A taste of submission  

eriedragon4 58M
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5/8/2006 9:45 am

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A taste of submission

by lake erie dragon (LED INCĀ©)

WE entered the hotel room, dropped our bags on the floor and wrapped ourselves
in each other's arms, our lips and tongues finding what they craved. My cock
lengthened, hardened with the touch of her lips to mine, her tongue to mine, her hands on
my back. As they continued to kiss, she unbuttoned and pulled my shirt free of my
pants, her hands on my chest, my back, my sides, touching, rubbing, scratching my skin.
She pulled away slightly, kissing my neck, the hollow in my throat, her tongue
lapping at my nipples, her teeth gently biting them, her hand massaging my cock
through my pants. I reached to pull her dress over her head, but she backed away.

"No" she said firmly as she moved back to me and continued to touch me, teasing
me, making me want her even more.

"Pull out the sofa bed "“ I have something planned for you tonight." She directed.

I did as I was told, going along with her, totally under her control. The path I
seemed to be on tonight would throw me deep into something unknown; this was a
side of myself I had only fantasized about. I always wanted to experiment and
relinquish sexual control. She'd been sexually aggressive with me before and knew
that if anyone could lead me into submission, it would be her.

"Take off your clothes...slowly..." She said as she moved to a chair across the room.
I watched her move and thought of what might or might not be under her dress and
how much I wanted to touch her, to bury my tongue in her. She pulled the chair from
beneath the desk and hiked up her dress to straddle it easier. She sat down on the
chair, her legs spread wide, her arms folded on the back of the chair. Through the slots
in the back of the chair, I could see she had on only her stockings, her naked pussy
begged my eyes to look and I did.
I felt myself grow harder as I looked at her
pussy through the chair rails.

"Take off your clothes." She said, much more firmly this time, as I was not paying
attention to her words, only to the lips between her legs.

I did as I was told.
I did a slow striptease for her, knowing she was wanting me as much as I was wanting her.
Once I was completely nude, my clothes in a
pile, she motioned for me to come to her.

"Stand before me." She commanded.

I went to her and stopped just short of the chair. She reached out, taking my hard
cock in her hands, massaging, rubbing, pulling, gently twisting me. Without taking her
hands off of me, she rose from the chair, stepped in front of it, pushed it back with her
foot and kneeled in front of me. Her hand guided my cock into her mouth. Memories of
my cock in her mouth hit me all at once;
the feelings so incredible, her tongue licking
the head of my cock, her soft lips around the tender ridge. Her wet hand sliding up and
down the shaft ; not only was I remembering these things, I was feeling them as she
was doing them. The pictures my mind were overwhelming and I felt my knees
begin to weaken. She sucked me, gently massaged my balls, touched a wet finger to
my virgin ass. my knees grew weaker still. Suddenly, she stopped.

"Lie face down on the bed and close your eyes." She instructed. I did.

"Do you trust me?"she asked.

"Yes" I answered slowly as she placed a velour mask over my eyes, blinding me.

"Don't move." She said.

She trailed her fingertips on my back side from my ankle over my calf, tracing the
crease on the back of my knee, over my thigh, outlining the curve of my ass as her
fingers felt my skin; onto my back, over my shoulder blade, along the top of my shoulder
to the side of my neck, up to the nape then to the top of my head, her hand gently pulling
my hair. I knew she could see the goose bumps rise from my skin and I could not
help myself as I moaned from the pleasure I felt.

Her hand left my body and I heard the distinct sound of Velcro being pulled apart.
I felt the soft band of a restraint around one wrist, then the other, binding me to the
frame of the sofa bed. I knew my ankles would be next as I heard the Velcro pull
apart, her hands retracing the steps they'd taken on my body earlier. I could not move,
at least not much, bound to the frame of the bed. I could see only what was in my
mind because of the blindfold. I trusted her implicitly, yet, my nervousness was
palatable. My stomach unsettled, my hands sweating, my fists clenched.

