Ausus_girl13
Rarely Behaved
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What follows is an exchange of PM's between myself, and Risen. I have been ordered to post them as such, and sincerely hope that our reader enjoys them almost as much as He and I have enjoyed writing them. Enjoy them, but please don't post.
Ausus-
Weary Blues...
How I'm feeling till you get back...
A
PS- I've been ever so patient...
Risen-
Hello Ausus,
You have been patient, and I am grateful. I apologize for the extended leave. Life threw me a curve ball and I have had to care for my aging grandmother who is out of state. I've waffled back and forth between a deep need for escapism, and simply keeping my nose to the grindstone.
I chose the grindstone because I do not come here out of need and did not want to cross into that territory.
So, out of the pure pleasure of it, I have returned. If you are still interested in writing with me, I look forward to continuing our story. If you choose to end it I will force myself to understand.
I hope all us well with you, and I admit I have missed your ethereal presence and the far away images that you conjure in my mind.
Let me know lover, how you wish to proceed, or not.
R
Ausus-
My dearest R,
Your reply was all wrong. It should have been, what do you think of my post? Not.. shall we continue? Confidence, dear man. It's how you intrigued me in the first place.
So I await your next post with baited, and indeed very wishful breath.
A
Risen-
And here I had forgotten what a delicacy your insolence could be.
Hold that wishful breath lover, and do not breathe until you have reread my reply and recognized confidence within it. An ounce of perception will reveal another perspective if you are half of the amazing dark angel I thought about while I was away.
You should already be dripping with that perception girl, twirling slippery fingers about in the shadow of it.
Every girl I have ever dragged to her knees by the hair or bound prone under my weight has first nodded her consent. That is who I am.
The sweetest scents must first be drawn in on the breath, whether it be inspired by the cold, sudden touch of a hand or the warm comfort of habit. But that breath may then be stolen away by the blunt force of one well placed word.
Right now, truth be told, after my life of the last month, if I had my way I would have you, or at least my image if you driven hard and sweating into the bed before me, spread wide open with knees dug deep into the mattress. You would claw at the sheets with each thrust until I gained the release I need and filled you moaning with every ounce of the passion for life that has been pent up inside me.
My fingerprints would be imprinted on your ass and hips from me holding you helpless in place so that you remained poised perfectly to receive me. The image of my fingers grip would likely take weeks to fade.
There is nothing like watching deaths approach that makes me more crave the beauty of life. I have never been more fractured or hungry than I am now.
Confidence? That should be the least of your concerns. You would do best to focus on preparing yourself to receive me, even if it is only in this weak two dimensional fantasy world.
I crave the warm heat of flesh, denied me by my chosen fate. What I will settle for is the woven word on a glaring white canvas. For now, you are what draws me to that canvas. Don't squander it.
Now shut up and fuck me... Oh wait, I must have started dreaming again.
In truth,
R
Ausus
Dearest Sir,
In truth this is what I have always craved from you. A gentle yet persistent hand buried deep in my hair, guiding, teaching, making me wait, panting with my own need.
So I push. And push again. And then you deliver in a gloriously delivered manner. Truth be told, I couldn't wait for your return. Everyday, dragging past, amusing myself ___, abjectly hoping for your return, yet terrified that you wouldn't come back, as so many newbies before you, lit's stranglehold on your imagination incomplete.
But here you are. Cunning, ruthless, willing to take me out with a single phrase, hoping almost that it will be enough. That I am as enamored of the words as you are, even if they don't extend past the screen, and our ideas of each other are strictly in our head.
To which I reply.
Shall we dance Sir?
Kneeling for you and no other,
Aus
Risen
You, Ausus, are limitless in your seduction.
Stay there on your knees until I draw you into my arms and we enter the dance once again. By the time we are truly entwined in the music, there are few who will remain on the floor, for most will have fallen to the sidelines to enjoy your graceful beauty displayed on the wings of my leading hand.
I get bored easily Ausus, but no hint of that trait has affected my desire to be here. I am conceited enough that I never expected to find a writer that would match my stride and hold true to the rhythm.
I will begin crafting a reply to our thread. For the short term my turn around times will be limited because I have a heavy schedule on my plate, but I can assure consistency at the least.
