 |
By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
|
Someone asked "what's the first thing you'd get your Sub to do?" to which I replied (with permission) love the naivety of short erotica, I doubt my efforts are much different! The person I sent it to was quite happy with it, so I figure it may please others. Absolutely not a kiss and tell, just a scenario I conjured for another person's pleasure.
********************************
I’m not into degradation or forced behaviour, I see being a Dom simply as being the one with the map at that point in the journey. As a Dom I could adopt the role of a Personal Trainer, you would need to wear appropriate clothing to work out, swim or cycle. Everything is designed to pleasure, but it needs to be earned, everything is thinly veiled as work out, allow me your humility. After a basic warm up you would put you on an e bike or indoor spinner and get your legs working until you build up a sweat….and when your turn your legs to jelly, force you into forward, racing position on the bike so I can feel you, sit you up so I can feel myself between the seat and your bum, I’m hard, your wet, fun times…I would also see if, and how far you can ride with a butt plug , see if you can keep you cadence if If massaging your tits and playing with your nipples from behind you...
After a good work out, you need to warm down, a good trainer is aware of muscle fatigue and no-one should escape, for normal Pts this just means more work, but for me this where the fun starts.. Starting with you on your front I work hot oils into your thighs and bum, deep tissue proper massage, building up to me finding an excuse to tie your hands and feet, leaving spread-eagled and expecting more. and more would come, over and over again….
*****
Now you are captive, laid out in front of me and bound to the four posts of a bed. You can hardly move your legs from the workout, and relax while I work my way up from your calves to your thighs, adding more and more oils to your skin. Again, I find excuses and have placed my hands into a pair of gloves, reasoning that the oils are a bit too much for my skin, and I need them to be clean. Above you now, not touching you with what has become engorged but keeping to my gloved hand. It make its way just past the upper thigh, your skin is saturated with the oil, there is no resistance as my fingers investigate every corner of you, hidden behind the fabric, slowly, methodically, you twitch...I know you're close….I back off….cover you again with the thin, shiny layer and let you hope for few moments . … seconds later the soft sensation of your butt plug is felt on you cheek, I move your garment to the side, it takes little effort to find it’s way in if you take it slowly and build up the sensation, again I cover you over but pull everything in tight, your clothing is in there, like swimwear, it rubs against you clit when you squirm about, you can feel the pug putting pressure on you and now you again feel my hands, on your breasts. I draw circles with the tips of my fingers around you nipple, they jump to attention, I cannot resist the urge to lick softly, bite gently and so close to your heartbeat I can hear it, see you vibrating in every beat, one hand falls over your body down to the seat of the fire and again you are thrown wide open to my hands’ caress.
The rhythm builds like a song, no recollection of time is present but each heart beat draws you closer to something further away for consciousness, fire is like ice is like electricity in your body, flowing from down to out from inside to up, so tense but so relaxed, eyes rolled and toes curled, there are moments you are gone, moments you wander away in the bliss…but the final moment arrives with you taking me, with one hand pulling your garment aside and the other, still gloved pushing hard down on your legs, while I push myself into you slowly, re-positioning my self to re-explore you with each push, I let go of your clothes, they snap back against you, it’s a surprise for you clit that you didn’t mind, you can feel I’m close, see that I’m unable to hold myself and I lunge my cock, sopping wet with the juices from your pussy, at your breasts. This action makes the fabric push against your clit, and reminds you there’s a plug in there, I come, into your oily tits and up your neck, your final shudders combine with my final gasp…my juices flow off your breasts and round your neck, the massage starts up again and you begin to wonder, when will the end?........................... |
