Voice me, breathe me.

[Betticus]

To the one that said I could not talk dirty enough to her to turn her on. To the one that said stop in under a minute. To the one that asked for a challenge and instead got something completely unexpected.


I touched you barely, gently as I brushed aside your hair. My lips close to your ear, your skin, your heat. I close my eyes and take in a slow breath, I relax my voice so it will be deep and clear and low. You feel my warm words begin to flow against your skin and into your mind. Gentle words given to you in a slow cadence, letting my hot breath caress your skin. My mind is clean and unfettered, I want only to feel that which you can bear to let me feel. Your body close against mine, your sighs and gasps reaching into me and releasing the pain inside me with your pleasure. I move closer to you and tell you to open your eyes and stand in front of me. I look deeply into you as you realize that this will be different, not what you had thought you had coming. No crass vulgarity, no guttoral sickness spewing from me for you to latch upon and hate. I whisper sweet caresses to your neck, your cheek, your lips as I tell you with my words where I wish my lips had actually touched and not just the air that I breathe. I smell you, your perfume and your skin combined into an intoxicating drug that fuels a fire within me that burnt low so long ago. I gaze into your eyes, letting the passion that flows withing me well to the surface, glazed over and lost in the moment. I slip further within myself, to feel more. You shiver, fear and curiosity and want slipping past the defenses you had prepared for me. Thinking that I was one of the inept boys you normally play with. I tell you to unbutton that top button of your shirt, the one that allows only a bit of the swell of your breasts show. You hesitate but I remind you of the challenge you made to me. The button parts and you open a little of yourself to me. I look at your beauty and I drink it in. The words once again begin to flow. I tell you what I feel inside. I can feel the warmth of you against my mouth as I let my breath caress you as I speak. I want desperately to touch you but that was not our rule, only words. As I drink you in and share my need with you the buttons give way under your own shaking hands, your shirt falls to the floor to pool around your feet hardly noticed. I talk to your body as my mind moves through the things that I want to do to you. As I share the intimate caresses that I wish I could steal. Your skin tightens in the coolness of the room and the contrasting heat of my words and my breath. Your bra I say, take it off as I cannot stand to not see you. It falls under the sway of my tongue not touching your skin. Your perfect breasts, the sight of them so close to me yet bound away from me by our challenge. You watch me as I caress them in my mind, as I taste your flesh in my waking dream. You wait for me to break. As my mouth parts and closes over your stiff nipple only to stop a words length from your flesh. A breath on your skin I tell you how I would lick and tease you if only I could. I talk to your body as if I were you lover, allowing not a single touch. You breathe faster as I slowly make love to your skin, down your belly and across your ribs. Around to your back and up to your shoulders. Goosebumps on your skin as I bite into your neck only in both of our minds now, you sigh. A hint of a gasp and you are mine. Your mind seized by my own wanton desire. I step away and tell you to follow and you do. Unable to resist your own curious lust. To my bedroom where you strip for me as I talk to you. Revealing your most wondrous gift to me that I can not take part in, cannot relish and know. Lie on my bed on your back and relax, breathe deeply and open yourself to me. You do as I ask. Close your eyes and raise your arms above your head and lie still, release all of the tension in your body and lie in a limp semblance of pornographic slumber. You obey. I talk again with my breath and my mouth nearly upon your body. I move above you and inside you, I speak words of fire and need to your wetness. Your slick and flowing need showing me your thoughts. I tell you what I won't do to you and feel for you. How I desperately want to press my hardness into your body, to feel everything that you can make me feel. Your heat slick and tight wrapping me in dazzling sensation so that my mind can no longer make sense of it. Moving with you and into you deeper and deeper until I fill you with all of me. Everything that I am at this moment inside you. Your moans and gasps fill me with ever increasing heat, my body tense and aching for the release that I wish for. I move above you further and gaze at your belly, at the place just beneath the surface of you where I most want to be buried length and girth fully into you. Telling you how I would harden and swell inside you, I let my voice begin to break now. My need too intense to control it anymore. Touch yourself where I cannot, please. Open yourself and let me see more of you, the part of you where I need to be. Where I am man to your woman. Your eyes closed, lips parted and panting you touch yourself. Your fingers gently parting your flesh so that I may devour you with my eyes and your scent sends me reeling with dizzyness. I stroke your clit with my words as you mimic me with your fingers. Gasping loudly now, lost in the web that I have woven about your mind. I tell you how the pressure is building with you and your back arches off of my bed. Your lovely body writhing under your own hands. Squeezing and teasing your breasts with your other hand now without even being told. I tell you how I would pant and sweat and labor above you, pounding into with pure need. You shudder. I tell you how I would cum inside you, deeply pounding even faster and harder than I thought I ever could. You break over the peak with me as I scream with you in release. Slick with sweat and gasping for air your ride the ebbing peaks of your orgasm with me leading with my voice. Your body limp with release underneath me. I look up into your eyes, unfocused and weary and satisfied I smile and you smile with me and laugh. Never having expected this from me or from yourself. I savor the moment and begin to close the doors that I had opened for you. Retreating back within myself as you begin to realize with shock and disappointment what is happening. I bring you your clothes and help you to dress, never losing my small and gentle smile. You reel in confusion but that is okay. I know what happened. A part of you belongs to me now. In a way you lost the challenge and in a way we both won. The days are endless now as I hug you gently and take you home to ponder what has happened.

