The Lounge

[DarkEmpress]

This thread is closed for Marauder13

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The lounge he suggested is elegant yet simplistic. The earthy tones permeate a certain tranquillity that is almost tangible, melting into the surroundings and the people that are floating around like graceful swans. I have my legs crossed, the delicate sheer material clinging to them shimmers in the late afternoon sun. It streams through a terrace door that is neatly stacked into a corner, leaving an unabridged view of the spectacular countryside, rolling hills and a lush green meadow.

Despite the tranquil environment, my foot is bouncing incessantly, my nerves getting the better of me. He said to dress in something elegant, and gauging from the environment I made a good choice with a simple wrap-around dress that drapes across my body like a silk glove. On the far side of the room I can see a couple sitting at a table, staring off into space as if they are waiting for something. A few passersby cast furtive glances at me, giving me ‘that’ look as if they know something I don’t.

I had considered a glass of wine, but the liquid fire would only dull my senses and I wanted them to be razor sharp, at the ready and crystal clear. Today we were taking a furtive step into the unknown, something we had talked about in various degrees of clarity but never really acted upon. It scared me ... excited me all at once. What if it changed the relationship? What if we crossed a line we could never undo, or changed the dynamic into something unrecognisable?

He has been a good friend, a confidant. Someone I could rely and depend on and someone I had shared some of my deepest, darkest secrets with. Things I had never told any living being, things I was ashamed of ... scared of. He never faltered, never judged. Didn’t think any less of me nor did he feel sorry for me. Instead he saw a woman who was brave and courageous enough to face her demons, when I didn’t feel that way at all. For that I loved him and cherished him, and I hope that I had played such a part in his life too.

Placing the champagne glass of sparkling white grape juice back on its coaster, my eyes catch a glimpse of him and I am instantly a ball of raw nerves. I don’t know what to do with myself and it surprises me. How many nights have I dreamed about this? How many times had I imagined what it would feel like? And now, that the time is here, I don’t quite know what to say or even think.

I watch him from across the lounge, an almost enigmatic air about him and I can’t do anything else but just stare at him. With a slight grin I try and remind myself to keep my mouth closed and not to drool, it wouldn’t make a very fetching sight to behold, and yet I can’t help myself but to stare. Gooseflesh erupt across my skin as I clasp my hands together nervously in my lap.

As his eyes find mine, I realise, this is the moment ... and this is the time. We had spoken about this to exhaustion. I knew what he would expect of me and I am ready.

I think...

 

[marauder13]

I had finally finished getting the room ready, including talking my way through what I had planned. To say I was excited would be an understatement. The chance to play in this place was something I never thought I would have a chance to do. That Joshua, who owned this place, only allowed Dominants he approved of there made it even more special. I was a rank amateur compared to others in the local community, but I was worthy of an invite. I was so, so pleased that I had the chance.

Isabelle and I have been friends for years. We got to know each other well, and we talked about many different things. Imagine our surprise when we found out that we had complimentary outlooks on certain things. I was great to talk about it with someone safe. I know I fantasized about playing with her, but it remained just that, a fantasy.

Now that had changed. I was on my way to meet up with her, to actually play with her. What would it be like? What would she think? Would it be remembered for the right reasons? But I knew what she liked. I factored that into the upcoming play session. I had planned it out. It seemed like a nice progression to me, but I also added in other things, and was prepared to change the sequence depending on how things went.

Breathing slowed, along with my heart rate as I walked down the hallway to the main meeting area. A simple button down, short sleeved shirt, trousers and well kept leather shoes made up my attire for the visit. The one thing I never liked was, well, dressing the part. I didn't really have the body for it, and my style didn't fit that image anyway.

When I passed through the doors into the main waiting area, all my fear sloughed off me. I was a Dominant about to meet my submissive before going off to play. My gaze swept the room looking for my play partner. When I saw her, my excitement levels rocketed. A deep, navy blue dress hung over her, hinting at was lay beneath but keeping it all concealed in a most glorious manner. The sunlight caught varying spots, illuminating the surface of the soft fabric to give it a soft glow. The perfect wrapping for the present I was going to receive all too soon and not soon enough.

Then I made eye contact. I felt a slight change within me. A warm wave of assurance flowed through me. At that moment, there was no backing out for me. Here was the end result of many talks, mostly us reassuring each other that we really wanted to do this. Even if only once. That moment, I became her Dominant, and showed it to her.

As I closed, my smile grew warmer, reflecting the joy I felt. She was stunning. She may not have been supermodel material, but the person within made the way she looked so much better. Her personality shone through, making her even more beautiful. I waited for her to stand, then wrapped my arms around her warmly. Every time we met, or parted company, we hugged. Always friendly, never unwarranted. Sometimes, there would be a kiss to the cheek, but always a hug. But I felt different when I hugged her. I was a little protective and possessive with the gesture, along with the normal friendliness.

"Isabelle," I spoke softly, "you look radiant." Before she had a chance to comment, I kissed her on the lips, again as a friend would.

"Come with me." The words carried command underneath the normal tone, and I headed towards the hallway I came from. Like the main hall, it was soft, earthy toned with a touch more red in the mix. All the doors had little lights above them. If they were off, the room was either not in use, or people could enter. If the light was red, then the room was busy and they were not to be disturbed unless there was an emergency. None of the doors could be locked either. We reached the door to the room I had prepared for us, and I stopped, facing Isabelle with the door behind me.