Now I'm off to stalk you (and the rest of Lit) a bit and see what you've been up to.
Tell me, what is your favorite form of dress when you are in a seductive and submissive mood? Naked is too obvious. I will enjoy your answer, I'm sure.
On your knees for me is where I have always envisioned you.
Risen
Ausus
I'm limitless in my seduction? You do yourself a disservice. I read, and re-read each note with the fervent wish that each letter caress me, hold me, make me crave. And there indeed... you do.
As for what, I would wear as I kneel, eyes sliding over your frame though I don't raise my lowered head. Well, I would be a poor submissive yes, a poor submissive who did not take into account what her dominant wished of her. The question then, is not, what would Aus wear, but what Risen would demand of her.
What would make the fire of lust burn in your veins? To look at me and instantly crave, to want, to need, what would entice those hands to slide over my skin, to rip the offending piece of material from my body, just so that you could feast your eyes, hands, lips, teasing tongue over my trembling flesh?
In case you don't think I am taking the easy way out, heels, to lengthen my already long legs. Corset, to accent my curves, and ruffled panties- because I can.
Your question answered, your wish delivered,
Aus
Risen
Ausus,
It is good to see you falling into your submissive role and beginning to put my desires before your own.
It is true for everyone that dominance and submission are as much about the mind as the body, but for me it is maybe a hint more about the mind than it is for others. It will please me to know your mind, in as much as you are capable of sharing it. If I wish to know more about you, I will ask. I will know by your answer if I am in territory where you are capable or willing to share your thoughts and truths with me. It won't help you to second guess my questions.
So now I have an image growing and moving toward my satisfaction. I see a long legged seductress in heels, who would adorn herself in stilettos because she is just now learning that I particularly enjoy them. Your corset will be tight and will push your breasts up and out in classic style. When it is removed, it will leave subtle imprints on your skin, outlining the design of it's edges and contours. I would assume that it is so tight because you will have wanted the marks on your body to show me that you were paying attention.
Your ruffly panties will entice me. I will want them gone soon because while they are dainty and beautifully feminine, they will hide from me another favorite thing, the fine line between your ass cheeks. But you are only learning now that I enjoy that, and it would not be long before you felt my grip on them, taking them away and exposing your sweetest treasures. Are those treasures bare?
I would like to know more. If I recall correctly your hair is red, similar to Vyv's. Is this accurate? And how long is it? Does it flow down over your shoulders to rest over the exposed cleavage which calls to my tongue, or does it even make it down to your shoulders? Does it play over those ruffles on your panties, and if so does it curl there or is it long and straight like a fast flowing stream?
And these garments are hiding flesh from me. Is it tanned flesh, maybe complimenting soft, red silk colorings? Or is your skin soft, pale and white, contrasting sharply with wickedly thin black fabric? You see, pale white skin will show my attentions quickly, the print of my hand on your ass standing out quick and pink, but a tanned ass might need a bit more attention to redden and be marked by my arts.
And when my tongue does find your cleavage, what would it find there lover? Are you small breasted with nipples that beg to be toyed with? Or are you overflowing and large with pink little pearls begging to feel my pinch?
Answer me girl, and do not neglect to tell me the color of your eyes. What will I see looking up at me when I call your gaze upward?
Risen
Ausus
It seems that my presence has been requested, I shall not keep Him waiting, a small smile waiting upon my red lips, I remember not to bite my lip so that I don't mar the perfection of the lipstick. My favorite red, chosen specifically for my soft pale white complexion, to highlight the soft rose of my cheeks. Sometimes I hate my pale skin, so easy it is to burn under the sun, but the hazy ___ sky suits me, and here I fit.
I catch my reflection in the mirror and am suddenly slightly afraid He won't enjoy my body. All curves, I am as I've always been, round, plush, soft, tall and strong.
I shake my unruly red curls, they've only just began to rest on my shoulders, but they will grow longer. I am reticent about growing it longer, so thick is my hair; it's heaviness in hand and on my head. But it's so gorgeous, that I've been convinced otherwise.
My eyes slide over my cleavage, quite possibly the favorite part of me. Magnificent in scope and size, I love my breasts, a direct giveaway when I am excited the pink nubs tighten and are so very sensitive.