Maybe you shouldn't have stopped me so early before. Were you so fearful of what I, your friend was able to make you feel so intensely and so quickly? We will never know.

 

[graceanne]

*sigh*

 

[Betticus]

*sigh*

Did you miss me? I was hoping that you would be around to read that. It's been a long time since I wrote anything sensual. I just hope that this one is not crap.

 

[graceanne]

Did you miss me? I was hoping that you would be around to read that. It's been a long time since I wrote anything sensual. I just hope that this one is not crap.

I love it when you get creative.

 

[caela]

Betticus, that was beautiful! I hope the next time you are in whatever mood inspired that loveliness you will again come and share it with us. Would you mind if I saved myself a copy please?

 

[shy slave]

*whimpers*

 

[Betticus]

Betticus, that was beautiful! I hope the next time you are in whatever mood inspired that loveliness you will again come and share it with us. Would you mind if I saved myself a copy please?

I don't mind if anyone would like to save a copy of this. Especially you Caela.

It's been a long time since I've done much thinking about light sensual control but I always seem to come back to this aspect of me. It is my absolute favorite.

I think that the best person out there for me would be one who prefers sensuality instead of pain. Not that I can't give or even enjoy giving her a little bit of pain in a non damaging way but it would have to be for a good reason. If she liked it or needed it from me. I like the biting and scratching and a little rough play just like anyone does but there are so many different aspects to life and partnership that one shouldn't obsess on one thing.

I do hold doors for ladies you know. I am a polite person and get along with just about everyone until someone mistreats a woman.

I think I need a sensual, demure submissive who can be polite in public and well behaved but who can at the same time tease me a little and be a touch bratty. Pouty. In a fun way.

 

[caela]

I don't mind if anyone would like to save a copy of this. Especially you Caela.

It's been a long time since I've done much thinking about light sensual control but I always seem to come back to this aspect of me. It is my absolute favorite.

I think that the best person out there for me would be one who prefers sensuality instead of pain. Not that I can't give or even enjoy giving her a little bit of pain in a non damaging way but it would have to be for a good reason. If she liked it or needed it from me. I like the biting and scratching and a little rough play just like anyone does but there are so many different aspects to life and partnership that one shouldn't obsess on one thing.

I do hold doors for ladies you know. I am a polite person and get along with just about everyone until someone mistreats a woman.

I think I need a sensual, demure submissive who can be polite in public and well behaved but who can at the same time tease me a little and be a touch bratty. Pouty. In a fun way.

Thank you! I think I read it through three times before I posted and couple afterward. It's a much more enticing fantasy (imo) than many I've read revolving around pain. There's something much more intimate in the way you breath your words over her skin but never actually touch her. ~shivers~ Lovely, just lovely.

 

[Betticus]

Thank you! I think I read it through three times before I posted and couple afterward. It's a much more enticing fantasy (imo) than many I've read revolving around pain. There's something much more intimate in the way you breath your words over her skin but never actually touch her. ~shivers~ Lovely, just lovely.

I like the disappointment in the end, the bit of confusion.

 

[Xelebes]

Betticus - as beautiful as it may be, I hope you come around to edit it and separate it into paragraphs. I hate gigantic blobs of text on a computer screen. It makes the text literally unreadable.

 

[littlegirlslut]

beautiful. and hot. and wet. and beautifl.

 

[TaintedB]

I like the disappointment in the end, the bit of confusion.

Some women would get very mad if you played a game like that with them. But then, she did play a game with you first. Nicely written, and I don't mind the one big paragraph at all!

 

[FurryFury]

Great stuff!

I know my words and these are great!

*kisses and hugs*

Fury

 

[ethereal~minx]

that is absolutely breathtaking...Betticus, i prefer sensuality over physical pain as well...disciplinary spanking aside *grin*


mmm~ you're my kinda dom!!!
thankyou for sharing

 

[Betticus]

that is absolutely breathtaking...Betticus, i prefer sensuality over physical pain as well...disciplinary spanking aside *grin*


mmm~ you're my kinda dom!!!
thankyou for sharing

In the story though, part of the punishment for the challenge is learning of her own submissiveness. The other part is learning of her own inability to please me fully, sexually unless I allow it.

Being a submissive is one thing but being denied the opportunity to please your man after he has given you such a wonderful gift. Knowing that you took and did not give for a submissive. When I've done this kind of thing in the past with my ex, she would cry herself to sleep. It was a kind of shameful agony for her when I would not let her make me cum. Even if I had fucked her to the point of exhaustion, she still wanted desperately to feel me cum inside her. Knowing that I would suffer the lack of release was enough. Experiencing it overcame her.

 

[TaintedB]

In the story though, part of the punishment for the challenge is learning of her own submissiveness. The other part is learning of her own inability to please me fully, sexually unless I allow it.

