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By *uzy444 OP Woman
over a year ago
in the suffolk countryside |
At Sir's Pleasure.
"Kitty, Sir wants you!"
I hear and i am roused from my doze on my soft . white, deep, sheepskin rug by the fire. I am toasty warm and drowsy. i wear long black socks up to my thighs, finger-less velvet gloves on my hands, a leather breast harness and black velvet crotch-less, hot pants, with my tail, in its usual position. tucked safely and securely into my ass.
i slowly rise up onto all fours and stretch, before moving deliberately towards Sir.i reach his feet and raise my eyes under my lashes keeping my head down, submissive, yet alert to his instructions..
"Kitty stretch" he states quietly.i immediately go down on my knees, legs parted and concave my back, hands behind my back and clasped together, so that my breasts in their harness protrude further than ever, their fullness held tight, but with access unfettered, and my large as yet, flat nipples forward, directly, openly for his visual pleasure.
I stretch my neck back, deepening the curve in my spine, so Sir has access to my throat and neck if he wants it, and my eyes are averted from seeing what he is going to do next... and I wait....
"That is a nice stretch, Kitty" he says softly and my groin tightens, at his vocal praise.
He leans forward from his chair, and strokes my hair, gently placing my stray locks that are hanging in front of me, over my shoulders, before he runs his fingers down over my throat to the top of my chest. He spends some time there, feeling i am guessing the softness of my skin, warm and plump..
My breathing changes and my heat rate quickens, as his touch continues, he gives me pleasure, even with his finger tips, i am humbled and grateful.
At length, he takes his hands away and i have a shiver of anticipation...he takes both of my nipples at once. into his hands and starts to rub them, to make them hard.
He pulls and tugs them periodically, sometimes together, sometimes independently of each other, sending hot fire down into my groin, to where, they seem to be wired.
Leisurely, he toys with them, sometimes letting them go, so my breasts bounce for him, before he draws his fingernails from the inside edges of the harness, towards the centre of my flesh and, starts to play with them again.....
i mewl, when he attends me and i mewl, when he lets go. I am at his mercy, and, he and i both know it. The delicious torture continues and I enter altered state. I am his plaything and, I am at his service.
"Take those shorts off" he says in a stern tone, breaking the spell momentarily. I comply. Slipping my hands to my sides, to ease them down over my hips and thighs, leaving my tail in its rightful place. as they fall to my knees. i start to shift forward, to crawl out of them. To leave me waist downwards bare and naked, before him.
"Wait" I am told, and I freeze, not knowing what to do next, my head heavy, from my moving it to an floor gazing position, my eyes closed, through my arousal.
"Kitty stretch" he commands and i return to my original position, hands returning behind my back, harness now feeling like iron bands around my chest and my breasts. They once again aim forward, hard, full, angular, throbbing.
I make my head rise and fall back again and my lips dry, part, my eyes stay shut as i do.
And then I feel him move, and his hand, sweeps across my belly and I nearly sway. He doesn't react to my unsteadiness, just sweeps his hands down my sides and across my belly just above my pubic mound once again. I catch myself, before a groan escapes my lips, but cannot help myself, when he runs his finger tips, first one way and then the other, over my hip bones and across and down, over my inner thighs.
" Shh Kitty" he says..but he does it again and, my teeth go to bite my lip. The exquisite sensations he is inducing in my body, threaten to take me over, I want to beg him to touch me, but I know that i should not. I am for his pleasure, not my own, and, he has not asked any questions of me yet.
He breaks the silence yet again...
"Back to your mat Kitty Sub, that is enough for now". I almost go limp, as I let the tension of my muscles go, letting my head raise and fall, once again, to face the floor. My arms, take me onto all fours. I breathe, there is a fire in my groin, that has been ignited and stoked, way past the point of being comfortable, the throbbing everywhere, makes me a little unsteady, as I turn slowly round, obediently going back to, in front of the fire. My frustration would be my own, to deal with.
I reach the mat, my shorts having come off my legs on the way and, I lie down on my side towards the fire, grateful for the warmth on my skin, but wondering how I was to put the fire on the inside, back under control.
Starting to breath into relaxation, the feeling did not relent, especially as my the tops of my legs rubbed together as they found a comfortable position. The under one straight, while the top leg bent over it, keeping my bottom tilted up from the ground, the most comfortable position i could find for tail, my aroused sex and my now stiff legs.
I feel the warm, soft rug beneath me, and I allow my mind to go blank, although the sensations in my body made it feel full and vibrant.
I don't know how long I stayed like this, perhaps Sir was displeased with me, then through the sensations I feel him draw closer to my side. He seems to be on the rug with me, kneeling, sitting, I did not know.
Silently, he pulls my top leg towards him. I feel a strap be placed around my thigh, I let him take the full weight of my leg. He pushes my ankle towards my buttock and i feel the second part of the strap, be attached to it.
"Roll, Kitty", he instructs.
I roll towards him, anticipation rising, maybe he hasn't finished with me yet. As my legs part, rolling onto my back, I hoped that he was not.
He slips another strap, around the thigh of my other leg, now free for him to move and set in place. He sees fit, to again secure my ankle, brought against my thigh, to the strapping's, firm grip.
"Spread, kitty" he commanded me, and I let my knees flop open, exposing myself to his gaze.
I felt my pussy lips part, and i was open and vulnerable to him, once more. The air on my most sensitive region, heightening once again the ache i was feeling within. It flamed again, deep inside my groin.
"My kitty". he stated.
"You are mine, and i shall use you for my pleasure, is that understood?"
"Yes Sir". I whispered.
"You may not cum unless i say" he spoke softly but which that air of authority. I loved so much.
"Do you understand, Kitty, you may not cum?"
" Yes Sir, I understand Sir, Thank you Sir" I replied.
