Mind fucking  

revelinthedance 34M
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3/16/2006 12:06 pm

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3/29/2006 12:50 pm

Mind fucking


It all starts with a request and a vague condition.

I had known her for years and we had become very close friends, sharing ideas, feeling, experiences, and whatever else we wished with one another. Still, she had recently attempted to cross out of the friend arena and into something more. This prompted hours of conversation, in which she was well informend that nothing of the sort would ever come to fruition. Even so, she called me up one evening and asked if she could come over and visit for a while.

My eyes smiled. My mind grinned develishly. My mouth, having set some boundaries in the aforementioned hours of conversation, said "I don't know if that would be the best idea."

"Oh, it'll be fine."

"I don't know about that."

"Oh, come on."

"Okay, but on one condition. What I say goes."

She didn't ponder the implications of that condition nearly long enough, but rather saw an opportunity to be alone together. "Okay. I'll be good. I promise." Her voice was meek and teasing over the phone. She had no idea.

She arrived at my house perhaps twenty minutes after her ill-advised aquiescence, giving me a nervous hello when I opened the door. I think she had enough time to realize what her agreement had meant at this point. Still, it all began very innocently, as so many other meetings had, talking about life in general and day-to-day activities. The television was on in the background and only one other source of light illuminated the living room, leaving the flickering tv show to play strange shadow games with the furniture.

A lull in the conversation. My mind grinned again, and I reached accross the space that separated us on the couch rather casually and unbuttoned her shirt. She was taken aback at first, but then relaxed and the corners of her full lips turned upward slightly. She had finally won. I reached slowly inside the now loosely hanging shirt and into her c-cup bra and began caressing her breast and playing with her nipple. She tensed briefly and then relaxed. Her eyes closed and mouth opened slightly, pushing her breath unevenly over her parted lips and tongue pressing against the back of her teeth.

Alternating between breasts, I caressed and fondled, not fully removing any of her clothing, my eyes flaring at her squirms and accompanying stifled moans. When I pulled my hand away, she looked at me like a scorned pet. I simply propped my head on my and and watched her for a moment, smiling. She eyed me up and down, her eyes pausing on the rigid tent in my heans, neither of us saying anything. After a long silence, during which my eyes dared her to speak but she resisted, I reached down and undid my belt buckle and pants button. Taking this as the go ahead signal, she reached accross the space separating us and unzipped my pants, reaching inside to pull my fully erect cock from it's fabric prison. I allowed her to get it all the way out and into her hand, but slapped her hand away as she started to scoot closer.

Again, the scorned pet. I raised one eyebrow. "Do you want it?"

"Yes."

"How bad?"

She paused, not knowing what to say. I began to push my cock back into my pants. She reached for me to stop the motion and I slapped her hands away again. "How bad do you want it?"

All the stops were down now. "So bad, it hurts."

I smiled and took my hands away. "What will you do for it?"

"What do you want?"

I let out a sharp breath. "Don't answer a question with a question. Tell me what you will do to get me to give you what you want."

Her words came out on an uneven breath. "Anything."

"Anything?"

"Yes."

Twice, she relinquished control, and my cock seemed to harden even more.

"Get up."

She quickly stood, and looked at me expectantly.

"Go, get down on all fours in the middle of the floor."

She paused, then walked slowly to the center of the living room floor and knelt, facing the television.

"Down." My voice was slow but insistent. She leaned forward and put her hands of the floor as well, her head hanging, and tried to steel a glance at me under one of her arms. I sat and watched her for a moment.

"What now?" She seemed frustrated.

"Indeed." I pondered for a moment longer, wondering what I would do to her for being so insistent. "Pull your pants down to your knees."
She slowly raised herelf and undid her pants, pulling them down grudgingly. "Underwear too." She paused even longer, but slowly slid her v-string underwear down to rest against the floor at her knees. She looked over her shoulder at me, expectant.

I smiled. "Get back on your hands and knees." She obeyed and looked back at me from under her arm, again. She let out a series of whimpers as I put my cock away, buttoned my pants, grabbed the remote and sat back to watch some television. To this day, I think she actually thought I was ignoring her at that point, not realizing that she was the real show.

At one point, she righted herself as if to leave and began pulling her pants back up.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I think I'm going to go."

"No you're not."

"Fuck you."

"You promised. What I say goes." Her shoulders slumped and her hands fell away from the zipper on her pants, which were now back up, resting on her hips. "Down!"

She let out a frustrated breath, but returned her pants to knee level and resumed her position on the floor. Despite her obvious frustration, I could see, even in the poor lighting, that her juices were now abundant enough to dampen her inner thighs. She stifled frustrated moans and, placed her head in her hands on the floor, now putting her weight on her elbows. Still, she glistened. It must have seemed like an eternity to her, but it was only really a couple of minutes. Even in that short of a time span, I saw her reach back to play with her clit numerous times. The first two times, I walked to her from the couch and spanked her a few times, telling her to stop it. I hadn't told her she could touch herself. She removed her hand from her now swolen lips and with each strike came a mix of a sharp gasp and desperate moan. After that, all it took to get her to pull her hand quickly away from her swollen clit was a single word, or me clearing my throat. I allowed her to get away with it for a few seconds a couple of times, a mixture of disappointment and pleasure in her light moans as she did, relieved that she was allowed ever so briefly, and disappointed that she thought I wasn't paying attention.

