I'm not sure if I should just post it here or not..but suggestions would be nice >.<
Also don't be too critical..hehe...*blinks*..I have a fragile ego.
So far the only thing I can think of adding is a description of me, and just general story boringness. All help is welcome.
Stress Relief
This is almost a true story. And yes all teh characters are legal, although barely in my case. And yes I'm talking about me >.<
My name Angel. It's not my birth name but that is what my Miss calls me, therefore it is the only name I answer to. The way in which she speaks it is a constant chime in my head, reminding me why I love her and why I am here kneeling in a corner of her study. I love her, totally and completely, foolishly. That is why even if my hands are tied so tightly that my wrists are chaffed, I sit quietly. My nipples are clamped with old wooden clothes-pins. They are old, rotten from the rain, loose from much use however even this slight grip is enough to send pleasure shooting through my body homing in on my wet hole but not before electrifying my clit. I'm breathing raggedly, watching her…but only sometimes. It only heightens my arousal to watch her working as I sit here aching, horny and tired. She is ignoring me completely, but it's not punishment or cruelty she has a lot to do... she's a very busy woman. Her dedication is what has me living in such opulent surroundings; her study where we are now as she calls it is as big as some people's houses.
My eyes home in on her hands as they give the attention my flushed body craves to the keyboard. Her claws lightly tap the keys... yes, I said claws...for what else can one call such long well kept fingernails. They shimmer in the light reflecting the ice blue of the polish. Her hair is short and it tickles the mid way point of her neck, she moves it back often in a vain effort. This is one of her unconscious habits; nervously nibbling her lip and sticking her tongue out as she ponders a problem or another. I close my eyes but not fast, enough to stop the familiar swell of her breasts against her silk blouse and her bare thighs from being emblazoned into my tortured mind. My Miss never wears underwear or pants in the house.
With my eyes closed, I can smell my self. It's intoxicating, embarrassing, and inexplicably exciting. Then her voice cuts through this.
"Come Angel."
I look up and I am greeted with a familiar sight. She has swiveled in her chair and scooted forward now hanging off the edge, her legs open wide pussy staring out at me. Her nipples are hard beneath her shirt. I stare into her eyes dazed for a minute startled by the frustration I see there. I start to shuffle forward on my knees knowing that I was to be her stress relief. I myself would get no favors. I was going to bring her peace.
It was hard to move with out toppling over; a sheen of sweat broke out over my skin with my exertion. My heart fluttered with the effort. She kept her eyes on me, raking over my body. A body that belonged to her. I could see it in her eyes... possession and a love. A love that was fierce and demanding.
I finally reached her but I was not thanked...she dragged my face down to her pussy roughly. I begin to lick and eat her automatically. I spent much of my time with her in this position. Her claws rake the back of neck and her moans start bubbling from deep within followed by growls so guttural in nature I could feel them touch me along my spine and trickle down to spank my pussy as if she herself had done it.
The taste of her was sharp and strong... she bucked against my lips and tongue mashing my nose and making it hard to breathe. I whimpered frightened by the ferocity of her need. She paid me no attention she continued to hump my face, her juices spurting regularly.
I swallowed, gulped and ingested her cream without meaning to. I was past that point of thought or action. I fluttered my tongue and pressed my lips against her nether ones. I realized the only way to 'free' my self from this was to make her cum.
This however was not easy, she was not letting me anywhere near her clit, I would have to stimulate her by dealing with her snatch and her lips.
This frustrated me but not for long, I nibbled her other lips, flicking my tongue along her pink hole before pressing my tongue inside and literally munching on her with my teeth, gently yes but insistently. My tongue was tiring and only her undulations stopped her from suffocating me.
Along with this duty, however I could feel my own pussy swell and tremble. Even as my mind raced along, its only thought to bring her to satisfaction as soon as I could... my own pussy was humming and vibrating. One thought raced through my mind. Would I actually cum from this treatment?