As I lay on my stomach, I could hear her movement in the room, the sounds
becoming more intense. I strained to hear what I could not see. my mind started
wandering, recalling the things we'd talked about doing together and those we'd do
together with others involved. She'd told me nothing about what was going to happen

I heard the click of the CD player, the music filtering through the stillness, slow,
steady, sensual.

I smelled her perfume as she moved closer, then away, leaving the heady aroma of
vanilla and cinnamon in the air near me. Did she have on more of the fragrance or was
it just that my senses were beginning to intensify? I remembered the last time I
smelled her so close, the memories of that night still clear. As I thought of her tongue
on my neck that night and the shivers it caused, my cock hardened again, my pulse
raced, my skin flushed.

"If at any point you want me to stop, tell me. Since you may tell me to stop and not really
mean it, don't say stop, say blue. Is that understood?" she asked.

"Yes." I replied, my voice low and husky. I began to feel as though this would be a
night I'd never forget, a night that proved, once again, that being with her only got more
incredible every time we were together.

I felt the air stir as she moved closer to me, her fragrance stronger as she leaned
over me, her tongue touching my earlobe quickly, gently. She trailed her warm, wet
tongue from my earlobe down the side of my neck, across the back of my neck, onto my
shoulder, back across my neck, behind my ear, her lips taking my earlobe completely
into her mouth. I shivered and moaned as I felt my cock hardening again, growing,
wanting to be touched, hoping that she'd soon have my cock in her warm mouth.

As she leaned over me I felt the softness of the material of her dress, the firmness of
her breasts beneath the fabric, her nipples hard. I again felt her tongue on the back of
my neck, licking from the base of my neck into my hair and down again, her hand
rubbing my back as she licked me.
Her tongue soon followed the trail of her hand,
tracing my spine, her other hand caressing my neck, the fabric of her dress touching the
skin on my side, grazing against my hip as she moved further down my body, her
tongue sliding gently between my ass cheeks. Ever so slowly, she caressed my ass
with her hands, positioning herself now on the bed, kneeled between my legs, her
hands spreading me further apart, her tongue touching me where none have ventured.
I felt her wet finger probe the edges of my anus and I found this an unbelievable
pleasure and hoped she would continue. Her tongue, hot and wet, probed inside of
me, wetting me, allowing her to slowly, gently, place the tip of her finger inside me,
gently pushing, going further into me, the sexual pleasure surprising me. Soon I
knew she had her entire finger inside of me, massaging me, the feeling intense.
As had become the norm with her, I could not help but moan with the pleasure I felt.
She withdrew her finger, only to put it in again, this time a little quicker, a little harder and
I could not believe how incredible it felt.

She continued to move her finger in and out of my ass, quicker, harder, the pleasure
becoming more and more intense. I felt her tongue on my balls, licking, sucking; I'd
not felt anything like this before and found my breathing was becoming heavier, more
rapid, the moans increasing in volume. Her tongue was back inside of me quickly,
darting in and out. Suddenly I felt the skin from her finger touching me, but this time
she pushed two of her fingers inside of me. For a moment I felt as though I would
rip apart but that was overcome quickly by the incredible pleasure I felt at being filled
by her. She pushed and pulled her fingers in and out of me quickly, building up speed
and depth. I felt the familiar feel of an orgasm coming on and moaned loudly.

"You are not allowed to cum yet." She said sternly as she continued to massage me
from the inside. God, what could I think of, what could I do to avoid cumming?
Baseball scores, basketball, anything, just don't cum.

Thankfully she stopped soon after and left me panting.

"Very good. Are you thirsty?" she asked.

"Yes." I replied.

I felt her move off of the bed and heard her walk quietly across the carpet to the
bathroom where I heard water running first over her hands then, shortly afterwards,
into a glass. I hadn't realized I'd been breathing so heavily, my mouth was
completely dry. I heard her come back to the bed, smelled her coming closer, felt her
sit on the bed next to me, the fabric of her dress grazing my skin, setting me on fire
once again with the memory of what had just happened.

