side as his arm encompassed my body.

Digesting his words with great care as if they were a delicious treat to the pallet. That smile crept over my lips pulling the corners in almost a devious way. My chest lifted with the sudden breath and shiver that coursed from his voice.

"And I want you Doc. I have since the day we met almost. I want you to do with me as you please. Only you exist in my eyes for this adventure and new chapter in my life. It is you I want to share this with. Please... "

Swallowing then perhaps a faint tension entered my voice.

"...take me."

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Now that I was with her and close to her I felt better. The feelings I had for her were fueled by desire, and trying to deal with them rationally and logically was just absurd. What I wanted now was to add fuel to the fire, for that was the source of my strength. I knew my will would emerge as the heat of my feelings increased. It always worked that way for me. I didn’t want to talk any more.

We were sitting on the sofa in the living room in the glow of candles. Candles on the floor, on the shelves and tables, we were surrounded by flame. I looked into her extraordinary eyes, eyes that I can only describe as hot blue, and I took her face in my hands. Her skin was like silk, softer than silk. Her lips opened expectantly as she waited and I let her wait. Then I kissed her.

It was not the first time I’d kissed her, but no kiss had ever meant this much. It was a pledge and a bond. It was all the contract we needed. I drank the desire from her mouth, feeding on it even as she fed from me. Her lips were incredibly soft and yielding, and she let me have my way with her. I think my tenderness surprised her though. She touched my face with fingers that were soft and tentative, almost beseeching.

We fell against the back of the sofa, still locked in this gentle yet intense kiss, and I felt my passion rising, this force consuming me. She knew how I liked scent, and she knew how to wear it, just enough so that it never overpowered, but revealed itself only when I was intimate with her. I could smell it now, rich and secret and complex, rising from her body as her pulse quickened and her heat rose.

I was fortified, strengthened by that kiss, and whatever doubts and nervousness I’d had at the start vanished. She would be mine, and she would give herself to me in whatever way I desired, I knew it with an intoxicating certainty. That was settled with the first kiss and confirmed when I looked again into her eyes and saw her tacit agreement, her recognition of our arrangement.

She had warmed as quickly as I had, if not more, and her breasts were rising and falling with her breathing.
“Take off your sweater.” I told her, and without a word she sat up and pulled it up and over her head, threw it behind her and turned to face me. Still looking into her eyes I ran my hand down the side of her face, down her throat, and over the outside of her breast. There was nothing subservient or meek about her and she had no reservations about looking me straight in the eye as I touched her. She was proud of herself, and proud of what she was giving me, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

I kissed her again and this time we clashed, our tongues seeking each other out, hungry for more intimacy. My hand went to her breast, then to her knee, up the delicious smoothness of her thigh to her hip. I had to touch her to make sure she was real. She tangled her fingers in my hair and pulled me closer, to keep me a prisoner of her kiss.

“Stand up.” I said at last. She rose up from the couch and stood before me, her chin up, her arms at her sides. I wanted to look at her as she was now, in her clothes. I wanted to see her public self, the woman she was used to being, the woman she showed everyone else.

“Walk. Walk over to the door and back.”

She did as I said, her back straight, no self-consciousness.

She was, quite simply, beautiful. Self-possessed, naturally graceful, and in that short skirt and snug blouse, terribly feminine. The way her hips rolled naturally and easy as she walked, the thrust of her breasts, the line of her neck and the way she held her hands told me that she didn't mind being admired; that she was used to it. She was her own person, and whatever the relationship between us, she wasn't giving herself out of weakness or a sense of need.

She made my cock ache and my pulse beat faster. The mere sight of her was like gasoline on a fire. I wanted her. I wanted to just grab her and take her, pull her down and bury my prick in her, fuck her like an animal. Nature had designed her to have just that effect on me, and Nature was wonderfully successful.

Maybe that’s what this was about, I thought. About showing myself that I could master those urges. About showing her that I could master my feelings for her. Or maybe it was just about controlling myself so that when I let go it was that much more intense. But that was for thinking about later.

"You know how beautiful you are, don't you?" I asked her. I didn't expect an answer, but she was pleased nonetheless. And I meant it.

Do women have any idea of what they do to men? How the curve of a calf, the slight inward bow of their shin, the way they stand, how crazy it makes us? Sometimes I don't think they do. They think we look for nice hair, or bright eyes, or a smile. They don't know that the way a lock of hair curls around the back of their neck just makes us almost foam at the mouth. And Skylar was all those things, conscious and unconscious. Words could never tell her.

