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I imagine... over dinner I ask you, again, to be my obedient lover,
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and you agree. I often ask you to reiterate your devotion and
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belonging to me, connecting our needs. Sexual energy is thick in
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the air. I intend to please and guide you to writhing ecstasy
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tonight. What, exactly, will I do with you? I pull your hands
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behind your back then tenderly stroke your face. I inform you that
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soon I will kiss you, but that first you must be properly
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mounted...
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You are told to remove your clothes as I watch. Stripped naked now
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(I am still fully clothed), you stand before me. "Hands behind
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your back." We look at each other for a long time, then I instruct
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you to lie down on the bed. I touch you. Full, firm touch so
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intimate that you will never again want to live without it.
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Gently, firmly, I explore your face, your breasts, your legs, I
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even look closely at your pussy, smell you there, but I don't touch
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you there. There, you are virginal and pure... Slowly, patiently,
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I move you to the position I want you in. On your back, legs
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open, knees up, pillows arranged so your head is thrown back
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slightly, exposing your neck and thrusting your breasts and hips
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into the air. I instruct you to reach down around the outside of
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you and pull open your pussy lips. You obey, and there you are,
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holding yourself open for me. Like the perfect slut. I do not
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mount you quickly. I strip as you hold yourself open and
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vulnerable.
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My erection is huge but with your head tipped back you can't see
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it. I climb onto the bed and straddle you. There is no need to
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touch you, for you are holding yourself open. I enter you. Just
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a little bit. Slowly. A gentle, insistent push on your pussy,
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then relaxation of the pressure, but no withdrawal. A little
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deeper with every push. Opening you, filling you. Wanting you.
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Finally, I have filled you and my pubis presses against your sex.
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Every push now is pressure against your clit. Still, I don't
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withdraw at all, only push and release. Your mounting is hardly
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over... Fully inside your hips now, I instruct you to release your
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pussy and push your breasts together. You slide your hands up to
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make a place for me. Soft breasts invite me, and slowly I lay down
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onto you, our bellies touching before our chests. I feel the
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wonderful sensuality of your soft breasts under me. "Raise your
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arms up over your head." You do it without taking your eyes off
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me... Your breasts taut under my weight, arms raised in a gesture
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of submission, I pin your wrists with my left arm, while my right
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caresses and strokes you. My hand never leaves your body. I
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scratch you gently on your armpit, slide my hand onto your throat,
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hesitate menacingly, then slip it behind your neck and into your
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hair. I pull your head up and into my kiss. I control every
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aspect of our first kiss. As I lick and suck on you I wrap my arm
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around the back of your neck and push you down onto my cock as I
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thrust upward. You are filled and our breaths mingle in
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simmering passion. We look deeply into each other's eyes. I
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whisper in a voice that is both passionate and disarmingly sincere:
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"You are mine." And you feel it in every part of you.
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Whew! How's that for a first kiss! Perhaps you will think of me
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for a few moments tonight before sleep. Think of me with your
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knees raised and your arms up, see if you can feel me on you... In
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you... Kissing you... I imagine... You are lying over my lap,
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arms raised over your head, eyes closed, feeling safe, warm, and
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relaxed despite the vulnerability of your nakedness. My left hand
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pins your wrists in playful firmness which neither of us takes too
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seriously, yet it sets the mood for the touching... My right hand
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traces the curves of your body, around your breast, down your side,
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everywhere stroking softly, tickling. Excruciatingly light touch,
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putting you on the edge between flight and delight. You gasp and
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squirm, twisting in a feigned desire to escape yet careful to keep
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yourself open to my touch. Chills course over you as I graze your
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soft downy hairs. Slipping my hand behind your head I pull you
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up into a kiss as I push your arms back, exposing your chest even
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more. You belong to me.
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Now, firm touch that you relax into, your muscles massaged and even
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your very bones subtly moved. Exploring, kneading, opening you.
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I expertly alternate my touch: light tickles then firm, full
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massage, keeping you on that fine edge. Shivers, shudders, and low
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growling sounds provide the feedback I need to tease without
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mercy...
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"I am going to explore your limits tonight, my Love. Stand in the
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archway." The arch. So that will be the game tonight. By the
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tone of my voice you know it will be a difficult session. You
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assume the position as you have been trained to do: Hands touching
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the top of the arch, feet spread, eyes closed, breasts thrust out.
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Vulnerable. Sexy.
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You know the rules, but for your pleasure I repeat them: "Eyes
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closed. You may moan, speak, and make other sounds, but do not
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scream. You may squirm so long as you do not move your hands or
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your feet. Indeed, you must squirm, must show your torment and
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relinquish your pride, or your test will become even more severe."
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Simple rules, but ones you can not possibly obey... Without being
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told you know there are no safety words for this game. Just
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obedience. Any movement to protect yourself or to interfere with
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my touch and the game is over. You smell leather and hear
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the cat being warmed. Tension builds within you. Nothing holds
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you in place but your will, your pride, and a desire to please.
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You belong to me. Now, I will test the depth of your love...
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Your breasts are caressed. Such tender caress (and one of your
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favorite parts of all the games we play) it is difficult imaging
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that I can hurt you there, too. Without warning your breast is
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slapped. All your instincts rebel and you are driven to protect
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yourself, but you do not. Only a slight flinch betrays the urge.
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Your nipple is pinched and twisted. Gently at first, pressure
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building slowly. At first you are silent and still, but not for
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long. Soon you are squirming and panting, wanting to beg mercy, to
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flee, to protect yourself. Struggling to give yourself to me,
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trembling, you press your breast out. Your exertions noted, I now
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keep the pressure on your nipple constant and reward your exertions
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with soft strokes of your well oiled slit. Hips begin to pump
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and I take up your rhythm. This is *my* favorite part. You are
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never more mine than when lost in pleasure and pain. On the verge
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of orgasm.
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Mine. Only for me... The combination of your breast manhandled
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and your pussy stroked drives you into frenzy. Panting and
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desperate, you finally relinquish your pride. You are lost in
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sensations and your hands slip from the arch. I don't stop. I
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smile, having expected this. You always loose control here. Moans
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build to screams and when you are done convulsing you collapse into
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my arms, still shuddering and moaning softly. I lay you down on
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the rug. Soon I will relieve my tension into you, but for now I am
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content to scratch you gently as your moans subside and breathing
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slows. When you are ready to listen again, I lean close and
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whisper "My Love, you have disobeyed..."
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END
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