"Crawl back to me," I told her after a few minutes of playing our little cat and mouse game. She obediently turned on all fours and started to crawl back, the process made that much more slow and ponderous by the pants that still rested about her knees, confining their motion in the crawl. When she arrived in front of me, prostrated, expectant, and longing, I slowly undid my pants and once again pulled out my cock. She couldn't help but look pleased, still breathing raggedly. I lowered my pants slightly and kept my cock inches from her parted lips, feeling her breath against it. She inched her head slightly forward, touching it to her lips, but a my foot on her shoulder pushed her back before she got any further.

"Ah, ah, aaahhh. You have to work for it." The sound that came from her was pouty.

"What now?"

I rose, deliberately letting the head of my cock brush against her lips as I did, and moved behind her. She arched her lower back expectantly, her wetness covering her inner thighs at this point, and let out a moan bordering on relief. Then the first swat came. She let out a startled gasp and buried her head in the couch cushion. One swat for each time she tried to move to pleasure herself without permission. I gave a few close enough to her dripping pussy that the tips of my fingers would contact her lips as I spanked her ass. Each one elicited a moan.

Her ass was red, with a few discernable handprints showing in the redness. "Are you ready to obey?"

She brought her head out of the couch cushion. "Yes." Her voice was a breathy whisper.

I moved back to the couch in front of her, letting the head of my cock rest on her lips for a few moments before scooting back into my seat. She never made a move. With a wicked grin, I eased into my seat. "You may begin."

She moved towards my cock, her lips parted expectantly and longing in her eyes. I never thought I would see a woman exibit such desire to suck cock.

Almost there.

"Not yet."

Again, the scorned pet. "But you said..."

"Lower."

She quickly moved her mouth to my balls.

"Not yet."

She looked up at me, not comprehending, and I simply raised my eyebrows. Raising my right leg so that my foot was in between her shoulder blades, I pressed down. "Lower."

She hesitated for a moment and then lowered her head, tonguing, licking, rimming. I knew it was something she hadn't done before and wanted to test her obedience; wanted to see if she would protest. Instead, she went to work, becoming almost eager after a few moments. I savored the sensation for a little while.

"you may move up."

Intuitively, she moved no further than my balls, lapping eagerly at every inch of skin and staring up at me with inquisitive, begging eyes.

When I finally allowed her to raise her head, I ordered her to open her mouth, but do nothing else until I told her. I let my cock rest on her lucious lower lip, partially inside her mouth, but wouldn't allow her to close her lips for some time, again pretending disinterest and concentrating on other things.

Finally, I looked back at her. "Do you want to continue?"

"Yes." The answer came quickly but distorted by being unable to enunciate around my cock.

"Nicely....."

"Yes, please."

"Yes, please, what?"

"Yes, please may I suck your cock?"

"'Yes, please may I suck your cock', what?"

"Yes, please may I suck your cock, Master?"

"You may."

Immediately she took my entire cock into her mouth and down her throat, letting out an oddly satisfied and throaty moan as she did. She eagerly swirled her tongue around and caressed with her lips, letting instinct take hold and caressing my balls with one hand, while gripping the base of the shaft with the other and moving her hand with her mouth.

"Stop!"

She stopped at the apex of her motion, looked into my eyes from under her eyebrows and whimpered, the vibration from it traveling down my shaft.

"Do you want me to cum in your mouth?"

"Yes", came the response, uttered around the cock still in her mouth.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, please master will you cum in my mouth?"

She was a fast learner.

"You may not swallow without permission. Continue." She resumed with vigor and soon began to moan loudly. The up and down motion of her head quickened and her moan became more intense, the vibrations further stimulating my cock. Soon, I noticed her hand leave my balls and travel back to her clit. I let her have her indulgences this time. Her moans grew louder and faster. We began to cum at the same time, her straining around her near screams to maintain contact with my cock and not let any cum dribble onto me or the couch. I was done long before her body finished convulsing.

She fell forward with her head into my lap, and I began to suspect that she had disobeyed orders. After a few moments, I asked her if she had disobeyed.

"Did you swallow?" Without prompting, she lifted her head and opened her mouth, so full of cum that she had to tilt her head almost all the way back to avoid losing any. I grinned.

"Would you like to?"

"Uh huh." It was difficult for her to form the sounds.

"You may swallow."

She swallowed every drop immediately and smiled.

"Now, lick you fingers clean."

Silently, she brought up the hand with which she had been rubbing her clit and began to suck on them as if getting a second chance at my cock, staring into my eyes with longing the entire time.

I've never told anyone that story before and she and I haven't talked about it since it happened. Just a dirty little secret, even from each other after a manner of speaking. The mood just struck me to write it down and share.

mycin62 54F

3/18/2006 11:13 pm

very nice story, erotic.

did it really happen?


revelinthedance replies on 3/20/2006 11:06 am:
Yes, it actually did. It was a very interesting experience, and I must say that I learned a lot about myself in the course of events. I hadn't known, up until that point, how much power and control turned me on when it is accompanied by those little mind games.

RedheadedMedStd 34F

3/28/2006 10:37 pm

Yee haw! Putting that English degree to some use there! That was yummy!

Thank you sir my I have another? Please?


revelinthedance replies on 3/29/2006 12:49 pm:
I can't decide if you're mocking me with that English degree comment, or not.

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