"Turn your head towards me." She said.

I turned my head and a straw was placed in my mouth. I drank from the straw as if
I'd not had anything to drink for days.

"That's enough." She proclaimed. "Now, I'm going to unstrap you from the bed frame,
but will not remove your mask. Once you're released, I want you to roll over onto your
back. Do not touch me unless you are told to do so. Do you understand?" she asked.

"Yes." I replied.

She went about unstrapping me and removed the restraints from my ankles and
wrists. After she removed a wrist cuff, she rubbed lotion into the area that had been
covered by the cuff, massaging it deeply. She rubbed the palm of my hand as well,
massaging gently then firmly, rolling my fingers between hers, massaging the webs
between my fingers, then she took each finger into her mouth, sliding it in and out of the
wetness, her tongue wrapping around the tip of my finger as it had wrapped around the
tip of my cock earlier. She licked and kissed the palm of my hand, my wrist, my forearm,
the crease of my elbow and up to my shoulder. She kissed the hollow of my throat
again, teasing me with tiny licks at the base of my neck, above my collarbone, under my
jaw, to my ear. I moaned soft and low at these kisses and licks she was placing on

I felt her lean into me, her mouth covering mine, her lips warm and wet, her tongue
pushing my lips apart, venturing into my mouth, touching my tongue hungrily, taking my
tongue to hers. She took my head in her hands, her fingers under my jaw, gently
rubbing, reaching back behind my ears, pulling me further into her, devouring me.

She continued to kiss me deeply, moving a hand away from my face, putting it on my
chest, rubbing the skin and hair there. I felt her hand continue down over my
stomach, on to my hip, her soft fingertips making their way to the crease between my
thigh and cock. She lightly stroked this very sensitive skin, almost tickling me. She
grasped my balls in her hand, massaging them gently, my cock rising higher and
higher, getting harder and harder.

She broke away from the kiss, her lips trailing after her hand, leaving wet kisses along
my chest, down over my belly, her tongue slipping into my bellybutton, the skin of her
neck grazing my cock and she moved further down my body, finally taking my cock into
her hot mouth. She brought me out of her mouth and into her wet hand, the head of my
cock disappearing into her cupped hand, then back out on the way back to her wet and
waiting mouth, her tongue wrapped around the head, teasing me inside of her mouth,
suddenly taking all of me into her mouth, the head of my cock touching the back of her
throat. She brought my cock in and out of her mouth many more times, each stroke just
a bit different than the last, driving me to feelings I'd only dreamed about.

I reached out to touch her hair, wanting to caress her.

"No. Don't touch me unless you're told to do so." She stated firmly as she moved away
from my cock.

I felt her move off the bed, heard the soft rustling of fabric and smelled her perfume
once again as she threw her dress onto my head. I grabbed her dress, inhaling the
scent of her.

She moved back onto the bed, kneeling between my legs, taking my cock into her wet
hands then back into her mouth again. She sucked my cock, teased it with her tongue
and her teeth, taking into the back of her throat again, bringing me closer and closer to
the edge of insanity. I moaned again and again as it felt so incredible.

I felt her move away again, only to feel her thigh against my hip as she straddled
me, my swollen cock guided to the inside of her tight pussy. we both moaned as she
impaled herself on me and began to rock on me. As she rocked back and forth on my
cock, I felt her hand gently tugging on my balls, her finger touching my anus, pushing
inside me as she rocked and rocked.

"Throw the dress on the floor. Give me your hands." She instructed.

I did and she placed both my hands on her breasts. I could feel her nipples hard
and straining against the fabric of her bra. She held my hands in place as she
continued to rock back and forth on my cock. Although I was still masked, I
remembered her body so well that I could see her in my mind, her hair wild by now,
damp with sweat, her eyes wide with that look she always got that made me melt, the
tops of her breasts moving with the rhythm of what her hips were doing. I felt the
fabric of her bra give way as she removed it and tossed it to the floor, her bare breasts
now in his hands, the nipples hard against my flesh.