I started to close on her, inching her back into the wall. One arm coming to rest on the wall beside her shoulder. A few seconds later, the other followed. I watched her eyes as the buffer between us slowly vanished. My arms bent closing off more of her escape routes. Her head turned upward as I towered over her, reducing her personal universe by an ever decreasing volume. I shuffled my feet wider, allowing my knees to come forward and pin her either side of her legs, leaving the barest of gaps between the main parts of our torsos. The feel of her bust through the combined fabrics confirmed that she wore no bra. With my lowered stance, our heads were closer to an equal level, though mine was slightly higher still.

The only sound in the hall was our combined breathing. Mine was heavy, ready for the deeds I was going to do for my dear friend. My breathe was laden with the excitement I felt at what was going to happen. What hopefully would happen.

"This is your last chance, Isabelle. You can back out now, nothing bad will be thought of you. Otherwise, state your safe word, then enter the room. Once I close the door, you will strip and stand on the rug, awaiting further commands."

My voice somehow remained calm, controlled. As if I had done this countless times before. Yet my heart was racing with anticipation, excitement, anxiety, lust, fear and who knew what else. Only my posture against the wall prevented me from shaking like a leaf. Isabelle wanted me to be a Dominant for her, and that was what I was going to be for her.

As well as her friend.

 

[DarkEmpress]

The smile he gave me was warm, reflecting the man I knew and the man I trusted with all my heart. He enveloped me in a warm hug and it made me realise once again, just how tall he was. He said, "Isabelle, you look radiant,” and I gave him a smile back, his warmth and happiness at seeing me, settling my nerves. Leaving a soft kiss of greeting on my lips, I stood slightly back and gave him an appraising sweep of my eyes.

“You look rather dashing yourself,” I chided gently, but meaning it sincerely.

"Come with me,” he said in the same relaxed tone, but I could sense something different in the tonality. He was getting into the mind frame. “Sure,” I said softly as I followed him into a hallway that contained several doors. I had done my homework and had read up on the rules and regulations of the lounge. It was airtight, strictly regulated and safety was of paramount importance. I felt safe, even more with him at the helm. I had nothing to fear, although I was pretty sure he’d do his damndest to put me through my paces.

He suddenly stopped, and when he turned, my eyes widened. I had never seen that look on him before. Without giving me a chance to digest, he closed in on me, effectively holding me captive against the wall with his body. I had no choice but to stare up into his eyes and for the first time it dawned on me, that he knew everything about me. He knew what turned me on, what frightened me … how to make me bend to his will. In that instant, a delicious tingle permeated through my body.

Breathe ... that was all I could do, as he held my gaze captive, my heart racing, every fibre of my being intensely aware of him. I experienced an inexplicable moment of pride, looking at him. He was amazing! The tone, the look, the sheer power was right there, and yet so restrained. An electric current hummed between us, I could feel it … and from the look in his eyes, I could tell he did too.

"This is your last chance, Isabelle. You can back out now, nothing bad will be thought of you. Otherwise, state your safe word, then enter the room. Once I close the door, you will strip and stand on the rug, awaiting further commands."

I swallowed, drowning in his eyes. “I am not backing out … I want this,” I croaked. Just this move, had already positioned our relationship for what will transpire in this room. Excitement and fear mingled into a sweet and intoxicating thrill that pulsed through my veins.

“Butterfly,” I said my safe word almost soundlessly, as my warm breath played across his shoulder. It was a confirmation of my resolve and an admission of my desire to experience this with him. I stared into his eyes for a moment longer as determination settled in mine. Slowly I moved, and he let me pass and walk into the room. Standing on the rug, I waited for him to close the door … to set the chain reaction in motion. The door clicked shut … and I felt gooseflesh erupt on my skin and travel down my body, to make my tummy lurk excitedly.

I closed my eyes for a moment and took a deep breath ... and then without a word, my fingers found the knot at my side, my fingers pulling and extending to let the band of material drip from my fingers to drape across my hip. I figured there would be no use in extra layers of clothing and as the dress slid from my shoulders, the silk whispered across my skin to fall at my feet, leaving me completely naked, open to his advances and my soul stripped of any defences.

My eyes dropped to the floor and I remained standing, proudly, submissively … waiting … for him.

 

[marauder13]

“I am not backing out … I want this.”

Excitement won out over fear. We agreed to this, we knew the risks, beyond the mere actions of the play session. My breath settled slightly as I started to stand straighter.

“Butterfly.”

A whisper of breath caressed my shoulder, carrying the one word that would bring it all to an immediate stop. The heat of her overall excitement was carried along with her safe word. We took yet another step closer to what would be a point of no return for us. But I took strength in her confidence in what we were about to embark on.

"Butterfly it is."

I stepped back enough to allow her to move, but still kept closer to her, a physical reminder of my presence. She opened the door, and stepping into the room. To my surprise, she made straight for the soft rug that was placed with her comfort in mind. I followed her in, closing the door behind me, and flicking the switch to turn on the light outside. In the dim shafts of sunlight from the skylights, I saw the skin of her arms pimple. It brought a small grin to my face.

Holding pride of place in the centre of the room, with the simplest of motions, Isabelle released her dress. With a grace that induced some small jealously in me, the silk flowed down her body, lingering on her hips, before pooling on the floor about her feet. Standing behind her at that time, I stood for a moment or two calming myself. I was looking on more of her than I had ever before, and what was revealed to me was stunning. It was clear that she took care of her health, and it showed in the lines of her back, her buttocks and legs. I let out a long breath before collecting myself. There was still more of her to see. I was not afraid of her knowing how much her appearance effected me, but I wanted to remain more a Dom than not.