“Come here, Skylar.” I said. “Kneel between my legs.”

She looked at me for a moment, and I thought I might have detected a shadow of a smile. It might have been the candle light. She came over to me. I could hear the soft swish of her nylons sliding across each other as she walked.. She got down on her knees between my open legs.

“Kiss me.” I said. “Kiss me and show me what you want.”

She took my face in her hands, and slowly she leaned forward and kissed my lips. I could feel her warm breath on my cheek as her lips moved against mine. Her eyes were closed, her nostrils open, a look of rapt concentration on her face. All her attention was on her kiss, putting all her need there, trying to draw me into her excitement. She opened her mouth and her tongue darted into mine, found that it was welcome there, and came in to explore, to tease, and see what she could do to make it hers.

The room was warm from the candles and thick with the scent of her perfume and of the jasmine incense I was burning; dizzying, almost cloying. It was too sensual, too erotic. Her lips were wet and warm and her passion was obvious.

As she kissed me I began to unbutton her blouse, and the feel of my fingers working on her just made her kiss me more passionately. When my fingers touched the skin of her breasts she rose up on her knees and whimpered into my mouth.

“That’s enough.” I said and she stopped, turning her head away as if ashamed of her loss of control. I was achingly hard. My cock was pulsing with every beat of my heart, and I could feel the lubricant leaking into my shorts.

“Stand up and take off your clothes, darling.” I said. “It’s time to get started.”.

 

[silken_kitten]

His nearness enraptured me, sending waves of desire through the very core of my body. Our lips mingled lightly at first then with more urgency as if this were the first and last kiss we would share. Dancing light of the candles only enhanced the atmosphere of the situation. Oh I ached for more of his touch; wanton to feel his body plunging into my own. Though I didn't feel any nervousness at this point, I just felt complete trust as I melted to his kiss.

Shivering as a layer of clothing was shed off, exposing the underlaying shirt. The sides held together by straining buttons as my chest rose and fell with each breath drawn into hungered lungs. His touch though through layers of cloth I could feel stirred a wetness to my sex. I was shocked with how easily Doc turned me on today. Yes he had always drew a stir in my libido, but today was more then a stir and without as much effort as other times. I believe it was from the build up, or my desire for this to happen. Knowing what was to befall this evening and having taken such tedious care in preparing.

I was a bit confused for the reason of having me walk across the room. Though rising to my feet in the low heeled pumps. Nimble digits smoothed over the fabric of my skirt out of habit. Though I did not bother to fix the blouse it wasn't messed. The clothing moved against my body teasing the bared flesh of my upper thighs I had never noticed it before. Hiddenly my muscles shivered in delight from the tickling touch. I moved with that regal pride and agility that was innate with me.

Then the next order came after a simple yet delicious compliment. My lips crept up in the corners a seductive twist combined with a slight peek of my tongue. Stepping before him I allowed my body to nearly brush against his own in lowering down. Movement befell in one single draw to the ground as I seemed to melt against the carpeted floor. Nestled between his legs my chin lifted spilling dark waves of hair before my face slightly. Though my eyes met his own in anticipation of what he would say next. I don't know how I contained myself in the moments of waiting.

I admit that kiss was dizzying to me. I felt lost to everything else but the feel of his lips and letting him now the intensity of my passion. My need for him just burst into that single kiss. Fingers curled against his scalp letting nails tease for a moment then brush the soft shell of his ear in a stroking motion. With each breath I inhaled his scent, and wanted more. Pressing closer to him my breasts crushed against his thighs slightly until I felt him move. I faintly felt the ministrations of buttons coming loose.

Feeling the heated air of our bodies touch against the flush flesh of my chest made my nipples peek into the silken confines of the brazier. A soft audible moan trickled into the passion of the kiss. His fingers felt even colder then my own body but I knew his hands were always warm. Subtly my shoulders rolled back offering the softness of my body to his hands. Becoming completely lost in the moment and throwing myself full speed. Then his voice broke that freight train of passion I was sailing on. A slight blush rose to the delicate line of my cheek bones as my head turned slightly.

Strongly did his male scent lament into the air as the last order was given. My body seemed to quiver from the outside in and back out again. He just ordered me to take off my clothes. Now my mind began a torturous session of working in nearly two seconds flat I had a plan. My tongue rounded out past my lips as the corners hinted a devious smirk. Well a tease it would be.. to see how much of one he would let me be.