The corset is as tight as He's instructed, my breath short and staccato, and it accentuates my curves further, I turn and fix the ruffly panties, that exemplify my playfulness, the curve of my ass is amazing, and I've always been a fan of how I look in the right pair of jeans or a pencil skirt. I catch the mark of ink, and smile at how the tattoo between my shoulder blades rises above the corset. The panties are so cute that I giggle softly. I take a step towards the mirror to check my makeup, and gasp softly at the bare feeling between my legs, it's always a surprise to me to slide a finger over the slick soft bare skin of my sex. I wonder if He will enjoy it.
The stilettos are high, and I am on tiptoe, which I can manage, I like the look of my legs in heels, showing the strength of my legs which are my main form of transportation. They carry me from the mirror to the lightly lit room where He waits. I sink easily to my knees, legs spread, back straight, hands resting on my thighs as I await His appraisal. I tremble at the hand under my chin, but He easily catches my hazel eyes, and I blush.
A
Risen
Few things in life are more provocative or appreciable than the submission of a beautiful and intelligent woman. Even fewer things inspire me to the degree that the image now in my mind does.
You could not have described yourself more eloquently, lover.
Waiting patiently, having called for your presence I watch your approach. My eyes are drawn to your long legs and your stride. My habit of appraising the feminine form, "people watching," as I half jokingly call it is a much stronger instinct when fueled by the knowledge that you approach with pleasure and obedience on your mind. In you I see a feast of the senses.
I watch your breasts heave from within their confines, threatening to overflow their tight constriction and it makes me smile. You are listening and that is important.
I stand, towering over you in your kneeling pose, my full __casting a shadow over you in dim candle light. I am wide shouldered and strong, though the past years of desk job have widened me a bit more. I reach down to caress your soft cheek and place a finger under your chin, lifting your face. I whisper in a soft, very deep and penetrating voice, "Look at me lover."
You raise your hazel eyes to meet my own hazel eyes. In the dim light the value of that is slightly lost, but not the smile that crosses my countenance. It is quite visible past the goatee, neat and trimmed that frames my lips, a wide streak of white is painted down the center like the stain of an errant brush.
I step around you, the soft sound of my footfalls tell you that I am behind you. You can barely hear the brushing of my loose and comfortable pants, allowing me the freedom to move. I am quiet on my feet, belying my size.
You feel warm breath on your neck as what I now imagine as thick, red, beautiful curls are pulled back and again you hear my deep voice next to your ear. "Stand." I say quietly and firmly.
I watch every move of your body as I await your response, thinking that I will enjoy the warmth of your bum under my hand.
I find myself thankful.
Ausus
Turning, throwing myself into his arms.
"I really hate it when you are gone for so long! That sucked! I thought you were not happy with the way I looked! Don't do that to me! Please?"
Stops for a moment, bites my lip, looks up with a sheepish grin...
A
Risen
Lifting you up off of your feet in my arms, I chuckle at your response. In answer to your fears I place my lips upon your own and draw you into a long kiss, slowly pushing my tongue between your lips until I can begin to taste you and feel your tongue dancing to my lead.
Worry not. A beautiful mind such as yours, wrapped in a package as you described...If you could only know the desire that is built in me.
Ausus
Whimpering and wiggling in his grasp, breathless from his kiss. My eyes closed, breathing him in, I relax.
I promise a longer reply when I've gathered my wits, and managed to stop blushing, Sir. Though You've given me no task.
Risen
*smiles*
It's true that I have given you no task. I am absorbing the fact that you have opened up to me so amazingly. I haven't even begun to test your limits or to know the bounds of this new connection between us.
Patience precious girl. I almost never rush.
I have a hundred things I can demand of you, and every one of them would be pleasing to me. First I should like to know where to draw the line, and then I would push those boundaries.
Into what part of your world have you invited me to Dominate lover? How far will you let me take you?
If I tell you to deny yourself pleasure for amy length of time, would you? If I played at edging you, could you handle it? Would it push too far? Is there a boundary I am unaware of?
What if I told you to fuck yourself in my name? Would you take the first opportunity to drive your fingers into yourself until they were covered in your slick juices and lick them clean as if it were me?