Even with her tilted head, she would have seen an enormous cushion, somewhere between a single bed and double bed size in area on the floor against the far wall. Soft, yet firm, it would serve many purposes through the session. To her left was a large trolley, covered with black cloth that concealed everything from the floor up. The trolley held all the props I thought I would need. If not, I would adapt.

I walked slowly, confidently to the trolley, lifting some of the fabric on top to allow me to retrieve the first prop. The fabric was lifted to obscure what other items were within, not allowing Isabelle any ideas of what was within. I removed a plain riding crop, unadorned and very practical in appearance. I turned slowly, and looked on Isabelle in profile.

The display of her body spoke of the beauty that I always imagined was there. Her breasts sat proudly on her chest, to my mind the right size and shape for her body. A mostly flat tummy, with the nicest of rounding, Her ass didn't stick out too far, but again, there was more than enough to fulfill the needs of both of us.

I continued my slow, measured walk around her. I was telling myself that this was not a dream, that Isabelle was truly naked before me, waiting for me to guide her. Soft, delicious curves abounded. She stood, not in fear or shame. She didn't give me the feeling that she was worried about how I thought she looked. I'm sure the bulge in my pants would set her mind at ease on that front.

I stopped in front of her, staring at her unclad breasts, and seeing the centre of her femininity as well. I was genuinely impressed with what I saw, and what Isabelle was giving into my trust.

"You are even better than I imagined you would be, standing like this." I wanted to run my hands over her. I wanted to feel this gift that was presented to me. I wanted to know each curve, place of firmness and softness. But, it would happen in due time.

"Firstly, Isabelle, I asked you to strip, then approach the rug. Your dress being pooled at your feet will interfere with what is planned. Pick it up, take to the corner," I pointed to the corner nearest the door with the crop, "and come back here. Once back at the rug, stand as you have been.

I kept my voice calm and even, though I let the disappointment show through as well. I was honest with everything I said. I didn't want her to trip over her dress, and bring our play to an end quicker than planned. Also, in this room, she needed to know that she had to follow her instructions. I stood still, holding each end of crop in my hands, watching her as she carried out her last instruction.

 

[DarkEmpress]

It was the oddest thing. I could feel him move. Even if my eyes were downcast, all my other sense were honing in on him, telling me exactly where he was. The hairs on the back of my neck rose as I felt his eyes sweep across my body. His footsteps were soft … light, as he slowly circled around me.

He came into view on the left of me and I surreptitiously watched as he approached a trolley, that up to that point, I had not noticed. It was quite tall with shelves that were concealed by a dark cloth, keeping its secrets hidden from my inquisitive sapphire eyes. He knows how curious I am, and no doubt he also knows how it will grate at my self-control not knowing what is hidden beneath.

He discreetly pulled a riding crop from the trolley and I could feel my breath catch in my throat, a delicious ebb of excitement travelling down my spine. He came to a standstill before me and the closer he got, the more laboured my breathing became. Him not touching me, not saying a word, his eyes simply sampling the bare flesh before him, did more to my heart rate than any marathon could ever wish to achieve.

I could however not help but notice the tell-tale bulge that adorned his slacks. It brought a soft smile to my lips. More than anything else I wanted to please him, and I was thrilled that he enjoyed what he saw, igniting a sense of pride that I could do that to him.

"You are even better than I imagined you would be, standing like this."

His words penetrated the silence in an almost reverent tone, and a soft blush crept up onto my cheeks. “Thank you,” I whispered, keeping my eyes downcast and basking in the bliss of his praise, my kitten rejoicing in the moment by dispensing a little of her juices in preparation.

His next words were spoken a little more tersely, startling me at first. "Firstly, Isabelle, I asked you to strip, then approach the rug. Your dress being pooled at your feet will interfere with what is planned. Pick it up, take it to the corner, and come back here. Once back at the rug, stand as you have been.”

I felt my cheeks burn with mortification as he took me from an incredible high and cut me down to the status of a disobedient child. I had to fight my natural instinct to haughtily defend myself, swallowed my pride and meekly sank to my haunches and picked up the silken material at my feet. Some sane part of me knew that there were no half measures here. I had to do it all the way and that meant following his instructions without question, which I knew would be a challenge for me.

I rose back to my feet, my bare feet padding across the floor as I walked to the door to dispense my shoes, stockings and dress where he had instructed. Making my way back, I assumed my original position and kept my eyes downcast, trying to hide my disappointment with myself. My dark hair draped across my shoulder, in stark contrast to my fair skin, my fingers nervously fidgeting along either side of my thighs.

 

[marauder13]

I was pleased with the way Isabelle's cheeks coloured enough to be seen. She didn't take too kindly to being admonished, but she held her peace and followed her instructions. I was relieved that she didn't challenge me as I thought she might have. Isabelle was not one who normally took to be treated in that manner well, and she would have stood up for herself. That behaviour would not have been tolerated, nor even accepted within the room. I would have had to exert my authority, and that would have been an unstable circumstance. There would be too much scope for matters getting out of control.