My hands fell to his thighs as finger tips pressed against the flesh and allowing my nails to rake against the cloth giving a sound of the fiber mixing with the hardness of tapered nails. My lips parted with a soft cattish purr as I cupped hands to his knee caps and pushing myself up slowly. Remaining bent at the waist as my top was unbuttoned gave a full glimpse of the tanned flesh of soft breasts encased in sheer white. My back straightened out then slowly as if stretching arms rose above my head crossing at the wrists slightly. Fingers spreading as if in reach of something, the candles sent the sihilouette of my body dancing over him.

As I lowered my hands downward to the zipper of the skirt, the top slid down off the slope of shoulders and bunched at my elbows. The sound of the zipper seemed magnified as it took the path downward loosening the waist. I shivered visibly allowing the skirt to slide then downward away from the trimness of my waist. Revealing the white of the garder belt. Then pulling my hands away the skirt whispered completely down my legs and puddled upon the floor. Quick to follow was the cotton blouse leaving my body clad in only the lingerie, stockings, and pumps I had chosen.

Stepping from the collection of clothing that separated my every day self from the hidden as it would seem. I lifted my heels from the pumps and stepped out losing perhaps two inches in my height. Lifting my left leg I placed my foot to his right side and coursed my fingers up the nylon to meet to garder clips. Undoing the clasps I let them dangle to the bare flesh of my upper thighs. Then rolling the nylon carefully down the slender tanned shape of my leg. My toe pointed in the removal fully from my body as I leaned forward toward him. Lips but a whisper from his brow before stepping back. The same procedure followed the right as I leaned in to shift balance I let my legs be parted over one of his own. The smoothness of my flesh felt in that instant before I turned away. The clasps to the garder swept out in the sudden turn.

My hands had drawn behind me to search out the eyehook of my bra. Deft motions released it's grasp and with the completion of the turn the straps of my bra had fallen about my forearms. Hands covering the silk cladden flesh of my full breasts. I felt a heat to my flesh as I slowly lowered my hands letting the scrap of clothing fall to the ground. Then my fingers delved within the waist band of my panties and garder belt. slowly tempting them down the softness of thighs I bent forward giving him a periferial view of my body though to one side of both of his legs. My breasts touched against his thighs as the remaining bits of cloth slithered off of my body to the floor.

Stepping out of them I turned to face Doc fully. Their was only the blush of passion to my body. Never embarrassed of my form I stood looking down upon him as he sat on the couch. Letting his eyes drink in my naked body. Nipples aroused were delicious nubs upon perky breasts. My stomach muscles were taut at that moment as I drew in a deep breath. Hands falling to the side of my body. Thighs parting then further allowing the tuft of hair to show that crowned the petals of my sex. Though otherwise shaven.

Then I again folded downward to knees feeling them fold beneath me. My heels touched the firmness of my ass. My hands fell to the touch of my silken thighs palms cupping upon my knees. A lift of my chin, and rise of dancing eyes to him, my voice fell in velvety shreds to the air.

"I am all yours"

 

[dr_mabeuse]

She knelt before me now naked and willing, waiting for me to claim her. It was an exquisite moment, and yet neither of us could know what this would lead to, not at this point. How far would she be willing to go, and how far would I be willing to take her? She was making a gift of herself to me, and I was taking on the obligation of loving her, cherishing her, and teaching her. Taking her beyond where she could go herself.

I had bought a special leather for her. A collar with rings and silver studs, cuffs and anklets to match. I went to the table and got the collar and had her stand facing away from me as I buckled it around her neck. I handed her a mirror and I stood behind her as she inspected herself. She had a lovely neck, and the collar brought out the sculptural qualities of her features. More than that, it made her look owned.

I watched her face as she inspected herself, touching the collar tentatively and turning her head from side to side. I don’t think she was prepared for the psychological effect of what she saw.
She knew herself naked, but now with this symbol of her submission about her throat, she was entering a new territory, and her eyes seemed a little more excited, her breathing a little faster as she looked at herself.

I took the mirror from her hand and set it on the table.

“Left wrist.” I said.

She raised her hand and watched raptly as I fastened the leather cuff to her slim wrist. It fastened with two buckles and was lined with fleece. It also had a series of small bells attached, that jangled softly when she dropped her arm.

“Right wrist.” And I fastened the other.

“Do you trust me?” I asked her, looking into her eyes.

“Yes.”