Or would you want me to stop at what I assume is the limit and not push beyond the bounds of our beautiful little literotica world?
No my dear, I will not rush. The task becomes clear though. Tell me lover girl, what limit do you see today for the welcoming of my dominance into your world?
Tell me, and then strip those ruffly panties off of yourself and bend over, tell me what I see, and tell me what you offer me before I lay claim to it.
You've started a fire, and openned a potential new area of exploration for me. How much of you are you willing to give? Every bit of your answer is what I will take and devour.
I am hungry.
Ausus
I bend over sliding the panties down, trembling slightly.
Dearest Sir, I've spent all day thinking about this message. How to craft it. What to say...
I step out of my panties, the heels making it a little hard to move. I spread my legs, and bend over at the waist.
How to tell you, that I don't know where the line is, and every letter blurs it a little further. Creating within me a deep sweet need.
I'm exposed, and I know as I slide my hands down my thighs and calves, that it will be apparent in the light that I'm excited.
I didn't expect this. I want it, but I didn't expect it. I missed your teasing words.
Bent in half, and I look over my shoulder at him, curls falling into my eyes, I bite my bottom lip.
That you painted an image of a strong, intelligent man, one who is more than a match for me. And so very few men are.
Squirming, the wetness, between my naked lips, only seems to be getting wetter, and I can smell my excitement now.
I guess we shall see where we find the line, yes?
Risen
Yes, we will search for the line then, and in my way it will be slow, prodding, and as unassuming as my rapid pulse will allow.
And before me I have long, pale white legs perched high on thin heels. I enjoyed watching you struggle with your balance as you obeyed my simple desire. I forced myself to resist the chivalrous urge to lend you the stability of my hand. It's fairly poetic for me, and I smile to myself because if you are sincere you will find challenges much more difficult and probing than the removal of your panties. That may come slowly, with time, but my heart pounds at the thought of it.
Now I have the gentle curve of your ass poised high for me and in the soft light I see your glistening desire. I welcome the rush of blood it brings as the thought of feeling that heat wrapped around me sinks in. Engorged, as you gaze back at me you need only drop your gaze to see your effect on me, but I keep my expressions in check. It will be a while yet before we connect those two excited members of our little party.
Stepping forward I place a hand on your ass, rubbing it softly, remembering the thought of my hand print there and knowing that you will want, wondering if you will need, that. I let my middle finger slide down the crack of your ass while turning to face the opposite of your direction. I glance between your sex and your face as I slide my fingertip past the exposed tightness of your ass until it touches your wetness. I spread your lips with two fingers until they lay open for me before proceeding until I have cupped your bare pubes in my hand. My palm covers your womanhood for a moment before I strip my hand away.
I place my hand again on the curve of your soft cheek, letting it contour to the natural shape, I rub it gently as the muscles conform and remember the shape. Watching the expression on your face, I want this to be a picturesque symbol for us both as I raise my hand and bring it down with a hard, loud slap over the pale skin. The darkness echoes with the crack of it.
Quickly, never taking my eyes from yours, I wrap my hand onto your opposite cheek and do the same with another perfectly placed crack over your round ass. Each blow is hard and penetrating and I then rub each cheek gently with both hands, watching your skin react, swell and begin to redden instantly as the welts of my handprints form. Your ass has received the first marks of my presence. This is my territory now.*
I turn again and offer you my hand. "Stand up lover." I state, my voice deeper and more quiet yet still piercing the background of our movements and breathing. I guide you to stand in front of me, guaging your comparative height. How tall are you girl?
There you stand, lovely red hair draping over your shoulders. Breasts heave with every excited breath over your black corset and nothing else hinders my view of the treasure I claim. Your lovely stiletto heels only add to your graceful poise. The reason I love heels is not only the provocative sexy look they have in their own right, but the way they make a woman walk and the way it poises her ass, shaping the muscles and adding yet more sexuality to the already stimulating natural movements of her stride.
I step close to you, wrapping my hands around your waste, sliding onto your back and down over your ass, (my ass now,) until I can feel the heated flesh of my handprints, and the soft raised edges of the welts on your skin. Through the thin fabric of my pants, my thick, rigid arousal presses against you.
Taking your hands, I place *them between our bodies over my hardness, turning them until I feel your palms rest over my cock.
