How Obedient Are You?

This is a huge departure from my normal style and content. I am not a Dom, although I do confess to very dominant tendencies when in the right company. This story is a tale of imagination based on the desires of a woman I know and respect very much, and as such it is dedicated to her. You know who you are baby. Thank you for the inspiration love and caring. Enjoy.

I have called you and you have come. You’re wearing a short skirt, a tank top, hose, and high heels. You look fucking sexy baby and you know it. I slide my arm around you and pull you close for a long deep kiss. Our tongues duel and my hands drift over your gorgeous ass and back. I draw back and with a sweep of my arm, invite you in. You walk in confidently and take a seat on the couch. Crossing your legs your skirt rides up revealing the tops of your stockings and the strap of one garter. That’s one question answered. My cock skyrockets into full hardness. You know I love stockings. I walk over to the shelves and pour you a Bourbon. Not a word has been spoken yet.

We both know why you are here. You want to know what it feels like to be controlled. To have everything taken from your control and to be used. You aren’t looking for a Dom, and I’m not looking for a sub. We both want to see what this will be like. Your preparation for this day has been extensive. A complete shave was what I told you and it will be a matter of time before I see how well you have followed instructions. I also ordered you to have a session with your douche and enema bag. I want both holes fresh and clean for the coming event.

I move to the stereo and put on a compilation disc. Lives’ “Lightning Crashes” drifts from the speakers softly. I pull a chair over in front of you and sit down looking into your eyes. I take a sip from my Scotch then put my glass down beside me.

Reaching forward I place a hand on each of your knees and still looking into your eyes, slowly but firmly uncross and spread your legs. I sit there for a moment until you relax and accept what is happening, then when I see you smile I slowly run my hands up the outside of your thighs. Your breathing deepens and gets a bit erratic as my hands roam up past your stocking tops and onto your warm bare flesh. You shift nervously, not knowing what I have in mind for you. Not knowing what I want to do to and with you. You know that I would never hurt you baby so that gives you a measure of reassurance. Still… you wonder. All you know is that before you leave my house this day, I will have rocked you with as many orgasms as you can handle.

You moan and your breath catches as my thumbs brush tantalisingly close to your moistening cunt. Your hips writhed forward to try for the contact you wanted so desperately. I could feel the heat radiating off your heated cunt and could begin to smell your sweet scent of arousal. I ached to drop down between your lovely thighs and bury my face in your hot pussy, licking and sucking on your hot wet lips and clit through the G String I know you are wearing. I maintain eye contact with you as my fingers tease the inside of your thighs. Your gorgeous eyes are wide open and your chin is lowered. I know this expression well. It is one you unconsciously slip into when you are turned on… when you want to be fucked hard.

I take my hands from your legs and sit back, grabbing my drink as I do. I take a leisurely mouthful as I do, then sit back on my seat and stare steadily at you. You haven’t moved but you look puzzled. Finally I speak.

“Do you want to get fucked Baby? Do you want my hard cock in your hot, wet, and tight, cunt love?” I said it as gently as I could. “Do you want me to strip you naked and tie you to my bed then fuck you until you scream?”

You swallow and nod.

“I want you to answer Kitten. I want you to ask me to fuck you baby.” I sit calmly and take another drink. Inside I am as nervous as hell. We have done the domination thing before but never like this. This will be a real test for both of us.

“Fuck me honey… please.” You drop your head again, legs still spread and for the first time I look between them. I can see a wet patch on the crotch of your G String, which is clinging to the open lips of your cunt. I suppress a happy smile when I notice the G is the one that I bought you a few weeks earlier. My cock is painfully hard now but the way I am sitting means that you can’t see it.

As my gaze travels up your body, I see your nipples, as hard as erasers, making large indentations in the front of your singlet top. I lean forward again and stare into your eyes.

“Today Kitten I am going to control you. I’m going to use you for my pleasure, and if you are good, I am going to make you come so hard you’ll black out. Relax baby and drink your drink… you’re going to need it.” You moan and squirm in your seat then lean to pick up your glass with a shaking hand. You take a large swallow of your Bourbon, and when I light a smoke, you follow suit. I want you as relaxed as possible. Only then will you be able to enjoy what we are going to be doing. We sat quietly for a while smoking and drinking and just chatting about everyday things. You’re relaxing more and more but to keep you on edge sexually I lean over occasionally and roll a nipple or stroke your thigh. My cock is hard enough to pound nails… I need release.