But, the benefit of it was seeing Isabelle moving about. Watching her flex and contract as she picked up her clothes, putting them where I requested and return to the spot where the next activity would be taking place. Just seeing her in motion, naked and her body free to react as it should. My only concern with my growing erection was that it might get painfully stuck while having fun. I know she had seen it, unless her eyes had been closed the entire time.

Isabelle returned to the same spot, and to the same pose as before. I watched her silently, calming myself down enough to continue with the plan. He was a woman that I fantasized about more times than I could count, standing stark naked in front of me, waiting for me to tell her what to do in a sexual environment. It was taking serious levels of control not to drop the crop, pull her face to mine and kiss her roughly before throwing her to the cushion, quickly stripping and fucking her senseless until I couldn't keep going any more. Or walk behind her, drop my trousers, bend her slightly and take her that way.

'No, Carl, buddy. If you do this properly, according to the plan, then she'll be begging to come back for more, rather than getting shitty over what could have been if you just jumped her bones right away.'

I saw the anxiously moving fingers against her thighs. It was nice to see some sign of her nerves. It also gave me a point of focus for my next act in our little play. I eased my way to her right, the tag of the crop touching the centre of the back of her hand. With just the looped piece of leather contacting her skin, I moved it down over her fingers so if she moved them off her thighs, she would hit the leather. I left the tag in place, until the fingers stopped moving, repeating it for the remaining fingers of her right hand. When her right hand was still, I did similar to her left hand until it was still too.

"Isabelle, I know you are aware that a place like this, and the activities undertaken within are sexual in nature, and that in this room, sexual acts may be performed. That said, they may not take place either. If they don't, it is not to be viewed as an insult, Isabelle."

I used the tag of the crop to caress her body. It slid smoothly over the curves and outlines on her physical beauty. It softly rode the boundaries that marked the outer edges of what made her such an attractive woman. I bit my upper lip as I continued to touch her by proxy. I desired strongly to let my hand trace the very paths the slither of leather was traveling. Her back then her front were given the delicate touch of the crop. The focus I was putting in was making the feelings incredibly intense and arousing.

In those quiet moments, I began to debate on when I would finish the play with her. I was planning on not letting it get sexual in the conventional sense this first time, as a safety measure for our friendship. But this... this was making that decision look like it was a bad one. So early in the play, and I was starting to change my mind. If she begged, hell, even if she asked politely, I don't think I could be able to say no.

Everything came to a pause when the tag came to a stop at the bottom of the valley between her breasts. I let the captured top lip slip free as a moved the tag to one of her nipples. Care and gentleness guided the tag that explored the pinnacle of her wondrous breast. I felt the boyish smile creep over my face as the crop flickered back and forth, lightly tapping the nipple. Just the soft slap of the leather as it brushed over the little bud of hardened flesh; back and forth quickly. I did the same to the other one, enjoying the almost playful quality to the act.

I stopped it quickly, lifting the crop until it was under Isabelle's chin. With gentle pressure, I lifted her chin until she looked at me. The smile was still on my face, but it faltered slightly as another hard wave of lust hammered into me. I let the crop drop, returning to my front to be held in both hands.

"Isabelle, I am going to be generous, and allow you to choose between what will happen next. Now, both choices will eventually occur, so you will not be missing out. They are both similar, except for one important manner. One is more personal, the other is less so. That is all I will tell you about what will happen next.

"What will it be, Isabelle? Personal, or not so personal?"

 

[DarkEmpress]

The silence was growing, which doubled my anxiety with every passing moment. I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I wasn’t even aware of what he was doing until my fingers touched the leather. For a moment I paused, realising just how nervous I was. Stilling my hand, Carl moved to the other and I focussed on keeping them both still, taking a steadying breath.

"Isabelle, I know you are aware that a place like this, and the activities undertaken within are sexual in nature, and that in this room, sexual acts may be performed. That said, they may not take place either. If they don't, it is not to be viewed as an insult, Isabelle."

I kept my eyes glued to the floor and simply nodded in response. I was not too sure whether I was relieved or disappointed. A part of me dreaded the eventuality, the effect it might have on our relationship ... another part of me have been fantasising about it for an eternity ... and would like to see how the reality matched up.

I was pulled from my thoughts into reality with a delicate touch of the crop, smoothing across my skin. Gooseflesh erupted on my flesh as he continued, the cold touch doing delicious things to me. Was it wrong that I wanted to feel his hands on me? I was craving his touch and I never realised how badly I wanted to experience it ... until now.

It was insanely erotic, my breathing increasing perceptibly ... every fibre of my being waiting, breathlessly, for the next touch.

He paused, and I could feel the universe hold its breath, waiting for Carl’s next move ... and it was so worth it. My eyes fluttered shut and I intuitively bit down on my bottom lip to halt the moan that was humming on my lips as he touched the tip of my breast, sending sparks down my spine to mingle with the butterflies in my tummy. It was light, subtle and almost playful ... until he stopped.

The crop was beneath my chin, tilting my head up and as my eyes fluttered open I found myself staring into his eyes and I could feel the electricity crackle between us ... that look in his eyes.

God, if I could melt ... I would have, right there and then.

"Isabelle, I am going to be generous, and allow you to choose between what will happen next. Now, both choices will eventually occur, so you will not be missing out. They are both similar, except for one important manner. One is more personal, the other is less so. That is all I will tell you about what will happen next.”

I couldn’t help the soft smile that tugged at my lips. Carl was always playing games with me and he loved keeping me in the dark ... this was no different. It was strangely comforting to know that he was still the same person.