“Then turn around and put your hands behind your back.”

She did as I said, and the bells jingled as I clipped one cuff to another, binding her wrists together at the small of her back.

She made a soft sound as she felt her arms pinioned behind her. She felxed her wrists and shrugged her shoulders to test her bonds, esperiencing what it felt like to be without defenses. She started to turn towards me but I stopped her. I was behind her now, burning with excitemenet of my own, and I put my hands on the collar, ran them down her smooth shoulders and kissed the side of her neck, tasting her and then tasting the leather. I felt her arms break out in goose bumps.

It was only a beginning. Only the barest symbol of a beginning, but it affected me deeply. At last I had a visible sign of her submission to me. Almost as a wedding ring is a sign of one sort of commitment, the collar was a sign of another.

I held her to me as I kissed her neck and shoulders, making her groan as she let her head roll to the side to give me access to her neck. I held her shoulders and ran my lips over her, tasting what was now mine.

“I want to go slow.” I whispered into her ear. “I don’t want you to touch me at all.”

The room was hot from the flames of so many candles, and the air thick with incense. I pulled her back to me by her hips and ran my hands slowly up her body and her ribs, letting my finger tips just graze her naked breasts. I was dying to hold her, but I knew I had to hold back. My authority depended on my being able to master my need for her now. I stroked her up and down slowly, never making full contact with her breasts.

On my downstroke I explored the contours of her hips, going around to her front and sliding my hands down her thighs as far as I could reach without bending. Then up again, over the insides of her thighs, avoiding her sex. feeling the spread of her hips, her waist, past her breasts and around back until my thumbs were on her shoulder blades. I closed my eyes and memorized the feel of her body, teasing out any spot that made her jump or gasp as I passed over it.

Her breathing increased as I countinued sliding my hands up and down her soft skin. I knew she was dying for firmer contact, for my hands to take her. to touch her where she ached, but I wouldn't. Her hands twisted in the cuffs in her frustration, reaching for me.

“Please, let me touch you!” she gasped.

I told her no.

I’m not one of those doms who won’t allow his partner to talk. On special occasions I might, but not now, not on our fiirst night together. But I didn’t want her to touch me, not yet. I knew if I let her touch me that I would lose control of myself and lose control of the situation.

I reached around and took her breasts and pulled her back against me. Her scent filled my head. She couldn’t touch me, but she felt my hardness through my pants, jabbing her insistently in the ass. She knew she was arousing me terribly, not only from the feel of my cock, but from the passion of my kisses on her nexk and shoulders as I allowed myself to feast on her delicate skin, following her jawline, kissing her ear, the gentle slope between neck and shoulder, the backs of her arms. All of her was a delight, and every kiss elicited a different reponse.

She stood with her arms bound behind her, whimpering softly as I massaged her breasts, feeling their warm weight in my hands, stroking her with my thumbs and circling my fingertips lightly around her nipples. I slid one hand down over her stomach to her hip, around the front of her body and over her mound, then down to her sex.. She gasped and jerked back against me.

I slid my fingers over her pussy, not even touching her, just feeling her heat and moistness. I knew she ached for contact now, for firm pressure against her cunt, but she was not to have it yet. I touched the inside of her thigh and traced small circles on her soft skin, brought my finger up and laid it alongside her crease on the sweet margin of skin between thigh and pussy, and stroked her there as she leaned back against me and turned her face to me, silently asking for a kiss.

“Please!” she whispered. “Touch me. Touch me!”

“Shhh,” I whispered to her. “Relax, relax. Relax against me, Sky. You’re not ready to be touched yet.”

“Oh God! I am! I am!”

“Shhh.” I said again.

It didn't nake things easier to know that she was now so aroused that I could probably do anything I wanted to her. Her pussy, her mouth, her ass, they were all mine for the taking. Anything to end her torment.

By leaning her to the side I could reach her mouth and I let her kiss me. She tried to get from my mouth what she needed so badly for her pussy, and the kiss was hot, intense, and shameless.

When we broke apart, she fell out of character for a moment. She forced a little laugh and said, "This is terrible. Doc I'm really hurting. I really need you!"

"I know." I said.

I led her over to the doorway between the living room and dining room. This is an old house, and used to have pocket doors between these rooms. I had slid these out a few feet, secured sturdy ring bolts to them, and hung chain from the bolts. I unclipped her wrists and attached them to the chainm so that that she stood cruciform in the doorway, her arms spread to the sides.