I intensified my tongues work even though it complained. I nibbled and then suckled her.
I could only hear my grunts and moans. Her own words and squeals seemed so far away.
I faintly heard her voice crooning above me.
"Good girl... good girl... yes... there... So-o close..."
The last half squeal gave me hope. Her endearments before sent pleasure rocking through me, tightening the nest of pleasure inside my crotch.
I gathered my last bit of mental resolve and ate her with a feverishness that surprised even me. My Mistress responded. Her voice went up an octave and her claws found my clamped nipple. She took it off and replaced it with her fingers twisting the sensitive nub viciously. I squealed. I continued my work however despite the fact that her hand against my neck with cruel and unrelenting I was getting less air than before and my world was darkening slightly.
"That's it you bitch! Lick me... lick me angel... lick me!"
My pussy was thundering, I knew I was going to cum and I could not explain it.
"That's it... good girl... good... girl... oH OH OH!!!" She creamed and I managed to pull away slightly and gasp for breath. I expelled my own grunts and groans as my mini orgasm shook me with a surprising force. Perhaps it was due to the numbness of my mind or the soreness of my tongue. I simply let her flood cover my face and seep into my mouth. My own juices flowed down my thighs.
She was panting... body glowing with sweat and bliss. She was totally relaxed in her chair as I looked up at her from my partial collapse against her thighs. Her hand however still held my neck firmly.
Her body was still trembling as she slowly came down from that peak and instantly regained her composure.
"Good girl, Angel well done."
I flushed. I love compliments. I had a hope that we would retire to bed that I would get a real pounding. However, she nudged me up.
"Back to your corner." Her voice brooked no argument and offered no explanation. She was cold in the face of my obvious disappointment.
I flinched and did as I was told. Perhaps that would have to wait until later and perhaps even until tomorrow. However even as I sit here in my corner, neck sore, tongue feeling bloated and used, pussy tightens and spasms as I watch her, secretly hoping she needs me again soon.
Also don't be too critical..hehe...*blinks*..I have a fragile ego.
So far the only thing I can think of adding is a description of me, and just general story boringness. All help is welcome.
Stress Relief
This is almost a true story. And yes all teh characters are legal, although barely in my case. And yes I'm talking about me >.<
My name Angel. It's not my birth name but that is what my Miss calls me, therefore it is the only name I answer to. The way in which she speaks it is a constant chime in my head, reminding me why I love her and why I am here kneeling in a corner of her study. I love her, totally and completely, foolishly. That is why even if my hands are tied so tightly that my wrists are chaffed, I sit quietly. My nipples are clamped with old wooden clothes-pins. They are old, rotten from the rain, loose from much use however even this slight grip is enough to send pleasure shooting through my body homing in on my wet hole but not before electrifying my clit. I'm breathing raggedly, watching her…but only sometimes. It only heightens my arousal to watch her working as I sit here aching, horny and tired. She is ignoring me completely, but it's not punishment or cruelty she has a lot to do... she's a very busy woman. Her dedication is what has me living in such opulent surroundings; her study where we are now as she calls it is as big as some people's houses.
My eyes home in on her hands as they give the attention my flushed body craves to the keyboard. Her claws lightly tap the keys... yes, I said claws...for what else can one call such long well kept fingernails. They shimmer in the light reflecting the ice blue of the polish. Her hair is short and it tickles the mid way point of her neck, she moves it back often in a vain effort. This is one of her unconscious habits; nervously nibbling her lip and sticking her tongue out as she ponders a problem or another. I close my eyes but not fast, enough to stop the familiar swell of her breasts against her silk blouse and her bare thighs from being emblazoned into my tortured mind. My Miss never wears underwear or pants in the house.
With my eyes closed, I can smell my self. It's intoxicating, embarrassing, and inexplicably exciting. Then her voice cuts through this.
"Come Angel."
