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First Encounter (Part 2)

Date: 7/25/2015, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Author: M Bongo, Rating: 25, Source: sexstories.com

beginning. After a while, I can begin to let myself go, but not now. Beginnings are such delicate things. And I have longer term plans. I stand up. I continue to face away from you. As much as I want to turn around and enjoy the view, I hold back. I assume your eyes open at the noise. I’ll give you the option of correcting yourself, than having to do it myself. Especially since I’ve taken punishment off the table this one time. Punishments, while necessary, if not handled correctly can truly ruin a new sub. Pain is something that can add so much to enjoyment that starting too quickly and too harshly can absolutely lose the potential sub. After about another minute of standing there, I turn around. And there you are. Concentrating on keeping your posture good and your elbows back. Good for you to have something to concentrate on other than your near nudity. I can tell that you are uncomfortable with it. And I enjoy that. As silently as I can, I walk behind you. I’m sure you can hear me, but I’m trying anyway. I keep my eyes on yours to see if they crack, at all. They don’t. A good sign. You do trust me, at least a bit. I don’t focus at all on your front. Not yet. That will come. I keep my eyes on yours. Until I get past them. Your head doesn’t move. Again, a good sign. I keep walking past for a couple of feet, stop, and then turn around. And I drink in the sight. The hair cascading somewhat over your hands. Your shoulders and back. You ass and legs. I can’t help but twitch a ... bit in my pants at finally being given this: a view of your mostly naked body. Okay, it is more than a twitch. I reach down and give myself a little squeeze, as if to say “You’ll get your chance… just relax.” I walk up behind you, again still trying to be as quiet as possible. I bend down, my face near your ass. God how I want to just grab and bite. But not yet. Very tough to contain myself, but I am managing. I move a hand to each ankle, hear the Achilles', and start to run my fingernails up your leg. Slowly, oh so slowly. I need to see each and every involuntary reaction. A little movement when I reach the back of your knees. Expected. I keep moving up until I read the top of your legs. I skip over your ass and start again at your hips. I move my hands up along your sides. Around the base of your ribcage is a little twitching. You are being a good girl, though. Not moving much. I keep sliding my hands up your sides. Another twitch about shoulder blade height. Nice. Higher to your arms. I lightly rake around the outside of your arms to your elbows. Then I work my way back down, a little closer to your spine. But I leave enough room to continue moving further in for a couple more passes. No marking going on. About halfway through the third pass, you start to shiver. That is the reaction I was looking for. Your body is starting to betray you. I know that I’m starting to get into you. Each time you move, voluntarily or not, I file it away for future exploration. I work my way ...