"Do you want my nipples in your mouth? Do you want to suck my nipples and make
them even harder?" she asked.

"Yes." I replied.

I felt her move off of my cock, the wetness from her now leaving my cock cold. I felt
her move up my body, her pussy leaving a wet trail up my chest. She leaned over me,
her mouth covering mine, her breasts crushing on my chest, her mouth soon replaced
with a breast.

I sucked her nipple, biting it lightly then firmer as she moved back, stretching her
nipple, but keeping it between my teeth, not letting go. my hands wrapped around her
breast, holding her to me, I continued to suck her nipple into my mouth as she
moaned at the pleasure I was giving her. I pushed her out of my mouth, taking the
other breast in turn, biting the nipple gently, rolling my tongue around it. I continued to
do this as I took my other hand and grasped the other nipple between my thumb and
finger, rolling it, pinching it, feeling it grow larger and harder with each touch. She
seemed to be enjoying the firmer, harder touches and pinches so he continued biting
harder and pinching harder as she continued to moan louder.

"Enough." She said as she backed away.

I felt her move further up my body, I could smell the scent of her pussy closer and
closer until I was sure she had it right over my mouth.

Her thumb touched my lips and I licked it, finding her juices on my lips and her
thumb. I sucked her thumb into my mouth, my tongue teasing it inside my mouth,
pushing it back out, sucking it back in, wrapping my tongue around her thumb, biting her

"Now," she started, "suck this." She said as she lowered her pussy onto my lips. She
used her hands to hold her lips apart, opening her pussy wide, her swollen clit easy to
find with my tongue. I licked and sucked her clit, I fucked her with my tongue as she
moaned and gyrated her hips, moving her pussy around my mouth, my lips, my tongue.
Her breathing was heavy, her smell intoxicating, her clit swollen and sensitive like never
before. I still could not see, but I knew how she looked, her skin flushed, her
nipples hard, I could feel her thighs shake and I knew she was close to an orgasm.

I moved my hand between them, putting two fingers into her wet hole, pushing them
in and out of her, further in each time, feeling for the spongy place at the front of her wall,
then gently massaging it as I continued to suck and lick her clit, gently biting it now and
again, her moans let me know how incredible this was for her. I felt her muscles
contract around my fingers, her breathing stopped as she was engulfed in her orgasm.
Quickly her breathing started and her muscles relaxed briefly as I removed my fingers
from her.

She moved away from me again, leaving the bed. I listened intently to see what
was going on. She got a drink of water for herself then gave me one as well.

"Thank you." I said as she removed the straw from my mouth.

I felt her move away again then heard the click of the CD player opening, the
changing of CDs, the click of the player closing then music coming through the air
again. This music was softer, jazzier, lively.

I heard a zipper, but didn't know what it might have been to. The rustling of some
fabric or paper, I couldn't quite make out the sounds. A metallic clinking? Then I
heard the sound of the door opening and closing. What in the world was she doing
now? I was SO tempted to lift the mask, to see what was going on, to get the hell out
of there! But I stayed exactly where I was; trusting her, wanting her, needing her.

The door opened and closed again and I heard her walk across the carpet into the
other room, set something down, and come back to me.

"Sit up. Swing your legs over to the side and stand." She said.

I did and when I stood, she put my hand on her shoulder and led me away from
the sofa bed and into the room where the king size bed was. She guided me down onto
the bed, positioned me with my legs spread apart. It was cooler in this room and I
was grateful for that as I'd thought I would melt the next time she touched me.