"What will it be, Isabelle? Personal, or not so personal?"

“Personal,” I said unhesitatingly. I knew he was a man of his word. ‘Personal’ piqued my interest and I couldn’t help the light of curiosity that sparkled in my eyes. I also knew there was no point in trying to drag it from him. Carl would reveal his big plan when it suited him ... not me.

 

[marauder13]

“Personal.”

I was not for one moment surprised. I walked over to the trolley, and placed the crop on top of the cover that hid all the other toys and accessories for the session. I walked back to stand in front of Isabelle. The excitement within me was overwhelming the nerves about what I was going to do. What I planned on doing, to be more precise.

I reached out with both hands, lightly cupping her face and guiding her to look at me. I had practiced against a friend when I was younger to see who could go the longest without blinking. Our contests would regularly pass ten minutes, with a rare few passing fifteen. So when I locked my gaze on Isabelle's, my eyes never strayed from hers, nor did I blink as I held that gaze. My hands slowly eased their way from her face dropping onto her shoulders. I rested them there, my palms feeling warm against her skin as my fingers curled gently over the top of her shoulders. My hands slid down over the top of her chest, before lightly grazing the outside of her breasts.

My fingertips almost tingled with the touch of her smooth skin. The gentle curve of the the feminine mounds guided my fingers as I remained looking directly into her eyes. My fingertips continued to dance softly over her curvaceous flesh as they made the way to the contrasting pinnacle. I felt my breathing getting a little deeper, more controlled as I reached one of the many milestones of the session. The smoothness gave way to a different texture that served as a warning that I found the right places. Within moments, my fingers were touching the nipple. Teasing, taunting and tantalizing, my fingers worked those small points of her body. It was the most difficult thing I did, keeping my eyes on hers. I so wanted to see how her breasts were reacting to my touch. I wanted to see how the rest of her was reacting. But to see it in her eyes was for me the most intimate and profound way to experience it.

My hands reluctantly departed, moving to her arms about where her elbows were. My hands almost encircled her forearms as I moved my hands closer to her wrists. My grip tightened from the light, brushing style to one that locked firmly about her limbs. I guided her to her knees on the rug, before bringing her hands down onto the rug as well. I maintained the eye contact, and smiled before finally breaking it. I took one arm, bending it at the elbow, and lowering her until she rested on the elbow. I did the same with the other arm.

I stood up, and walked around Isabelle, admiring her in her new position. The way gravity altered the shape of her breasts, the angle of her back, the tautness of her arse as well as the way it exposed herself. I once more fought images of her in such a position, receiving powerful thrusts that echoed slapping noises through the room along with the sounds of pleasure. The desire to take her was strong, and I hoped that Isabelle would consent to allowing me that pleasure. But there were more interesting events to be completed. I remained standing behind her, looking at her beauty, and trying to picture how she was going to react to the next stage of our play.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Carl turned and walked back to the trolley. I sneaked a peak and saw him place the riding crop on top of the draped material, obscuring my view from his choice of equipment for the session. It took every ounce of self control I had not to jump forward and rip it off. Curiosity was eating away at me.

As he turned back towards me, I dropped my eyes back to the floor, trying desperately to divert my mind from the bouquet of possibilities my mind was conjuring. He came to a standstill before me and I felt his hands lightly wrap around my face, lifting my eyes to look at him.

I looked up and my gaze was instantly ensnared by his. The look in his eyes was intense ... penetrating ... as if he could see right into the deepest part of me. I wanted to look away and hide, scared of what he might find there, but there was no escape...

Holding my gaze captive, his hands slid down and smoothed across the curve of my neck to come to rest on my shoulders. It felt as if his fingers were burning against my skin, my body insanely aware of exactly where they were, what they felt like against my skin ... their proximity.

His hands were in motion again and I could feel my heart beating a little faster as they travelled down my collarbone, across the soft and creamy flesh to trace the outline of my breasts. I took a deep breath as desire sparked in my eyes, the colour deepening into a violet hue of blue. I could not break the stare, his eyes analysing every emotion that flickered across the windows of my soul. It was excruciatingly intimate ... innocent ... and honest.

His hands were warm, his touch delicate as if I was made of smooth, white porcelain. I felt him spread his hands across the soft mounds adorning my body and gasped when his fingers found the proud tips, eagerly awaiting his touch.

I could not help the gasp that escaped my lips, my eyes fluttering shut as I drank in his touch, his warmth, the gentle feel of him. How I had imagined this ... craved this ... and now that it was happening, it felt surreal.

I slowly opened my eyes, staring into his with longing, want ... burning hot desire. I wanted to smooth my hands across him, touch him ... do the same wonderful things he was doing to me, but I couldn’t. I was bound by my own will to obey and only act when asked to.

His hands smoothed away, his gaze never wavering as he slid his hands down my arms to my wrists. He imperceptibly tightened his grip and guided me down to my knees, kneeling atop the warm little carpet that shielded me from the cold concrete floor. He placed my hands in front of me on the carpet and then his features lit up into a smile ... a soft and gentle smile ... I swear, I had never seen anything so beautiful in my life.

He relinquished his hold on my gaze and manoeuvred my body into a child’s pose. I rested my forehead against the floor and desperately tried to breathe. My body was humming with excitement, my senses whirling around in the dizzying onslaught of submission that seemed to sing through my veins. There is something extremely erotic about kneeling before a man, offering your body to him completely ... trusting him ... completely.

