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In retrospect he thought they had almost “fallen into each other”.
His friends had told her that he was generous and trusting to a fault.
He was also very bright.
Consequently, he very quickly understood at a core level of his being the many levels at which her submission was her gift to him. It resonated with him.
Accepting her gift was his gift to her in return. It fulfilled his desire to give and he was uplifted and made the better man by her trust in him.
It was breathtaking in its simplicity. And, there were offered up many venues for exploration and imbued the remainder of their lives with the kind of glow that can only come through deliberate and mindful loving. Then there was her psychic release, obtainable to this degree nowhere else, an intense opening and outpouring that felt like the core of her being was being licked.
On the evening they had met the setting was as advertised. Soft sounds from the saxophone and ensemble downstairs wafted up in melodic accompaniment to the delicious aromas from the kitchen.
As the waiter appeared at the periphery of his vision he’d leaned close as if only whispering into her ear but pulling at the hair at the nape of her neck had instructed, “Give him your order so he’ll go away”.
She ordered the pate fois de gras as an appetizer and the Steak Diane cooked medium rare with a glass of merlot to accompany.
“I’d like to see more of you” he offered..
They were both AAA-Rated Dyed-in-the-Curlies, Bonafide Perverts ‒ but in a nice, consensual, creative, sort of way. Thing is, they had discovered early on that it took them a lot of intensity to get off the way they needed and casual affairs just didn’t cut it for either. Both considered “casual sex” to be a non-sequitur of the first degree. Crank it up, stretch it out, foot to the floorboard, eye contact close enough to pass for “Whale Eyes”, lap it up, rub it on me, MAKE ME SEE GOD ‒ any of these could have been their reply if prompted for a rejoinder to the word “SEX” on “Password”.
True, He had taken to semen retention like an alcoholic to a liquor store. He positively loved to dance at the precipice of control just at the place where he was a half-stroke from losing it and falling over the edge. She knew all the signs and was a willing co-conspirator and reaped the benefits of having a man around whose whole body was paying attention to her at that heightened state that usually only attends the first weeks of intimacy.
In turn, he pushed and held her in a cocoon of love made visible in myriad ways and provoked the rise in tension in her that manifested itself in the chronic swelling that she felt between her legs as they sat in their booth.
“GO CAREFULLY TO THE RESTROOM AND TAKE YOUR PANTIES OFF AND COME SIT BACK DOWN.”
Her eyes seemed to relax in a gesture of relief as she slid across the seat of the booth and walked, almost too quickly, to the door at the end of the hall.
She knew she couldn’t stop doing this any more than she could grow wings and fly away. She was an exquisite captive of the restraint they’d built.
She eased her legs over the side of the bed and focused her eyes remembering the evening or earliest morning.
It had been just the night before.
His head was just lightly resting on her thigh as he endlessly and rhythmically sucked at her pussy lips. An observer would have said that he was nursing, not sucking, seeing how long he’d been at it and the trance-like state into which he was transported when so engaged. Truth was, she had to open to him in that way, she was compelled, she simply had to follow his loving instruction and assist in feeding her pussy to him as he requested. She was the willing vessel of his loving.
His fingers curled and relaxed against what he called “her diamond”, the little swollen bit of paraurethral gland conveniently located a finger’s length inside her pussy. The more he massaged the more of her fluid flowed into his mouth and maybe that was the problem.
Something in her juice must be rewiring his cerebellum, twisting his DNA like Passion Flower vines in a chain link fence. It had long ago just plain fuckin’ ruined him for another lover. In lucid moments He thought it must be like what happens to a bee that happens to find itself inextricably bound to an opium poppy. Her pussy was his drug and he couldn’t get enough. The reciprocal was true as well. His request to her, that she open herself to him, that she show and tell him how congested and wet she was essential in their interaction. In collateral turn, it was his cock driving into her, against which she contracted herself, that terribly hard testimony to his love for her, which she lived to feel.
It was almost as if he had actually, physically entered her on an organic level. Something about the transaction mimicked one of the oldest symbiotic relationships in nature….
As it was, she was in another world for the moment, pinioned beneath his mouth and feeling her slick exudates, what he called “The Eucharist”, push from her in wave after wave of small, involuntary contractions. Consequently, speech was pretty much out of the question for her at the moment and she was intolerably wet.
