Before Sunset
“Why is it that you always have your best ideas right before you fall asleep?”
I have to admit, the question caught me a little off-guard. My hand was stayed, each thumb pushing inwards, making the buckles on either side of that hot-pink rubber ball tremble as it hovered a few inches in front of her face. Where the fuck had that question come from? Why philosophise when I was about to do away with civilisation and indulge the savage for a little bit?
“You’ve picked an awfully odd time to ask that kind of question."
It was the best that I could do at short notice. What else can you say? ‘To better dream, my dear’? ‘Because all that memory filing has to be good for something’? ‘Just because’? Ridiculous. Either way, that gag is going between her lips, if only to shut her up for a second. And she’s smiling, because that’s what she does. Smirking up at me like she just knows she’s thrown me for a loop.
"Because, you devious, dirty little princess, you’ve given your brain a moment to breathe, when it’s not filled with text messages, or twitter posts, or youtube videos.” I looped the buckle around the back of her head, latched it tight. A notch tighter than I would have otherwise, but fuck it, she needed to know it was there. Needed to know that I was going to rant, and she was going to listen.
She squirmed. Wriggled against the cuffs at her wrists and ankles, made a mess of the bedsheets.
“And because, once you’re done worrying about your next paycheque, or what you’re going to eat for lunch the next day, you create a little space.” Emphasise that last syllable. Do it right. Two fingers, down between her legs, a light spank against that already ruddy cunt.
“A moment appears, between consciousness and not, and suddenly your brain starts to run in circles, go ‘fuck yes! this is what I’ve been wanting all day!’ and it begins to come up with shit.” I couldn’t figure out if she was closing her eyes to better listen, or just because she was enjoying the condescending tone in my voice. It always did do things to her. Obvious things, at the moment, if that glisten was anything to go by. Enough to distract…
”..and, given this sudden, unexpected bout of freedom, your brain has ideas. Moments of inspiration like flashes in the pan, but they’re not sparse. Instead they come thick and fast, one barely over before the other surges forward.”
It’s impossible, when you’re sceneing, not to get into a rhythm. Both in how you speak, and how you act, each swell of momentum in my words accented by a sudden movement, some flash of physicality that makes her gasp and moan. Blows, open handed, on her stomach, across her face, against her thighs. She was a mess of pale and pink, blotches making her pinto, if only for a few minutes.
“It’s the sweetest kind of frustration, really. That you have all these bursts of brilliance, just moments before you fall into oblivion and your mind resets the tapes, erases those last few precious minutes, so that when you wake, you’re left with nothing but a vague idea that you had something, something worthwhile, something true.”
Her eyes were open. Had been for some time, I just hadn’t noticed it before. She was staring straight up at me, but I couldn’t get a read on what she was feeling, what she was thinking. I just knew it was positive, and I knew that I had to do something to shatter that moment, crush it under my heel so that I didn’t have to analyse it for another second.
So I slipped my hand around her neck and I gave her something else to think about, something worthwhile, something true.
Month: March 2014
So delicious when I think of that moment you stop. Its sweet as I imagine you waking showering, getting clean for me. Then laying down to begin your task. You’ll make 10 circles around your clit for me, touching it as little as possible and going slowly. Then pressing just the tip of your finger into your pussy. Then 10 more…and pressing your finger a bit further inside. 100 circles later you get to push your middle finger completely inside and pull it out again.
By this time you should be pretty soaking. Now you can start again and after each 10 push your finger in slight less then all the way. Each set going slightly less deep until you’ve done 10 sets of 10 (100 again), and you are only just pushing the tip of your finger in.
Now you should be really wet, and ready to start your day.
Go ahead, get dressed. Put on your pink g-string today so you feel nice and pretty.I know it wasn’t a lot of touching, and definitely slower and softer than you wanted, but we have to re-condition you a bit if you want to learn to cum more easily. I know its difficult, but it also gives you something to look forward and smile about.
Besides, you got to cum so much yesterday when we were together that its time for a little break. We don’t want you wearing yourself out!
Assignments like these are what my sexual submissive dreams are made of.
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