 

[marauder13]

With as much stealth as I could muster, I walked to Isabelle's side, half way along the length of her body. Using my index finger and middle finger, I traced either side of her spine, from the base of her neck to the top of her hips. The sleekness of her back made it easy for my fingertips to glide over her. I was also able to feel the unconscious reactions to my touch.

I stepped back, moving behind Isabelle. My hands caressed her derriere, firmly rubbing the flesh and getting a good feel for that part of her body. I found myself in conflict over what I was planning; I wanted to rush to the hoped for finale rather than savour the journey in total. I fell into a rhythm with the rubbing. Even my breathing fell into the same rhythm. As I moved my hands further away from myself, I exhaled. As I drew them back closer to me, I inhaled. It was a rather relaxing task.

I released by contact with her, standing up and positioning myself better for what was about to occur. I wouldn't have been surprised is Isabelle knew precisely what was going to occur. But it didn't matter that much to me. I dropped to one knee, steadying myself and working up the courage to carry through with the plan.

My hand descended rapidly at a sharp angle, filling the room with a loud 'crack' as I spanked her for the first time. I paused a little, mainly to allow Isabelle a chance to recover from the shock. Then, I repeated the stroke, landing on the other cheek. My heart was racing from fear that I may have done something that she didn't like, now that it happened. In many talks about her kinks, spanking was one of the main ones listed. Causing pain was something that I was unsure about, but the way her eyes softened and the eyelids drifted down when she spoke of it, I felt that I had to let her experience it.

But I found with each brief contact, the more my confidence grew. She trusted me, and I had to trust her. Isabelle would tell me if she thought I was doing something wrong, and until I heard her safe word, I would continue. All up, I delivered twenty spankings to Isabelle. I watched and listened to her, noting what it did for her. She looked lovely receiving them, and I felt some deep stirrings within me. I found that I enjoyed it, that I was giving someone else pleasure.

I reached out, soothing Isabelle's hair. I made soft sounds, showing her that I was pleased with her, as well as that I cared for how she was after that little activity.

"I hope you liked that, Isabelle. Now, let's see what it did for you." The hand that did the spanking moved between her thighs, cupping her intimacy, feeling for any heat and dampness that may have been present. I also wanted to remind her that what was happening there was sexual in nature, and that I did have a desire to, well, fuck her silly.

 

[DarkEmpress]

His fingers lightly touch the back of my neck, my body jolting at the contact before subsiding into a relaxed hum. They slide down my spine, sending spirals of enjoyment to ebb through me as he moved lower, inexorably so. He broke contact once more and I could hear Carl move about me and coming to a standstill, his hand touching me again ... smoothing across the plains of my derriere.

I clench my eyes shut, luxuriating in the feel of his warm hand moving across me. It became a motion of movement that lulled my senses as he heated the flesh beneath ... my mind grasping at the reasoning behind it. Could it be?

Carl breaks contact once more and I can feel him move. Suddenly his hand falls on my warmed flesh and I feel the wondrous sting of pure, liquid fire searing through my body. His hand was pouring lavish spankings across my derriere and I was completely taken aback at the effect it had on me.

I found myself mewling and arching to meet every blow, my breath coming in short, hard gasps as my eyes fluttered shut, moans falling from my lips like his hand across my ass. The skin was warmed and sensitive, every cell in my body alive and racing for air.

I lost count...

He finally stopped and I found myself gasping, having to fight the urge to beg for more. Never in a million years did I think it would feel like this...

He smoothed his fingertips through my dark hair and I could hear him comforting me, the soothing tone of his voice slowly bringing me down from the incredible high. That was until his hand cupped the most intimate part of me, sending my heart rate rocketing through the roof once more, my body arching against him of its own accord.

I could not answer him, the word eluded him ... but my body did...

 

[marauder13]

The feel of her excitement against my hand was calming as it was arousing. The bad tension brought about from my fears of her reactions and my own doubts subsided, allow the much better tensions to reign. I reluctantly removed my hand, bringing it to my nose to get a better smell of her arousal.

I stood up, and walked to stand in front of her, before kneeling down in front of her. I took hold of her shoulders, and eased her into a similar kneeling position. I left go of her when she got settled, then shuffled a little closer. She was one of the most fascinating women that I knew, and she was completely naked before me, and I hadn't removed a single item of my clothing yet. But the ways things were progressing, that would not be the case for long.

Without a word, I encircled her body with my arms, pulling her into a warm embrace. I was impressed with her reactions to what I did to her and for her. It was flattering to know that I was getting her excited. There was still the question in the back of my mind - would we have sex during this session or not?

I ignored the useless line of thought as I concentrated on the feel of Isabelle's naked body pressed to mine. It would have been much better if there hadn't been a layer of cloth between us, but that layer was thin enough to allow the passage of heat, as well as a few good tactile impressions. The smell of her hair was something very appealing. It was clean, with the faintest touches of the shampoo she used. But mostly, it was her that I could smell. She smelt wonderful.

I restored her to sitting upright. I gave her a brief look before I turned my attention to her breasts. My hands started caressing them all over. The palms and the full length of my fingers glided all over them. I got a good feel for them as well as how good their fit was in my hands. Pretty much as I imagined them, but then reality always beats the imagination.