I finish my drink, stub out my cigarette and stand up. I take one step toward you and all of a sudden, my bulging cock is separated from your lips by only an inch and one layer of cloth. You know it’s time. You moan and stub out your smoke, placing your glass on the table at the same time. I grab a fistful of your hair.

“Take my cock out Kitten.” The tone of my voice leaves no doubt in your mind that you are going to do what I tell you… what I order you… to do. You reach out with a trembling hand and unzip me. Reaching inside you grasp my rock hard cock, gasping at the feel of it, and pull it out into the open. Looking up at me, you slowly stroke it as only you can do. Your breathing is ragged as you lick your lips and look back at my rock hard shaft and the purple head bobbing in your grasp just inches from your lips.

Still holding your hair, I reach down with my free hand and take my cock from your grip. You moan and look back up at my eyes, wondering if you have done something wrong. I keep the smile I am feeling to myself as I drag my cock across your face. As the head slides over your lips your tongue darts out trying to pull my cock into your mouth. I deny your demand and instead lightly slap your face with my hard cock. This shocks and surprises you. Your eyes open wide and you moan. I slap your cheek again with my rod. You moan again and your hands come up to grab my cock. I slap them away and slowly drag my cock across your face again this time leaving a trail of precum on your gorgeous cheeks and lips.

“Finger your cunt.” You moan again and your fingers fly under your skirt. I feel your body shudder as you make contact with your wet cunt, then you moan again… a long drawn out groan of passion as your fingers slide deep inside you. Your skirt is blocking my view.

“Show me your cunt while you finger fuck yourself.” I order you. Trembling you pull your skirt out of the way to give me a view of your middle finger sliding in and out of your glistening wet, slick bald pussy. You have followed directions as far as the shave went.

“Put another finger in baby.” My command is uncompromising so you slowly insert another finger. You moan, your head falls back and your eyes close as another finger slides deep inside you. I allow you head to loll back for a while as I watch your fingers slide in and out, then with a yank on your hair bring your face up again so my cock head is nuzzling your lips. You moan your desire and I feel the vibrations travel through your lips to my cock head.

Looking down I see your fingers travelling faster; your hand moving in a blur as you rocket towards your first orgasm of the day. Your tongue snakes out and wraps itself around my throbbing cock. This in itself is almost enough to make me cum so I pull back slightly and strain not to empty my throbbing balls all over your lovely face. Reaching down with my free hand I cup your chin and squeezing slightly I turn your face up to me once again.

“Open your mouth.” I rasp. You shudder as my words wash over you and your mouth opens, your tongue protruding slightly.

“Slide my cock into your mouth Kitten,” I growl. You moan again and your eyes flash as your hand slowly comes up to cup and cradle my balls, angling my cock for an easy slide into your throat. You know how much I love having you suck me. You know you give the best head I have ever had, and from the look in your eyes, I know I am in for something extra special this time round.

Your tongue flicks out and slowly caresses the head. I feel the hardness of your tongue stud contrasting nicely with your soft warm tongue as my cock slips between your beautiful lips and into your wet hot mouth. Now it’s my turn to moan as my cock slides deeply and slowly into your throat. I feel the vibrations roll through my hard member as you moan and it takes every ounce of my will power not to come right then. Your fingers grip my ass and pull me deeper in a talon like grip. I moan as the root of my shaft comes to rest pressed against your lips. Slowly you draw back until only the head of my cock is in your mouth. Your tongue starts lashing the head of my cock; the tongue stud weaving its magic across my taut skin. Then your mouth drives back down over my hard cock and I’m buried in your throat again. I feel the rubbery ring of your throat muscles ripple and contract around my shaft as you swallow around my cock. It’s almost enough to make me come. I hold off knowing the best is yet to come.