"Now kneel Ausus, and introduce me to the back of your throat."
Yes lover, we will test those boundaries, beginning now.
Ausus-
Weary Blues...
How I'm feeling till you get back...
APS- I've been ever so patient...
Risen-
Hello Ausus,
You have been patient, and I am grateful. I apologize for the extended leave. Life threw me a curve ball and I have had to care for my aging grandmother who is out of state. I've waffled back and forth between a deep need for escapism, and simply keeping my nose to the grindstone.
I chose the grindstone because I do not come here out of need and did not want to cross into that territory.
So, out of the pure pleasure of it, I have returned. If you are still interested in writing with me, I look forward to continuing our story. If you choose to end it I will force myself to understand.
I hope all us well with you, and I admit I have missed your ethereal presence and the far away images that you conjure in my mind.
Let me know lover, how you wish to proceed, or not.
R
Ausus-
My dearest R,
Your reply was all wrong. It should have been, what do you think of my post? Not.. shall we continue? Confidence, dear man. It's how you intrigued me in the first place.
So I await your next post with baited, and indeed very wishful breath.
A
Risen-
And here I had forgotten what a delicacy your insolence could be.
Hold that wishful breath lover, and do not breathe until you have reread my reply and recognized confidence within it. An ounce of perception will reveal another perspective if you are half of the amazing dark angel I thought about while I was away.
You should already be dripping with that perception girl, twirling slippery fingers about in the shadow of it.
Every girl I have ever dragged to her knees by the hair or bound prone under my weight has first nodded her consent. That is who I am.
The sweetest scents must first be drawn in on the breath, whether it be inspired by the cold, sudden touch of a hand or the warm comfort of habit. But that breath may then be stolen away by the blunt force of one well placed word.
Right now, truth be told, after my life of the last month, if I had my way I would have you, or at least my image if you driven hard and sweating into the bed before me, spread wide open with knees dug deep into the mattress. You would claw at the sheets with each thrust until I gained the release I need and filled you moaning with every ounce of the passion for life that has been pent up inside me.
My fingerprints would be imprinted on your ass and hips from me holding you helpless in place so that you remained poised perfectly to receive me. The image of my fingers grip would likely take weeks to fade.
There is nothing like watching deaths approach that makes me more crave the beauty of life. I have never been more fractured or hungry than I am now.
Confidence? That should be the least of your concerns. You would do best to focus on preparing yourself to receive me, even if it is only in this weak two dimensional fantasy world.
I crave the warm heat of flesh, denied me by my chosen fate. What I will settle for is the woven word on a glaring white canvas. For now, you are what draws me to that canvas. Don't squander it.
Now shut up and fuck me... Oh wait, I must have started dreaming again.
In truth,
R
Ausus
Dearest Sir,
In truth this is what I have always craved from you. A gentle yet persistent hand buried deep in my hair, guiding, teaching, making me wait, panting with my own need.
So I push. And push again. And then you deliver in a gloriously delivered manner. Truth be told, I couldn't wait for your return. Everyday, dragging past, amusing myself ___, abjectly hoping for your return, yet terrified that you wouldn't come back, as so many newbies before you, lit's stranglehold on your imagination incomplete.
But here you are. Cunning, ruthless, willing to take me out with a single phrase, hoping almost that it will be enough. That I am as enamored of the words as you are, even if they don't extend past the screen, and our ideas of each other are strictly in our head.
To which I reply.
Shall we dance Sir?
Kneeling for you and no other,
Aus
Risen
You, Ausus, are limitless in your seduction.
Stay there on your knees until I draw you into my arms and we enter the dance once again. By the time we are truly entwined in the music, there are few who will remain on the floor, for most will have fallen to the sidelines to enjoy your graceful beauty displayed on the wings of my leading hand.
I get bored easily Ausus, but no hint of that trait has affected my desire to be here. I am conceited enough that I never expected to find a writer that would match my stride and hold true to the rhythm.
I will begin crafting a reply to our thread. For the short term my turn around times will be limited because I have a heavy schedule on my plate, but I can assure consistency at the least.
Now I'm off to stalk you (and the rest of Lit) a bit and see what you've been up to.