My actions then started to focus more and more on the pinnacles of her breasts. Fingers gently squeezed the nipples, while fingertips and nails danced over them. In a short period of time, the nipples were the only part being contacted. I looked back at Isabelle's eyes as my thumb and first knuckle of my forefinger locked onto the hardened flesh. Gently, but firmly, I rotated my fingers outward then inward. I didn't press to hard, nor did I twist too hard. I gave her a few seconds, then pressed a little harder and twisted a little harder. Another pause, harder grips and twists. With the pause, I leaned forward and kissed her. I held her nipples with the hard pressure as I kissed her cheeks and lips again.

"You are doing wonderfully, Isabelle. Not much longer now, and then the next step will be taken. Soon, you'll be rewarded for your patience. I promise you." I gave her one final kiss. When it ended, I let go of her nipples.

 

[DarkEmpress]

What he had just done had quite literally set my body on fire and I was still trying to catch my breath. I could hear Carl move around me, before I felt his hands on my shoulders, easing me into a sitting position while still kneeling on the floor. I was surprised to find him kneeling as well, and as my eyes met his, a poignant moment of connection echoed through the expression I found in his eyes.

He surprised me again, when he scooted closer and wrapped his arms around me.

I stiffened in his arms, simply because I didn’t quite know how to re-act. His strong and masculine arms held me gently, but firmly, against him in a warm embrace, the scent of him permeating my senses. I had not realised how tense I was until that moment. His simple yet intimate gesture was the perfect ice breaker and I melted against him.

It was one of those magical moments where it was heaven simply being here with him. My eyes fluttered shut and I relaxed against him, feeling safe and protected in his arms. My own arms crept around his waist and I rested my head on his shoulder, soaking up the warmth of his body as his breath played across my shoulder, basking in the intimacy of it. I was insanely aware of the fact that I was naked ... and he was not ... but I knew the wait would be worth it.

He let me go and I watched as his dark eyes dropped to my chest before his hands smoothed across my breasts. I breathed, soaking up the feel of him, my head rolling back slightly. He slowly worked to the sensitive nubs that adorned my soft mounds and as I finally opened my eyes, I found myself staring at him. His eyes shot up a moment before he took my nipples between his fingers, twisting them. I gasped, my breathing speeding up instantly.

I watched his calculating gaze taking note of every breath and expression on my face and I realised that he was testing my pain threshold. He did it again, but a little more forceful ... a little harder. This time I clenched my teeth together and closed my eyes, trying hard not to make a sound.

Another pause and I opened my eyes, staring at him once more ... waiting for his next move. He twisted them again, much harder this time, but then he closed the space between us and claimed my lips in a kiss that instantly melted the pain into warm pleasure. I moaned against his lips, leaning against him as he kissed my cheek and lips again and I think in that moment, it didn’t matter how hard he twisted them.

"You are doing wonderfully, Isabelle. Not much longer now, and then the next step will be taken. Soon, you'll be rewarded for your patience. I promise you,” he said, before he caught my lips and kissed me again. When he relinquished my lips, he let go of my nipples and I found myself wondering how something simple like that can drive me absolutely insane, smouldering blue eyes staring into his.

 

[marauder13]

She was just so sexy, so desirable and totally fuckable in that moment. Something washed over her from the depths of her soul that made her more than just alluring. The glow in her eyes as she looked back at me bespoke of a serious fire burning deep within her. I wondered what that fire would do to me. I pushed the question aside, and focused on more pressing matters.

"As I promised you, Isabelle, you would be rewarded." I let my hand come to rest in her chest, between the glorious orbs of flesh that had so tantalized me for so long. I let my hand slide down over he belly, my fingers turning downward as I reached her navel. My eyes remained on hers, watching her reaction to the passage of my hand. I held no illusions that she didn't know what I had planned. But it would be how I carried out that plan that she would have no inkling of.

My middle finger easily found the hood that hid the small ball of flesh that was my chosen target. But the touch applied was feather light, drifting up and down, left and right, totally at random. I observed her closely, noting every change in her face. The way her eyes looked, the pupils. The parting of her lips and the colour of her cheeks amongst many other details. I took her along the path to her peak, then paused, letting her descend. The touch was a little heavier when I resumed, and I took her a little further before pausing and letting her descend. I kept the same touch, inching her ever closer, but never granting her the release. I was rapt in the way she looked as she got more aroused. The glow and shade of her skin along with the other ways her body showed her joy. I also saw the look in her eyes. How she felt about what I was doing to her, and not allowing.

I took a grand gamble, and brought her to the very edge, holding her there with delicate, tender, tormenting touches. No matter how much she tried to move her hips, I managed to maintain the pressure as I desired it. I held her there for a few seconds, before ending her most pleasant torture. I pressed my finger against her incredibly sensitive clit, pushing her over the edge into the plane of pure bliss.

Again, when she calmed down, I wrapped my arms around her, holding her gently and firmly. I was so proud of her, and I was amazed at the trust she had shown in me. But in comforting her, it made me painfully aroused. I had not expected me to reach this point so soon. With her soft, warm body pressing against me, I slowly became lost in images of Isabelle secured by ropes, incapable of resisting my complete use of her luscious body, driving us both into a carnal frenzy that could only be sated by us both being completely exhausted and drenched in sweat.

"So... tell me Isabelle, did you like your first reward?"

 

[DarkEmpress]

"As I promised you, Isabelle, you would be rewarded."

I watched as he lifted his hand to my chest, letting it linger there for a moment. I was sure he could feel my heart hammering against his palm, before he slowly, inexorably, traced his hand down my body, lacing my skin with a soft and gentle touch that left a trail of blazing fire in its wake.