You maintain eye contact with me as you take up a steady rhythm, taking quick breaths on each back stroke as my hard cock slides deep into your throat then back to just nestle inside your wet sucking mouth… your tongue lashing my head before you plunge back down the shaft. I’m rapidly approaching my climax, and you know this. You speed up your strokes while your fingers drift between my buttocks and slide towards my asshole. I groan as your middle finger makes contact with my puckered anus, stroking… searching. It’s too much. I tense and moan. From experience you know what is coming, and I hear your moan as your hand starts to fly up and down my shaft. I can’t hold back.

You slide my cock from your mouth and moan, “On my face baby… please… on my face.”

My fingers, wound in your hair, pull your head back so your face is upturned and your open mouth, your cheeks and your chin become my target as I erupt. My stomach muscles contract and my hips buck as the first gout of cum flies from my cock to splash into your mouth and dribble onto your lips. My second shot paints your chin and lips; a small pool gathering on your tongue. I direct my third and fourth shots at your cheeks. My thighs are so tense I am shaking. Your moans come to me through a fog of lust. A few more stuttering spurts and my orgasm is done. I stagger for a moment and look down. Your face is glazed with my cum; tendrils of semen drip from your chin and stain the front of your tank top.

I drop to my knees facing you. Pulling you to me I kiss you hard… passionately. Your cum coated lips part and my tongue slithers inside to wrestle with yours. I can taste myself on your lips and tongue and wonder, not for the first time, why you crave the taste of my cum. Your face is flushed and you are panting. I’m reminded that to keep this right for you I can’t afford to rest. I need to keep the momentum going… to keep you on the back foot so to speak. I stand on still shaky legs and look down at you still on your knees. You look gorgeous… breasts heaving, the upper slopes covered in a splatter of cooling cum. You look deep into my eyes then reach for my softening cock. Bringing it to your face you use it to wipe the runnels of cum towards your lips, then into your mouth. When you have cleaned up as much as possible you suck my cock into your mouth and clean it off… your tongue tempting another hard on from my cock.

I pull away knowing that I need more time to recover to be able to do justice to what I am going to subject you to. Reaching down to you I grasp your hand and pull you to your feet. I walk you slowly through to my bedroom where everything lies waiting but concealed. I’ve thought this out in detail. This needs to be right for you.

I sit in the armchair in the corner of my room. You stand in the middle of the room, head down fidgeting nervously as I sit and just stare at you. The music from the stereo is being piped through to the speakers in the bedroom keeping the mood which was established in the lounge. I sit there for a few minutes, letting your tension build as you wait for my next move.

“Open the top drawer of the dresser and take out the item’s you find in there.” I watch as you walk to the dresser and open the drawer. You flush and a small gasp bursts from your lovely lips as you see for the first time what I have in store for you.

“Take them and put them on the bed, then get on your knees and wait.” I deliberately keep my voice as emotionless as possible as you reach in and remove the toys from the drawer. Padded handcuffs, anal beads, a leather paddle and two large heavily veined, cock like vibrators end up on the bed. You slowly lower yourself to the carpet in the middle of the room and kneel with your hands in your lap, head down, once more waiting.

Standing I walk over to you and slowly walk around you; inspecting my prize. Your head stays down; your breathing quickening as I stop in front of you. I reach into my back pocket and withdraw my switch blade. The snick as the blade opens and locks into place catches your attention and look up to see the blade hovering inches from you. Your breath catches in your throat as you watch the blade; mesmerised by the back and forth movement of the polished length of steel, you follow it’s movements like a mongoose watching an angry cobra.

“Stand!” The order is given in a soft yet firm voice. You do as you’re told, your eyes never leaving the blade. Your eyes widen and lock with mine as I lift the blade and softly trace the tip of the blade across the soft skin of your beautiful face, always careful not to cut you. My aim is not to hurt you. The trust you show as you stand immobile moves me and I smile gently.

“Good. Trust is something you’re going to have to have a lot of in the next few hours baby. Now… stay still.” I reach for the strap of your black bra and with one swift move slice through it and reach for the other bra strap. I cut it, then pull the front of your cum-splattered tank top down exposing your breasts, still nestled in the lacy cups. I grab the material between the full cups and slice through it; the blade making a soft hiss as it slides easily through the fabric. I pull the ruined bra free and drop it on the floor. You moan as I replace the soft tank top, covering your erect nipples. I maintain eye contact with you as I return to sliding the knife point across your soft skin, this time the skin of your chest. Your hands fidget at your sides as you deal with the sensation flowing through your body. Your nerves are taut as you struggle for control over your impulses. You want to reach for me but know it would be the wrong thing to do at this moment. You want this as much, if not more than, I do.