"Who are you, kitty?" he asked.
" I am Sir's sub and kitty, Sir" i responded.
" You are indeed, and what mustn't you do?" he asked.
" I must not cum, without your permission, Sir" I replied quietly.
" That is right. Because you are mine, and your pleasure is mine to command, to take and to leave, as i see fit" he said gruffly.
"Yes Sir, Thank you sir" I replied.
He started to rub my belly, in slow circular movements as he sat next to my fully exposed body, my full tits being pressed upwards in their trappings, were now hardening and straining upwards. His touch, slow and methodical was designed to make me squirm, to make me want to beg him to touch me all over..but I stay silent, it is not my place to ask.
He once more, started playing with my nipples and in my exposed state, flat on my back, legs fully open from my hips, feet touching sole to sole, i couldn't not help but moan, as he make them pucker, elongate and harden, all in a matter of seconds. I arched myself a little, making my pleasure be known to him.
As a response, he suddenly withdrew and I was left , nipples and mounds, straining for the sky. A pause and then 'thwack', his crop hit one of them firmly. I gasped involuntarily. The stinging, made me slump, but automatically, without precognition I was straining upwards again.
Sir strikes me again, this time across my other nipple. I moan out loud, as it sends electrical pulses, through my body.
He knows exactly what he is doing, the pauses as irregular as his strokes, making me oblivious to anything but the waiting, and then the response to, his attentions. It continues and my breasts, warm and smart and throb for him...
I feel him trace with the tip of his instrument of choice, all the way down the middle of my body. Lightly, oh so softly, he sinks, over my sternum, down across my stomach, until it is resting, stationary, over my pubic mound and sex.
The hiatus, between him raising the crop and bringing it down sharply across my vulva, seemed like a lifetime, as he holds me and my focus firm on him, on his control of me.
My clitoris starts to throb, I feel myself soak from the inside. Then he does it again, and again, now rhythmical, bringing the blood to the surface, making me engorge and pout for him between my thighs. Every nerve fiber craving more after each one. The build up to a forbidden crescendo growing, purposefully, my body is betraying me.
I cannot recall one stroke from another , its sending me spinning and i am at his mercy. My moans and groans are not of my own volition and i am losing myself in rising rapture. I can hear my heart beat in my ears, and husky gasps and groans, seem to come from another throat, rather than my own.
Then it is finished and he is rubbing his fingers all over between my thighs. I feel him methodically explore all of the area, with the flatness of his hand, he does not probe, yet i feel the pressure moving my insides, as he enjoys the fullness and thickness, of my now plump lips, which shamelessly pout for him and the sounds of my wetness being spread by him are audible in the room.
i am being drawn upwards, edged, slowly lured towards a goal i am not allowed.
As soon as i long for the pressure to deepen, for him, to find his way inside me, in any and all ways, he changes the direction, rhythm or aspect of his touch.. he pinches my lips, pulls them apart, rubs the whole area or slowly strokes me fron to back or back to front, working my body into a frenzy. A frenzy he feeds or starves according to his will.
I know my sticky juices must be all over his fingers, Sometimes he is at my entrance hovering and sometimes, he is over my hood...
The tirade of different sensations becomes too much. I start to beg for him to take me and let me cum, over and over.
I need him to penetrate me, for him to take me by his own body, for him to feel my total surrender to him.
"Breathe for me, sub" he states.
" You may not cum, for your pleasure, is at my bidding"
i attempt to breathe deeper, but it now doesn't help the overwhelming waves of sensation that he keeps delivering.
He does not stop, he will not stop, until he has had, all his pleasure, out of me.
I do not notice, as he moves between my legs, but, as he grips my legs and brings them to my chest, I am all his to own.
"Hold yourself" he prompts quietly. I wrap my arms around my knees, almost bringing my ass off of the floor, pointing myself at him. for him, wide now and gaping, inviting his cock into me..a trickle of my juices escapes me, i can feel it slowly descend, over my inner thigh.
i can hear him release himself from his clothing, and soon, his tip, is being stroked along my crevice and i thank him profusely for its presence.. he is warm and hard and i wait, for its, and my deliverance.
And it comes, hard and deep and i call out loudly, he withdraws almost fully, before plunging my depths again..
He repeats the move and i see stars.
"You may not cum!" he repeats firmly, through his own now ragged breathing. I hold onto my mind, by a tenuous thread, the mantra 'i must not cum', i repeat silently, over and over, as i struggle to keep my desire to climax, at bay.
He moves faster now, delving into me, working himself into his own pace, for his own ultimate satisfaction.
His balls slapping against my perineum and the base of my tail. He takes me, ravishing me, owning me. He grows harder and harder, and i can feel his release is near..
I hear myself start to beg to cum again, over and over and when he is ready, he shouts at me to cum for him. I cry out loudly, as i let myself go on his consent, thrashing wildly within my bonds, as he explodes, into the very deepest part of me.
i erupt around him and he still moves, his true sound ringing out his pleasure and release, and i am gone, lost in the glorious release of his making. I burst again and again in waves, that have no time to reach the shore, before the next one hits, I cry out again and again, my thanks to him and I empty myself to him. for him. Totally free now to indulge, in my craving of him...
As my shuddering continues, I feel him release the straps from my ankles, while he is still inside me. Then he withdraws and I moan, not wanting him to leave me. I am not yet replete. He reaches down and pulls at my tail, and quite suddenly, i am flooded with pleasure again, as another orgasm hits me, this time bubbling from another part of me, deeper, more primal and raw, fulfilling another need in me. I am totally spent, by the time he removes it completely. He moves, to lie behind me on the rug, and and we lie together, close, panting and bathed in our glow, as we wait, to come back to earth. |
xx
eve
i want more! 