Tell me, what is your favorite form of dress when you are in a seductive and submissive mood? Naked is too obvious. I will enjoy your answer, I'm sure.
On your knees for me is where I have always envisioned you.
Risen
Ausus
I'm limitless in my seduction? You do yourself a disservice. I read, and re-read each note with the fervent wish that each letter caress me, hold me, make me crave. And there indeed... you do.
As for what, I would wear as I kneel, eyes sliding over your frame though I don't raise my lowered head. Well, I would be a poor submissive yes, a poor submissive who did not take into account what her dominant wished of her. The question then, is not, what would Aus wear, but what Risen would demand of her.
What would make the fire of lust burn in your veins? To look at me and instantly crave, to want, to need, what would entice those hands to slide over my skin, to rip the offending piece of material from my body, just so that you could feast your eyes, hands, lips, teasing tongue over my trembling flesh?
In case you don't think I am taking the easy way out, heels, to lengthen my already long legs. Corset, to accent my curves, and ruffled panties- because I can.
Your question answered, your wish delivered,
Aus
Risen
Ausus,
It is good to see you falling into your submissive role and beginning to put my desires before your own.
It is true for everyone that dominance and submission are as much about the mind as the body, but for me it is maybe a hint more about the mind than it is for others. It will please me to know your mind, in as much as you are capable of sharing it. If I wish to know more about you, I will ask. I will know by your answer if I am in territory where you are capable or willing to share your thoughts and truths with me. It won't help you to second guess my questions.
So now I have an image growing and moving toward my satisfaction. I see a long legged seductress in heels, who would adorn herself in stilettos because she is just now learning that I particularly enjoy them. Your corset will be tight and will push your breasts up and out in classic style. When it is removed, it will leave subtle imprints on your skin, outlining the design of it's edges and contours. I would assume that it is so tight because you will have wanted the marks on your body to show me that you were paying attention.
Your ruffly panties will entice me. I will want them gone soon because while they are dainty and beautifully feminine, they will hide from me another favorite thing, the fine line between your ass cheeks. But you are only learning now that I enjoy that, and it would not be long before you felt my grip on them, taking them away and exposing your sweetest treasures. Are those treasures bare?
I would like to know more. If I recall correctly your hair is red, similar to Vyv's. Is this accurate? And how long is it? Does it flow down over your shoulders to rest over the exposed cleavage which calls to my tongue, or does it even make it down to your shoulders? Does it play over those ruffles on your panties, and if so does it curl there or is it long and straight like a fast flowing stream?
And these garments are hiding flesh from me. Is it tanned flesh, maybe complimenting soft, red silk colorings? Or is your skin soft, pale and white, contrasting sharply with wickedly thin black fabric? You see, pale white skin will show my attentions quickly, the print of my hand on your ass standing out quick and pink, but a tanned ass might need a bit more attention to redden and be marked by my arts.
And when my tongue does find your cleavage, what would it find there lover? Are you small breasted with nipples that beg to be toyed with? Or are you overflowing and large with pink little pearls begging to feel my pinch?
Answer me girl, and do not neglect to tell me the color of your eyes. What will I see looking up at me when I call your gaze upward?
Risen
Ausus
It seems that my presence has been requested, I shall not keep Him waiting, a small smile waiting upon my red lips, I remember not to bite my lip so that I don't mar the perfection of the lipstick. My favorite red, chosen specifically for my soft pale white complexion, to highlight the soft rose of my cheeks. Sometimes I hate my pale skin, so easy it is to burn under the sun, but the hazy ___ sky suits me, and here I fit.
I catch my reflection in the mirror and am suddenly slightly afraid He won't enjoy my body. All curves, I am as I've always been, round, plush, soft, tall and strong.
I shake my unruly red curls, they've only just began to rest on my shoulders, but they will grow longer. I am reticent about growing it longer, so thick is my hair; it's heaviness in hand and on my head. But it's so gorgeous, that I've been convinced otherwise.
My eyes slide over my cleavage, quite possibly the favorite part of me. Magnificent in scope and size, I love my breasts, a direct giveaway when I am excited the pink nubs tighten and are so very sensitive.