Your body quivers with tension as the knife tip traces a path down over your chest and over your fabric covered breasts, circling around your erect nipples then down to your waist. The hard driving strains of One by Metallica fill the room as I step behind you and slip the knife blade under the waistband of your skirt. With a swift, smooth action I slit it from waistband to hem and step back as it falls to your feet. You moan quietly as I close and slip the switchblade back into my pocket. The cool air raises gooseflesh on your taut quivering buttocks. Slowly and very softly I run my palm across your warm ass, dragging another moan from your lips. Your hands clench and unclench at your sides as I slowly torment you. You want my cock and you want it now.

You’re going to have to wait.

Now clad only in your tank top, G string, suspender belt and stockings, you look nervous. You know you have asked for this. We have discussed it and this is what you want. Still it has just come home to you that your fantasies are about to be fulfilled.

“Put on the cuffs.” The command is quiet but a command nonetheless. You obey without question, moving to the bed and strapping on the padded leather cuffs which are linked by two strong steel clips. I notice your hands shaking on the buckles as you fasten them. You leave the clips unfastened and stand with your hands out waiting for me to decide where I want your arms; in front of you or behind. My voice is hoarse as I give you your next command.

“Behind your back.” You comply immediately and I walk slowly around behind you and fasten the clips of the cuffs. Your shoulders are pulled back, thrusting your hard nippled breasts up and forward. It’s time to lose the tank top. The knife comes out once again and you shudder as you hear the snick as the blade springs out of the handle. With infinite slowness I position the blade between the creamy skin of your back and the soft, worn fabric of the tank top. The double edged blade lightly grazes your soft flesh and you moan at the sensation. Then you hold your breath as the knife slides easily through the fabric with a soft hiss. The two halves of the garment lie limply against your back as I move to the side waving the blade so you can see its gleaming surface from the corner of your eye. With two swift sure moves it slices through the spaghetti straps and the top falls at your feet leaving your heaving breasts totally exposed to my hungry gaze.

I step in close behind you so that my hard cock is pressed firmly into the cleft of your buttocks. Your cuffed hands make contact with my cock through the fabric of my pants and you grasp it with another moan. I pull away and reach around quickly to grab your nipple ring which I pull slowly and steadily outwards from your body. Your whole breast lifts and moves with the pressure exerted on your nipple.

“Oh God! Please… fuck me!” There is nothing I want more but it’s not the right time yet. I have a few more surprises in store for you. Some you have talked about when we discussed our fantasies; a couple are gambles on my part. Big gambles.

Reaching around you with my other hand I grip your un-pierced nipple… hard. With a squeezing, twisting motion I have it fully erect in no time. I release your nipple ring and reach into my pocket again. This time my hand emerges holding a wooden clothes peg with a strong spring. In seconds I have it clamped onto your gorgeous hard nipple. As I release the pressure on the ends of the peg your breath escapes you in a long hiss and your knees buckle as the force of the spring is transmitted to your sensitive bud. Your cuffed hands scrabble behind you at my belt but I move just out of range. Your whimpers are a mixture of passion and pain. From experience I know you love the feeling… we just haven’t experimented with the duration of your nipple’s imprisonment. We are about to find out your limit.

“On your knees baby.” Your legs are shaking as you drop to the carpet and assume the position of submission; knees spread, shoulders back and head down. I remain silent as I move around you, pausing only to grab the soft leather blindfold from the chest of drawers in the corner. My eyes never leave you as I walk around the perimeter of the room and I’m pleased to see that your head remains down as you obviously resist the temptation to watch my movements. Once again I move behind your captive near naked body. You gasp as I slip the soft blindfold over your eyes and adjust it until I’m certain you can see nothing. A quick glance at my watch tells me that I am about twenty minutes ahead of schedule… I have time to kill. I want your mouth again.