I inspected her from the back, admiring the way the candle flames brought out the smooth musculature of her back. Then I came around in front where she could see me.

I pulled my sweater up over my head, so she could see what she was going to get. I'm not ashamed of my body either. I dropped my pants and let her use her imagination for a while, then took off my shorts to let him stand out in all his furious glory, as hard as a steel bar.

I approached her, took a gentle handful of her hair and pulled her head slowly back. Then I proceeded to slowly lick every inch of her body, from top to bottom, the bells on her cuffs making a frantic counterpoint to her desperate moans.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

She had no choice but to stand there with her wrists clipped to the chain as I walked around her, looking at her. Her need had removed that air of smug complacency and the look of tense expectation—almost fear—wasn’t faked. I hadn’t been teasing her for all that long but the wicked thrill of putting herself in my power, of being forced to disrobe, and of being fondled as she stood helpless before me unable to respond had brought her to a fever pitch of need. I’d been scrupulous about avoiding her pussy as I touched her, and I knew she ached to be touched there, to be touched anywhere. The harder and rougher the better now. A simple caress wouldn’t do.

This probably wasn’t what she’d expected when first she’d agreed to be my sub. She hadn’t anticipated being teased and denied like this. She was made for pleasure, to beautiful and too sensuous to go unfulfilled for so long, and the strain and need showed in the way she stood, pressing her thighs together in search of relief, watching me without actually looking at me.

She was trying to be still in the chains, hoping that would draw me to her. In the candle light she looked wild and feral, haunted, as she waited for my next move. I kicked my clothes out of the way and stood naked while I regarded her. He couldn’t help but notice my cock. I’m not superman, but an erection like I had is pretty damned hard to miss. She knew why I was hard and she knew what I was going to do about it, but she didn’t know when, and that was the fun, the challenge.

I loved having her like this. I loved making her ache for relief as much as I ached for her. I wanted her to ache even more. They say women aren’t as visual as men, that they don’t respond to sights as much as they do to tactile and emotional cues. SO I would say that being stripped, having a collar strapped around your neck, leather cuffs buckled around your wrists, and then bound to a chain would give a pretty clear tactile and emotional picture of being possessed by someone else.

“Doc, please.” she said. “This isn’t funny anymore. I really need you, baby. Please.”

When you’re on fire like Skylar was, when you ache so badly to be touched, it eventually becomes physically painful. This was our first time together and I didn’t know her capabilities yet. I knew that she wasn’t used to being physically denied, you could tell just by looking at her that she was used to getting all the love and attention she could want, whenever she wanted. I didn’t want to hurt her. This was still about control, not about pain, and I was denying her only so that my touch, when it finally came, would be that much more welcome.

I came up behind her, caressing her naked body, running my hands over her breasts, down her belly almost to her pussy, then back up. I shoved my stiff cock against her ass as I pulled her hot body back against me. Reaching around her I pulled her head back so I could slake my thirst on her throat, kissing and licking her salty flesh. She was panting now, and her hips were constantly heaving, humping the air, looking for the touch she so desperately needed. The bells on her cuffs jangled softly as she moved in the chains.

Her lips were moving and she was whispering something, but I couldn’t hear what as I massaged her breasts and ground my cock against her. As I trailed my hands down her smooth skin I could finally make it out: “Please, please, please, please…”

The poor girl. Perhaps she’d had enough for one night.

One hand was on her breast holding her against me, the other was in the inside of her thigh, teasing her again. I slowly slid it up till I could go no further, then across, and touched her pussy for the first time that night.

“Oh, God!” She screamed, thrusting her hips forward as if my one finger was the beginning and ending of all existence. I pressed my hand up against her, taking her weight on that one finger, feeling her swollen and wet flesh squeeze against me and bringing her some relief at last. She dropped her head back and moaned, closing her eyes. I could feel her thighs quake and shiver around my finger, and I thought for a moment she might climax like that, but it was just the release of all that built up tension and frustration.

I pulled her face back again and kissed her deep and hard as she rolled her hips against my hand, whimpering in her throat.

I had to act fast now, before she either came or lost that white hot need. I had everything I needed right there, and I picked up a sling seat and hooked it to the chain. This was nothing more than a strap of thick leather, about 4 inches wide, that would slip under her ass so that I could fuck her in the chains. I clipped the ends of this to the same chain that held her wrists, just eyeballing it to set it at the right height, just a little higher than where he bottom was now.