Being a submissive is one thing but being denied the opportunity to please your man after he has given you such a wonderful gift. Knowing that you took and did not give for a submissive. When I've done this kind of thing in the past with my ex, she would cry herself to sleep. It was a kind of shameful agony for her when I would not let her make me cum. Even if I had fucked her to the point of exhaustion, she still wanted desperately to feel me cum inside her. Knowing that I would suffer the lack of release was enough. Experiencing it overcame her.

While I suppose that lesson is a good one to learn if you are a sub woman who is overly proud of her ability to control men via their gonads, what is the point of doing such a thing to someone who clearly knows that any half-decent maledom can control their urges (some of us have run into your sort before; they aren't common, but they aren't that rare, either) or to a woman who'd experienced it before from you and got the point. It sounds kind of mean, almost like getting revenge on one particular woman for all the cold sexless bitches who've done this same thing to you in the past. If you don't like it when this sexual coldness comes from a woman toward you, why inflict it on someone who is submissive to you (and, I would assume, not playing the ice princess and expressing normal desire for you)? Repeated rejection is unerotically cruel and hard to take, no matter what end of the sexual equation you are on.

 

[Betticus]

While I suppose that lesson is a good one to learn if you are a sub woman who is overly proud of her ability to control men via their gonads, what is the point of doing such a thing to someone who clearly knows that any half-decent maledom can control their urges (some of us have run into your sort before; they aren't common, but they aren't that rare, either) or to a woman who'd experienced it before from you and got the point. It sounds kind of mean, almost like getting revenge on one particular woman for all the cold sexless bitches who've done this same thing to you in the past. If you don't like it when this sexual coldness comes from a woman toward you, why inflict it on someone who is submissive to you (and, I would assume, not playing the ice princess and expressing normal desire for you)? Repeated rejection is unerotically cruel and hard to take, no matter what end of the sexual equation you are on.

Why would it have to be baggage from a previous relationship or relationships?

 

[TaintedB]

Why would it have to be baggage from a previous relationship or relationships?

I didn't say there was baggage from another relationship. I asked why, if you wouldn't like this sort of hurtful rejective thing done to you, would you do it to others?

 

[ethereal~minx]

In the story though, part of the punishment for the challenge is learning of her own submissiveness. The other part is learning of her own inability to please me fully, sexually unless I allow it.

Being a submissive is one thing but being denied the opportunity to please your man after he has given you such a wonderful gift. Knowing that you took and did not give for a submissive. When I've done this kind of thing in the past with my ex, she would cry herself to sleep. It was a kind of shameful agony for her when I would not let her make me cum. Even if I had fucked her to the point of exhaustion, she still wanted desperately to feel me cum inside her. Knowing that I would suffer the lack of release was enough. Experiencing it overcame her.

the feelings you evoke --deeply hurt my heart. it's all about learning is it not. what if He began without that challenge and she didn't particularly enjoy it.... maybe she wanted to avoid the potential tragedy of bruising this man's ego--- and hurting herself by being less than truthful about her enjoyment.

it hurts to be denied and it hurts to fall asleep crying. and it hurts to be told it was not submissive to have these reservations and then be punished for it when it is then realized the reservations were unfounded. maybe i'd learn...but i may also feel betrayed and misunderstood.

 

[Betticus]

Being with her was enough for me. Not all satisfaction culminates in ejaculation. I explained it to her several times that for me it was not all about sex even though I am pretty much a sex addict. Sometimes I didn't want to orgasm, I just wanted to exhaust her and myself and sleep with her. I was always overwhelmingly content.

I merely added the mind fuck for you ladies to mull over. I still learn a lot from you girls. Maybe I just learned that to deny someones basic nature and to make them doubt themselves becomes abuse.

With her though, in her arms. It was the only place where I ever felt that I was home. The way I see it, I was homeless before I met her even though I always had a place where I lived. And now I'm homeless again. Just deep inside.

 

[FurryFury]

Being with her was enough for me. Not all satisfaction culminates in ejaculation. I explained it to her several times that for me it was not all about sex even though I am pretty much a sex addict. Sometimes I didn't want to orgasm, I just wanted to exhaust her and myself and sleep with her. I was always overwhelmingly content.

I merely added the mind fuck for you ladies to mull over. I still learn a lot from you girls. Maybe I just learned that to deny someones basic nature and to make them doubt themselves becomes abuse.

With her though, in her arms. It was the only place where I ever felt that I was home. The way I see it, I was homeless before I met her even though I always had a place where I lived. And now I'm homeless again. Just deep inside.

Dayum!

Betticus!

You make me wanna cry.

You have a beautiful way with words!

*kiss*

Fury

 

[Betticus]

Dayum!

Betticus!

You make me wanna cry.

You have a beautiful way with words!

*kiss*

Fury

You make me blush.

 

[snowy ciara]

sighing and standing in the cold shower line

 

[Betticus]

sighing and standing in the cold shower line

You can come and use my shower. I have lots of hot water and the coolest Winnie the Pooh shower curtain.

And big, fluffy towels too.

 

[snowy ciara]

I bet you use that shower and curtains to attract subs...