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She needs his mind...He makes her cum with his mind. She can’t explain….She does not have ability to explain this power…this intensity that has overtaken her…that drives her… that allows her to breathe… that keeps her from breathing… that wakes her up in the middle of the night… that makes her want to sleep because she is exhausted from it… that scares her…that thrills her… that makes her cry because she is so afraid of him going away…that makes her wet, a never ending wetness for him…only him.
“Run an errand for me.” Pick me up 5- 10 foot lengths of rope.” She stopped moving, couldn’t speak. What was he planning? She was scared…she was thrilled. She had not really looked too long at the pictures he had led her to. She saw the women tied…she didn’t want to think about the strange feeling it gave her, so she didn’t look to hard…think too much. She would wait…follow his lead. She loved him leading her…she loved giving herself to him completely; totally innocent, completely unaware of what he would do, and where he would take her… but having such complete faith in him. She trusted him implicitly. He had already taken her places she never dreamed of. Places where reason and thought disappear. Places where no one or nothing exists but them, what they are feeling, and what they are sharing. The intensity, the experience…I cannot explain. I cannot put words together to let you see. If you are lucky enough to ever feel such an amazing thing, then you too will see, there are no words…only feelings.
She would just wait. Was this the moment? Was this the next place he was taking her? He wrapped the rope around her wrists. He tied her arms to the bed. She was on her stomach, in her skirt, in her blouse…white tights, black shoes…an innocent! He wrapped the rope around her ankles…tied her legs to the bed. How innocent did she look now? How innocent was she when he made her cum so hard; so very hard. He thought she had learned her lessons well. He was wrong. She was difficult case. She would require more…something more…
She was on her way to see him. She could hardly wait. Her desire for him was so overpowering. She needed to see him, to touch him, to hear him…to just be with him. She shopped for their food. She loved cooking or him. She loved being able to take care of him…even for a moment.
She thought they might go for a walk. He had other plans. He asked if she would like some wine. She thought that would be nice. He asked where she would like to share the wine. She chose his mountain cave. She loved being around his things… loved seeing his work, loved knowing she was in the room where he relaxed, where he created, where he could loose himself in his pleasures. It gave her comfort knowing he had such a place.
He chose the music she liked. He was so sweet. Did he remember her telling him she loved Neil Young? She loved watching him. She could watch him forever. She felt such pleasure just being with him…seeing him…not having to be aware of anyone else but him, and their time…their moments. He sat next to her on the sofa. They shared some wine….enjoyed the music. He was so sweet, and then… he was gone. There was a different man with her now. He seemed distant, removed, yet very present, very powerful. He said her lover called upon him for his help. He said he was not the same kind of man as her lover…not as kind, not as patient….not as gentle. He was not a man who would be tolerant of her defiant ways. He had heard she was a difficult case and she needed to learn discipline, and she would need to learn from him. He was intense, controlled, but she had the feeling that control could snap at any moment. The idea of that intrigued her…made her hot… made her curious how this man would teach her…what would he teach her? She was still feeling a bit defiant…but not for long! He made her undress…he watched her with those intense eyes. She was intimidated. She felt uneasy…she felt his coldness…and his heat.
He stood up, undressed…He was beautiful…she wanted him. He made her drop to her knees. He thrust himself into her mouth…so hard, so silky…like her lover. He thrust further and further. She gagged on his cock, too big, too much for her to handle. He didn’t seem to care…he continued to force himself into her. He held her head when she tried to pull away; she couldn’t breath his cock was so far into her throat, her face pressed so tightly against him. She had no air. He finally released her. She was choking for air, but she was still defiant. She was never going to show him her fear. He sat on the sofa…told her to join him. He would not let her sit, he told her to kneel next to him. He made her touch herself…He told her to stroke her clit, play with her nipples. He watched …She touched. She stroked her pussy. She was so wet. She seemed to have the same desire for this strange man that she had for her lover. She wanted him…wanted his fingers where hers were….wanted him to be pulling on her nipples, wanted his fingers stroking her wetness…wanted to feel those fingers slip inside of her. She was watching him watch her. He was so intense…It was very hot. She had lost all of her earlier inhibitions; she could feel herself getting closer. She was going to cum. He asked her if she was close. She thought he wanted her to ask his permission. She was wrong…very wrong. Her fingers were slick with the creaminess that was flowing from her pussy. She was ready to cum hard…mmmm… it was going to be nice….this stranger watching her cum. She was just beginning to feel the first quiver of her orgasm. He asked if she was going to cum…her first mistake…she told him yes…he slapped her hand away from her wet pussy. She was shocked. She was angry…she needed to cum…she was not one to be that close and be denied. She tried to put her hands back…he slapped them away again…got up, grabbed something and roughly pulled her hands behind her back. Damn…the rope. He tied her hands behind her, forced her over the back of the couch, and stood before her. He thrust himself into her mouth again. She was still so close…he tasted so good….she liked this game…liked the loss of control…or did she…? |