I went around in front of her and picked her up under her arms and placed her ass on the seat. Actually, adjusted it so that it was the very tops of her thighs that were supported. The weight of her body on the seat pulled the overhead chain taut, raising her wrists higher above her head, but she hardly noticed in her excitement.

I leaned over her and whispered in her ear. “I’m going to fuck you now, Skylar. Are you ready for me?”

“Oh yes!” she gasped. “Do it!”

“Tell me again.” I said.

“Do it! Fuck me!”

“No.” I said, “Say it nice. Say ‘please’.”

“Please! Master, fuck me, please!”

Well, that ‘Master’ was a plus. Where had she learned that?

No matter. Shed was at just the right height. I pushed her back a bit, using the chains on the sling seat, and I finally placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy. She cocked her hips forward greedily to try and suck me in, but I pushed her just out of reach, watching the frustration on her face.

“Watch me, Skylar.” I said to her. “Watch my cock as it goes into you. Watch!”

She raised her head and looked down at where my prick rested at the mouth of her cunt, basking in her warmth and wetness. Very slowly I allowed her to swing back against me as my cock pushed into her pussy. She whined, her eyes wide and staring as my prick parted her lips and folded her inward. My eyes were glued on her face, and I saw her eyes come up from my cock, sweep over my face, and keep on going up into her head as she swooned in the chains with a strangled, animal-like scream of ecstasy.

“Oh fuck!” she spat furiously before I was even all the way in. “Oh fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

It was hard, but I doubt it was as fast as she’d wanted. I could tell by the way she was jerking her thighs around me to increase my motion. But I liked it slow, slow and delicious, pulling her clinging tight pussy out on the outstroke, and shoving it back in on the instroke, watching her little clit being shoved this way and that.

I controlled her by the chains, by pushing and pulling her, by occasionally twisting her from side to side as my cock pummeled and possessed her. I moved forward against her so she was pressing hard on my cock, and by bucking my hips I could send her back and let her swing forward, slamming into me on the return, making her big tits jiggle on her chest and forcing an excited grunt from her throat every time we collided. The bells on her wrists jangled and rang, our bodies slapped together, my cock made thick, viscous sounds in her pussy and the candle light danced over our sweating bodies as I fucked her like that, swinging her back and forth in the chains, fucking her hard and deep.

She tried to wrap her legs around me to hold me inside, but she wasn't strong enough, and she had to settle for grinding her ass in excited circles as she swung back and forth on my cock.

I knew she was going to come when she flexed tight in the chains and twisted, her body went perfectly rigid and quivered like a bow string and she hungh there for a long moment, stuck on the edge of her climax.

She cried out, arched against me and screamed loud and shamelessly as she came, her pussy clenching on to me in hot spasms of pleasure. I kept on ramming into her and soon after I felt it. I lay my weight on her and and pushed hard, pulled her tight and shuddered as I poured my hot thick load deep inside her and she squealed in excitement
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As soon as I caught my breath I took her down from the chains and helped her to the sofa where we both collapsed. The poor girl had had it worse then me though, and kept erupting in spasmodic aftershocks from her orgasm, almost starting off the couch. Even ten minutes later she was too weak to walk to the bedroom. Her legs were shaking too much.

All I had was a moderate case of lovers’ nuts from the long denial, but my release had been so total that it almost felt good. There was just room on the couch for both of us so I held her close and kissed her as she recovered.

“Now tell me about it.” I said. “Was it what you expected? I want to know.”

 

[silken_kitten]

As the leather encircled my flesh, it was like I entered a whole new realm. One that I was more then willing to tred within. My reflection had brought the stunning reality of my situation right to the surface. Unmistakably visiable that I was owned, and what more that I desired such with how I tipped my chin in imbued pride. The impact of my mirrored image ran very deep. It was something I would remember forever.

I knew from the moment his touch embraced my molten hot flesh, that I was helpless. Restrained or not, though I don't think I could have held back touching him at that moment if I weren't restrained. The sound of the bells illiciting laughter with my every movment as if a constant reminder that echoed in my ears of what happened this day. I knew I would long for their sound again, and again.

My naked body danced back and forth in the doorway, forward and back by his touch wanting only a fuller caress to my wanton flesh. An animalistic hunger drove my body now. Moans errupted in the hallow of my throat, rich carnal sounds. Denied the full contact of his touch in the place I desired most.

**work in progress... had to leave sorry i'll finish it later tonight**