The corset is as tight as He's instructed, my breath short and staccato, and it accentuates my curves further, I turn and fix the ruffly panties, that exemplify my playfulness, the curve of my ass is amazing, and I've always been a fan of how I look in the right pair of jeans or a pencil skirt. I catch the mark of ink, and smile at how the tattoo between my shoulder blades rises above the corset. The panties are so cute that I giggle softly. I take a step towards the mirror to check my makeup, and gasp softly at the bare feeling between my legs, it's always a surprise to me to slide a finger over the slick soft bare skin of my sex. I wonder if He will enjoy it.
The stilettos are high, and I am on tiptoe, which I can manage, I like the look of my legs in heels, showing the strength of my legs which are my main form of transportation. They carry me from the mirror to the lightly lit room where He waits. I sink easily to my knees, legs spread, back straight, hands resting on my thighs as I await His appraisal. I tremble at the hand under my chin, but He easily catches my hazel eyes, and I blush.
A
Risen
Few things in life are more provocative or appreciable than the submission of a beautiful and intelligent woman. Even fewer things inspire me to the degree that the image now in my mind does.
You could not have described yourself more eloquently, lover.
Waiting patiently, having called for your presence I watch your approach. My eyes are drawn to your long legs and your stride. My habit of appraising the feminine form, "people watching," as I half jokingly call it is a much stronger instinct when fueled by the knowledge that you approach with pleasure and obedience on your mind. In you I see a feast of the senses.
I watch your breasts heave from within their confines, threatening to overflow their tight constriction and it makes me smile. You are listening and that is important.
I stand, towering over you in your kneeling pose, my full __casting a shadow over you in dim candle light. I am wide shouldered and strong, though the past years of desk job have widened me a bit more. I reach down to caress your soft cheek and place a finger under your chin, lifting your face. I whisper in a soft, very deep and penetrating voice, "Look at me lover."
You raise your hazel eyes to meet my own hazel eyes. In the dim light the value of that is slightly lost, but not the smile that crosses my countenance. It is quite visible past the goatee, neat and trimmed that frames my lips, a wide streak of white is painted down the center like the stain of an errant brush.
I step around you, the soft sound of my footfalls tell you that I am behind you. You can barely hear the brushing of my loose and comfortable pants, allowing me the freedom to move. I am quiet on my feet, belying my size.
You feel warm breath on your neck as what I now imagine as thick, red, beautiful curls are pulled back and again you hear my deep voice next to your ear. "Stand." I say quietly and firmly.
I watch every move of your body as I await your response, thinking that I will enjoy the warmth of your bum under my hand.
I find myself thankful.
Ausus
Turning, throwing myself into his arms.
"I really hate it when you are gone for so long! That sucked! I thought you were not happy with the way I looked! Don't do that to me! Please?"
Stops for a moment, bites my lip, looks up with a sheepish grin...
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Risen
Lifting you up off of your feet in my arms, I chuckle at your response. In answer to your fears I place my lips upon your own and draw you into a long kiss, slowly pushing my tongue between your lips until I can begin to taste you and feel your tongue dancing to my lead.
Worry not. A beautiful mind such as yours, wrapped in a package as you described...If you could only know the desire that is built in me.
Ausus
Whimpering and wiggling in his grasp, breathless from his kiss. My eyes closed, breathing him in, I relax.
I promise a longer reply when I've gathered my wits, and managed to stop blushing, Sir. Though You've given me no task.
Risen
*smiles*
It's true that I have given you no task. I am absorbing the fact that you have opened up to me so amazingly. I haven't even begun to test your limits or to know the bounds of this new connection between us.
Patience precious girl. I almost never rush.
I have a hundred things I can demand of you, and every one of them would be pleasing to me. First I should like to know where to draw the line, and then I would push those boundaries.
Into what part of your world have you invited me to Dominate lover? How far will you let me take you?
If I tell you to deny yourself pleasure for amy length of time, would you? If I played at edging you, could you handle it? Would it push too far? Is there a boundary I am unaware of?
What if I told you to fuck yourself in my name? Would you take the first opportunity to drive your fingers into yourself until they were covered in your slick juices and lick them clean as if it were me?
Or would you want me to stop at what I assume is the limit and not push beyond the bounds of our beautiful little literotica world?
No my dear, I will not rush. The task becomes clear though. Tell me lover girl, what limit do you see today for the welcoming of my dominance into your world?