Possessing one another reciprocally, was that it? It was like he’d hacked in and assumed control at the root level of her sexuality. He found that when jacking her off after days of fucking and ongoing denial that he could make her give up her cum in streams just by thinking it with no variation in how he stroked her.
So many levels.
Maybe it was it that his cock was the firmament, the vessel that held her at the apogee of her ability to feel and so she was more than fucked, she was skewered in the cauldron of intimacy, on the sexuality, the dance, the kink they had going down. He thought that they must have both had an instant, unconscious body dialogue within moments of making eye contact for the first time, some unbidden acknowledgement between them as one set of DNA had found resonance in another. He had no awareness of mentally undressing her, instead he’d instantly seen her naked on top of him - eyes locked together ‒ rocking on him with an urgency and intensity he had never experienced.
She had come home from work and found him already there, waiting, sitting at the kitchen table. The instant he looked him he noticed the strain at the corners of her mouth and a palpable tension in her body revealed itself as she walked to the refrigerator to retrieve a beverage with steps that were as tender as they were tentative.
He knew that today she would have to have release. More importantly, as soon as she turned from the refrigerator to look back at him she realized that he knows the severity of her condition and trusts that he will make it all better ‒ soon.
She sits next to him at the table but does not speak. There is an intense and wordless communion ongoing between their bodies and minds and it is obvious that he will have to make love to her very shortly.
They exchange niceties about how one another’s day has gone. He has been in a warm bath twice to soothe the ache in his groin and marvels at how she must have gotten through the day.
She has been wearing the chastity belt that he’d fashioned and he had made sure that it fit precisely and allowed her to attend to her hygiene but allowed no opportunity for her to touch her clit or pull at her lips. To eliminate the chance of chafing she was required to apply the special lotion he’d confected before the belt went on. Problem was, the blend of testosterone, l-arginine and a dab of menthol only served to further activate her nerve endings and facilitate blood flow to her tenderest parts. She had been chronically swollen for days and he was very appreciative of her engorgement and discomfort borne as a gift to him.
He catches her looking toward the drawer at the side of the sofa, lifts her gently and softly rakes his fingernails down along the back of her neck and back as he turns her mouth to his.
That he had caught her looking to the love seat was telling.
Because he knew for himself how it felt is his own body he also knew that she was ready to have the next level opened to her so he would help her further along in her extremis and hold her in her release.
He leads her to the sofa and requests that she undress, beginning with her blouse and bra.
FOLD THEM PLEASE
He can tell that the day has been challenging to her, even her breasts are congested and her voice has dropped the half octave that he knows is a further sign that she needs to finally cum with the shuddering paroxysm that is hers alone. Congested clear up to her vocal cords indeed!
NOW THE DRESS, PANTIES AND BELT. HERE’S THE KEY.
UNLOCK YOUR BELT.
FOLD THEM PLEASE
HOLD YOUR BREASTS AND SPREAD YOUR LEGS JUST A BIT… JUST STAND THERE FOR A MOMENT. LET ME SEE YOUR WETNESS.
DID I SAY TO MAKE ME THIS HARD YET?
He opens the drawer and removes two large, soft loops of cloth and places one end of each loop over opposite ends of the high love seat and then moves a cushion into place so that she will be sitting nearly at the edge.
SIT DOWN PLEASE. LET ME HAVE A LOOK AT YOU.
Their eyes are locked and she almost seems ready to pant.
“HAS TODAY BEEN DIFFICULT?”
“You know that it has. I have been needing you for days now.”
GOOD. ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR REWARD?
She is almost shaking.
He positions her pelvis forward on the seat.
PLACE YOUR LEGS IN THE LOOPS
She positions her legs so they are held by the loops just behind the knees and she is fully exposed to him, terribly congested, lips splayed open of their own crimson weight. She is visibly wet. Her cum is starting to pool inside her.
Reaching to pinch both of her nipples ‒ taking close note of her need ‒ a loving and fertile mind working for her.
A deeper breath escapes her parted lips.
She can not move her pelvis closer to him.
Her pelvis is directly opposite his and she can see that he is glistening. She can see his pulse.
FEEL YOUR LIPS.
Her eyes close.
She pulls herself open to his view.
Her pulse is pounding in her ears and she is dancing just at the edge of cumming.
GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF.
TAKE SOME DEEP BREATHS FROM YOUR BELLY AND PULL THAT ENERGY UP
A hint of relaxation from her
THAT’S BETTER, THAT’S A VERY GOOD GIRL.
HOW DO YOU TASTE TODAY?
“Like I’m supposed to”
EXCELLENT. SQUEEZE NOW
Droplets of her wetness grace the lower aspect of her pussy
He places the handle of a makeup mirror in her right hand.
DO EXACTLY AS I SAY
NOW WATCH CLOSELY
He literally has to pull his cock down from against his navel to stroke the warmth of her labia.
ARE YOU WATCHING? YOU MUST NOT LET ME OBSCURE YOUR VIEW
He presses just barely into her and removes his hand.
CAN YOU SEE EVERYTHING?
“Yes, I’m watching”
GOOD HERE’S WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN. YOU MUST NOT CUM UNLESS I GIVE YOU PERMISSION. IF YOU CUM WITHOUT PERMISSION WE WILL STOP FOR THE DAY. AGREED?
“Yes, I accept”
YOU ARE GOING TO FUCK YOUR PUSSY ONTO ME WITH INFINITE RESERVE, VERY SLOWLY WHILE YOU WATCH.
YOU WILL WATCH WHEN I SAY TO AND NOT AT OTHER TIMES. UNDERSTOOD? YOU WILL LOOK AT MY EYES OR AT MY COCK IN YOU, NOWHERE ELSE FOR NOW.
“Yes, I can do that”
YOU WILL DO IT
“Yes, I will be a good girl’
YOU CAN HAVE NO MORE THAN TWO INCHES FOR NOW.
“Yes, no more than that”
Her womb is aching and it feels like she is cooking in an internal fire.
IF MY COCK COMES OUT YOU WILL WAIT FOR THREE SECONDS BEFORE REACHING TO PUT IT BACK IN. YOU WILL COUNT THOSE SECONDS OUT LOUD.
He knew that she would almost instantly begin to cum with the softest of climaxes that would last as long as he wanted. Very different from her other climaxes, the one forbidden for the moment, was this new variety…… like the bass string of a Cello sounding one long, sonorous note, that was a new manifestation of the control she had entrusted to his care.
It wasn’t always this way though. Some times they could think of nothing sweeter to spend themselves completely on one another and he would relinquish the great hot jets that were borne of day or weeks of waiting and would intuit where she wanted it, deep inside her or all over her belly, chest and breasts. He too would hold and lift her and revel feeling her cum in great racking sobs, her clit pulsing in his mouth or her wonderfully tight vagina contracting on his cock.
And, if he needed to intercept her orgasm he knew just where to pinch.
DO YOU SEE HOW YOUR LIPS ARE HANGING ONTO ME?
Her eyes are riveted to the mirror.
AND THE HEAD OF MY COCK IS ALMOST TURNING YOU INSIDE-OUT
p ‒ l ‒ e- a ‒ s - e”
YOU MAY HAVE ANOTHER INCH. I’M SO HARD I CAN FEEL THE HEAD PUSHING UP ON YOUR G-SPOT. DO YOU ACCEPT IT? CAN YOU ACCOMMODATE ME MY LOVE?
“Fuck! I mean YES”
WE HAVE TO STOP. YOUR CLIT ISN’T SWOLLEN ENOUGH.
“I’m looking at it, I’ve made it as big as it gets, it can’t get any bigger. It won’t! I’m sure of it.”
He withdraws from her
“One, two, three!”, she is counting aloud, eyes locked together now reaching for his cock..
THAT WASN’T AN ACCIDENT YOU CAN’T HAVE IT BACK RIGHT NOW
I HAVE SOMETHING FOR YOU……..
She pulls from the base of his shaft and a clear cascade falls into her hand.
YOU MAY HAVE IT, TAKE IT PLEASE
She licks her palm and places the remainder on her pussy, legs still held open by the loops, very, very slick now, a visible rivulet of her cum running down between her cheeks.
I NEED YOU TO “PRESENT TO ME”
“Yes, please accept my pussy. My shave is perfect.”
She reaches down and places two fingers of each hand on opposite sides of her major labia and spreads herself leaving her congested major labia available to him. Like his cock, her clit has a visible pulse at these times.