It started out with a story he shared with me. A story of a submissive meeting "Him" for the first time. The sounds, the sensations, the feelings, the anticipation of what was to come. He shared the story with me in bits and pieces. Teasing me. Building my desire. Then he asked, "Do you want to play a game?" Not good at games, but competitive all the same, I agreed. Turns out it was a game of word association. He was to give a word and I would give the first one that came to my mind. He was in control completely as we played the game for perhaps an hour. The words ranged from innocent to explicit with a few that I didn't even know thrown in for good measure. What would you say if someone told you to name a word for DP? After explaining what that meant (double penetration for those who may not know), the words that came to my mind were full and glorious. However, the rules were clear, I was to name the first word that came to mind and in this case, it was full. As the game continued, the heat and moisture between my legs continued to grow. I let him know, but I was instructed not to touch. Frustrating! However, wanting to be a good girl, I behaved. I like instructions. Crave them in fact. I let him know again that I was squirming as the game slowed... He told me to let him know when I reached the point that I was ready to have a woman lick me and suck my nipples. That made me more wet and made me reach that level of arousal where I needed release (any way I could get it). Needing to cum, he asked me if he were to let me get off, would I do it the way he told me to do so. Desperate, I agreed. Who would have thought what he would come up with to help me reach that peak... His instructions were clear. I was to find an open door, kneel and straddle the door as I grasped the knob, pulling myself close to the door so that my clit was pressed along the flat of the door. Could I do it? Would I do it? I wanted, no, I needed to cum. Taking a deep breath and being threatened if I didn't go do it now, that he might change his mind, I took a deep breath again and scanned the house to see which door I would use. Walking into the laundry room, I looked at the door, the knob, and the floor. Taking yet another deep breath and slightly shaking my head in disbelief, I lowered myself to the ground to my knees, spreading them slightly and then scooting forward. This seemed like it was going to be tougher than I thought. Getting the right angle was going to be a challenge as I grasped the door knob and pulled myself tight against the door. Leaning back, the slight pressure caused me to get a little breathless. Needing to cum and not wanting to disappoint him at the same time, I used the knob to control how I moved against the door. It didn't take much. The naughtiness, the mental game, the need between my legs flamed up even more as I threw my head back and got a little dizzy. It was then that I felt that familiar feeling, my muscles contracting on their own, spasming. It took little time to reach that peak. Yet, I wasn't satisfied. I'm still not satisfied. I want/need more. Will he let me cum again? I don't know.... Perhaps after making this post I will know. I do know I will get a reward once this is up. A reward I'm looking forward to immensely. The story continues, but where will it go? That's for him to tell me... I can't wait to find out.
This is a true story.
This is a true story.