I look up and I am greeted with a familiar sight. She has swiveled in her chair and scooted forward now hanging off the edge, her legs open wide pussy staring out at me. Her nipples are hard beneath her shirt. I stare into her eyes dazed for a minute startled by the frustration I see there. I start to shuffle forward on my knees knowing that I was to be her stress relief. I myself would get no favors. I was going to bring her peace.
It was hard to move with out toppling over; a sheen of sweat broke out over my skin with my exertion. My heart fluttered with the effort. She kept her eyes on me, raking over my body. A body that belonged to her. I could see it in her eyes... possession and a love. A love that was fierce and demanding.
I finally reached her but I was not thanked...she dragged my face down to her pussy roughly. I begin to lick and eat her automatically. I spent much of my time with her in this position. Her claws rake the back of neck and her moans start bubbling from deep within followed by growls so guttural in nature I could feel them touch me along my spine and trickle down to spank my pussy as if she herself had done it.
The taste of her was sharp and strong... she bucked against my lips and tongue mashing my nose and making it hard to breathe. I whimpered frightened by the ferocity of her need. She paid me no attention she continued to hump my face, her juices spurting regularly.
I swallowed, gulped and ingested her cream without meaning to. I was past that point of thought or action. I fluttered my tongue and pressed my lips against her nether ones. I realized the only way to 'free' my self from this was to make her cum.
This however was not easy, she was not letting me anywhere near her clit, I would have to stimulate her by dealing with her snatch and her lips.
This frustrated me but not for long, I nibbled her other lips, flicking my tongue along her pink hole before pressing my tongue inside and literally munching on her with my teeth, gently yes but insistently. My tongue was tiring and only her undulations stopped her from suffocating me.
Along with this duty, however I could feel my own pussy swell and tremble. Even as my mind raced along, its only thought to bring her to satisfaction as soon as I could... my own pussy was humming and vibrating. One thought raced through my mind. Would I actually cum from this treatment?
I intensified my tongues work even though it complained. I nibbled and then suckled her.
I could only hear my grunts and moans. Her own words and squeals seemed so far away.
I faintly heard her voice crooning above me.
"Good girl... good girl... yes... there... So-o close..."
The last half squeal gave me hope. Her endearments before sent pleasure rocking through me, tightening the nest of pleasure inside my crotch.
I gathered my last bit of mental resolve and ate her with a feverishness that surprised even me. My Mistress responded. Her voice went up an octave and her claws found my clamped nipple. She took it off and replaced it with her fingers twisting the sensitive nub viciously. I squealed. I continued my work however despite the fact that her hand against my neck with cruel and unrelenting I was getting less air than before and my world was darkening slightly.
"That's it you bitch! Lick me... lick me angel... lick me!"
My pussy was thundering, I knew I was going to cum and I could not explain it.
"That's it... good girl... good... girl... oH OH OH!!!" She creamed and I managed to pull away slightly and gasp for breath. I expelled my own grunts and groans as my mini orgasm shook me with a surprising force. Perhaps it was due to the numbness of my mind or the soreness of my tongue. I simply let her flood cover my face and seep into my mouth. My own juices flowed down my thighs.
She was panting... body glowing with sweat and bliss. She was totally relaxed in her chair as I looked up at her from my partial collapse against her thighs. Her hand however still held my neck firmly.
Her body was still trembling as she slowly came down from that peak and instantly regained her composure.
"Good girl, Angel well done."
I flushed. I love compliments. I had a hope that we would retire to bed that I would get a real pounding. However, she nudged me up.
"Back to your corner." Her voice brooked no argument and offered no explanation. She was cold in the face of my obvious disappointment.
I flinched and did as I was told. Perhaps that would have to wait until later and perhaps even until tomorrow. However even as I sit here in my corner, neck sore, tongue feeling bloated and used, pussy tightens and spasms as I watch her, secretly hoping she needs me again soon.