I felt her back on the bed, between my legs, her hair touching my legs as she
moved her head around and around, her hand cupping my balls, gently teasing them,
her tongue playing with my cock, waking it up once again. I felt her other hand move
away and come back, heard something I couldn't place, but realized what it was
immediately when the first drop of cold water hit my leg. She had a piece of ice in her
hand and was letting it drip onto me!

"God that's cold" I said.

"Yes, it is." She replied as she continued to let the cold water drip on me, leaving a
cold trail across my thigh, a few drops trickled onto the area just above my cock, and
more dripped onto the top of my other thigh.

The drip stopped and I heard the unmistakable sound of ice being chewed. Her
cold tongue touched the tip of my cock, making me jump. Her hand was cold as well
and it held my cock firmly in place, her mouth over the head of my cock, warming as the
ice disappeared from her mouth. She continued to suck my cock as she'd done before,
her tongue wrapped around the head, her teeth nibbling at him, her hand wet, my
swollen cock sliding in and out of her mouth and hand, faster and faster, then slowing,
the speeding up once again.

I felt my cock come out of her mouth, but stay in her hand, the pad of her thumb massaging the sensitive area just on the underside of my
cock head, her tongue now lapping at my balls, quickly probing my anus. She moved
my cock back to her now very warm mouth and sucked me gently. Her hand played with
my balls, her fingers teasing my ass, my hips rising to let her play with that oh so
sensitive area again.

I felt her other hand move away then come back to me. Something cold, but not ice,
touched my skin. It felt like a clip or a small chain, I couldn't figure this one out.

Her mouth moved away from my cock briefly, then was back on me again, licking,
nipping, sucking, making me harder and harder. I felt cool, wet metal on my anus. It
was smooth and small, and pressed on me gently, slipping inside of my ass with no
trouble at all, I felt it go into me just a couple of inches, then slide back out, then slide back in. The feeling this was giving me was amazing.

She continued sucking my cock and fucking my ass with whatever it was she had in
her hand. She sucked my cock and fucked my ass faster and harder. Suddenly I felt
the vibrations in my ass; I realized that it was the small vibrator she'd shown me that
night at the bar! The pleasure was intense, I couldn't concentrate on anything now but
what was going on in her mouth and in my ass. She continued harder and faster,
harder and faster. my hands gripped the sheets on the bed, the pleasure too much. I
let go of the bed, grabbed one of the pillows, put it over my face, my arms holding it in
place, my moans louder and louder and louder. She was going to kill me yet!

It was on me before I knew it, wave after wave of the most incredible orgasm I'd
had in my life. I screamed into the pillow, my cock shooting its load into her mouth.
She swallowed it as the juices came again and again and again, my ass and cock
vibrating as never before. Slowly, she removed the bullet from my ass and my cock from
her mouth, licking me when another drop of cum would appear.

I felt her move from between my legs, up the side of my body, her hand resting on
my chest for a moment. She removed the mask I'd had on and I blinked several
times to clear my vision. Then I saw what I didn't need vision to see; I'd looked
upon it so often before. The sparkling blue eyes, the freckles, the swollen lips, the smile
on those lips, the "look". She got up to get us the bottle of water we'd been drinking
from during the evening.

"So," she began, "you enjoyed yourself?" as she took a sip of water, handing the bottle
to him.

"Wow." I said as I drained the remaining water from the bottle. "That's about all
you're going to get out of me right now; you'll have to give me some time for anything
more coherent." I said, smiling broadly, setting the empty bottle on the table next to the

She settled down with her head on my chest, her hand resting on my thigh, my arm
around her shoulder. She pulled the covers over us and they listened to the music in
the air as we enjoyed the feeling of being next to one another, easily drifting off to sleep

rm_goddess1946 107F
13518 posts
5/8/2006 6:58 pm

I don't recall giving you permission to tell, beautiful Erie one... {=}

Just a little food for thought.............
If you really want to be happy, nobody can stop you...

moonfire2u 70F
2602 posts
5/8/2006 5:30 pm

I agree, dragon, you are amazing...

kind thoughts,

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