Carl reached his mark, and I could feel my body ache with need the moment he touched me. I braced my hands on the floor next to me as I clenched my eyes shut, taking a deep breath. When his finger started moving, I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips. I spread my legs wider, giving him more access and my hips moved of their own accord, finding their rhythm in the sweet seduction of my body that Carl was leading, with exquisite mastery.

My movements became more primal - more needy - as we progressed, my head rolling back, raven hair trailing down my shoulders to bounce on my derriere as I moved, my body working to get higher, deeper, further ... my breathing rasping past my lips ... my body trembling ... heat seeping from my veins as a thin layer of perspiration glistened on my skin.

He brought me to the very edge ... and then left me ... letting me freefall back to the floor, my body screaming in protest. I was gasping for air as violet blue eyes locked with his, pleading. He watched me intently, his eyes devouring me, which only made me groan frustratedly.

Carl resumed his ministrations, his touch a little more purposeful and I could instantly feel my heart hammering much needed oxygen through my body as his assault on my senses ensued. My body idolised the very tip of his finger, aching for his touch as he drove me higher than I was before, my muscles slowly contracting as he brought me closer to the pinnacle ... only to drop me again ... my system plummeting to the floor like a rock in water.

I could have cheerfully killed him.

At this stage I was sure my eyes were shooting blue sparks of desire at him. The need he evoked in me was so deep, so primal that I almost didn’t recognise the woman that was kneeling before him. She was beside herself with want, her body a vessel for his attentions. “Please, Carl,” I breathed, gooseflesh erupting across my skin at the raw need I could hear in my own voice.

The sweet torture commenced once more and he managed to propel me through the stratosphere. I was writhing before him, my body alive with need. My skin was glistening in the low light of the room, my moans falling from the walls. I was trembling violently by the time he got me to the very tip of the precipice, leaving me there to teeter precariously on the edge. My hands had latched onto my ankles, gripping so tightly my knuckles went white as every muscle in my body contracted. I was staring up at the ceiling when the world finally fell off its axis. I stopped breathing, my body counting the seconds before the first orgasm ripped through my system.

I gasped at the veritable waterfall that crashed over me, my body imploding on itself. He let me gently come down to earth before Carl gathered me up in his arms and pressed me against his warm body. I held on for dear life, my hands trembling in the incredible aftermath. An overwhelming feeling of being safe once again settling over me.

"So... tell me Isabelle, did you like your first reward?"

“No one has ever made me cum that hard before,” I breathed against his neck, luxuriating in the feel of his body against mine. He was a sex god who would torment my body and soul in an offering to Aphrodite herself, if I didn’t burn in the flames of red hot desire first.

“That was amazing,” I whispered softly against him, as I felt a bond between us slowly solidifying.

 

[marauder13]

“No one has ever made me cum that hard before.”

The touch of her breath on my neck sent a blazing wave through my body, and caused a massive eruption of goose pimples on my body. Her words carried with them a weight of emotion that was almost crushing to my ability to carry through with my plans. I held her, holding back the near frenzied desire to throw her down, and take her then and there. I knew that she would accept it, in the heat of the moment, but it was the longer term that concerned me.

'But what if I arouse her too much, and not carry through with taking her? Will she feel rejected and hurt for what I did? No. No, I have worked this out, including how to vary things for our mutual benefits.'

I managed to push the more rampant thoughts back, but the desire, more the need to do something more substantial, more intimate, with her was not going away. I really started to understand the willpower that many of the dom(me)s showed when they played with their submissives. When holding Isabelle like I was, it was so incredibly hard to restrain myself and continue with the plan, at least further than I had got by that time.

“That was amazing.”

"I am glad you thought so. But there is more to occur, and it will hopefully make that seem... sedate."

I gently lifted Isabelle upright, so she was sitting on her knees again. I leaned forward, giving her a warm, supportive kiss which was ended with a smile. I stood up, and walked over to the covered tray, picking up some of the silk rope coiled up within. I walked back, not bothering to hide it from her sight. I stopped behind Isabelle, squatting down behind her. I dropped the coil, and took both of her wrists in my hands, moving them behind her back. With care, and a slow pace, I tied her wrists together as I had practiced many times, with the help of others. The binding was firm, but never threatening her blood flow. The remainder of the rope was left loose, while I removed one of the many little plugs on the floor. It revealed a small hemisphere with an 'O' bolt in the centre. I tied the rope to the bolt, so that she could not life her arms higher than they were when I bound them.

I stood again, and moved to take my place in from of Isabelle. Without saying anything, I pulled down the zipper on my trousers, and freed my painfully trapped erection. I was fully hard from what we had done together, and the tip was glistening with the precum that had leaked earlier. Even with his appendage sticking straight out in front of her, there was no way that Isabelle could reach it with her hands anchored the way they were.

I slowly stoked my cock, occasionally causing more precum to leak. "Now, Isabelle, you have been rewarded quite well, as you have mentioned. I do believe that it is my turn to be rewarded. If you had the choice, Isabelle, how would you reward your Sir for all the pleasures he has given you?" I knew how hard to press, and how fast to go to maintain my current level of arousal, and not cause me to peak too early. But I couldn't help but wonder what Isabelle was thinking as she sat there, aroused, bound with my cock almost staring her in the face. I hoped that she would say something along the lines of wanting to suck it. If not, well, there would be other things I would do to reward myself.