Tell me, and then strip those ruffly panties off of yourself and bend over, tell me what I see, and tell me what you offer me before I lay claim to it.
You've started a fire, and openned a potential new area of exploration for me. How much of you are you willing to give? Every bit of your answer is what I will take and devour.
I am hungry.
Ausus
I bend over sliding the panties down, trembling slightly.
Dearest Sir, I've spent all day thinking about this message. How to craft it. What to say...
I step out of my panties, the heels making it a little hard to move. I spread my legs, and bend over at the waist.
How to tell you, that I don't know where the line is, and every letter blurs it a little further. Creating within me a deep sweet need.
I'm exposed, and I know as I slide my hands down my thighs and calves, that it will be apparent in the light that I'm excited.
I didn't expect this. I want it, but I didn't expect it. I missed your teasing words.
Bent in half, and I look over my shoulder at him, curls falling into my eyes, I bite my bottom lip.
That you painted an image of a strong, intelligent man, one who is more than a match for me. And so very few men are.
Squirming, the wetness, between my naked lips, only seems to be getting wetter, and I can smell my excitement now.
I guess we shall see where we find the line, yes?
Risen
Yes, we will search for the line then, and in my way it will be slow, prodding, and as unassuming as my rapid pulse will allow.
And before me I have long, pale white legs perched high on thin heels. I enjoyed watching you struggle with your balance as you obeyed my simple desire. I forced myself to resist the chivalrous urge to lend you the stability of my hand. It's fairly poetic for me, and I smile to myself because if you are sincere you will find challenges much more difficult and probing than the removal of your panties. That may come slowly, with time, but my heart pounds at the thought of it.
Now I have the gentle curve of your ass poised high for me and in the soft light I see your glistening desire. I welcome the rush of blood it brings as the thought of feeling that heat wrapped around me sinks in. Engorged, as you gaze back at me you need only drop your gaze to see your effect on me, but I keep my expressions in check. It will be a while yet before we connect those two excited members of our little party.
Stepping forward I place a hand on your ass, rubbing it softly, remembering the thought of my hand print there and knowing that you will want, wondering if you will need, that. I let my middle finger slide down the crack of your ass while turning to face the opposite of your direction. I glance between your sex and your face as I slide my fingertip past the exposed tightness of your ass until it touches your wetness. I spread your lips with two fingers until they lay open for me before proceeding until I have cupped your bare pubes in my hand. My palm covers your womanhood for a moment before I strip my hand away.
I place my hand again on the curve of your soft cheek, letting it contour to the natural shape, I rub it gently as the muscles conform and remember the shape. Watching the expression on your face, I want this to be a picturesque symbol for us both as I raise my hand and bring it down with a hard, loud slap over the pale skin. The darkness echoes with the crack of it.
Quickly, never taking my eyes from yours, I wrap my hand onto your opposite cheek and do the same with another perfectly placed crack over your round ass. Each blow is hard and penetrating and I then rub each cheek gently with both hands, watching your skin react, swell and begin to redden instantly as the welts of my handprints form. Your ass has received the first marks of my presence. This is my territory now.*
I turn again and offer you my hand. "Stand up lover." I state, my voice deeper and more quiet yet still piercing the background of our movements and breathing. I guide you to stand in front of me, guaging your comparative height. How tall are you girl?
There you stand, lovely red hair draping over your shoulders. Breasts heave with every excited breath over your black corset and nothing else hinders my view of the treasure I claim. Your lovely stiletto heels only add to your graceful poise. The reason I love heels is not only the provocative sexy look they have in their own right, but the way they make a woman walk and the way it poises her ass, shaping the muscles and adding yet more sexuality to the already stimulating natural movements of her stride.
I step close to you, wrapping my hands around your waste, sliding onto your back and down over your ass, (my ass now,) until I can feel the heated flesh of my handprints, and the soft raised edges of the welts on your skin. Through the thin fabric of my pants, my thick, rigid arousal presses against you.
Taking your hands, I place *them between our bodies over my hardness, turning them until I feel your palms rest over my cock.
"Now kneel Ausus, and introduce me to the back of your throat."
Yes lover, we will test those boundaries, beginning now.
