1. First Encounter (Part 2)


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

    back up along either side of your spine. It’s tormenting you. I know you want so much more right now. But I want you to ride the edge for a while. Up to your neck. I gently grab your wrists, unclasp your hands, and move your hand to your side. I then reach around and place my fingernails on each side of your throat. Slowing and softly, again, I move them around to the back of your neck, and then out along your shoulders. Then back up again. And one more time back down. With my right hand, I slide my hand into your hair and grab. Not tightly. But enough that you know that I control your head now. I move my mouth to your left ear and whisper, “Enjoying yourself, pet?” I lick a little there too. Needed another taste. “Oh my god. Yes! … Sir!” Honorific is a little delayed, but I guess that is to be expected. “Stay here, like this. Don’t move. Eyes closed. Try to calm down a bit and relax. You seem a bit wound up.” “Yes, Sir” Before I release you, I make sure to slide my clothing covered cock against your ass. A very fleeting movement. I’m not sure you noticed, but I know I did. A bit surprised that a gasp doesn’t escape your lips. But, I figure that you are rather lost in your own body at this point. I’m not worried. I’m sure that I’ll get several gasps before the night is over. I need a break. I need to calm down a bit, too. It is very difficult to continue denying what I covet. But it is more important to control you, than myself. I head off to the bathroom to relieve myself. ...
    Then make sure to wash my hands. Cold water. Everything is calculated to increase the sensory experience. I grab a sip of water as I prepare for the next step. This will be a surprise. This will be fun. Well, for me. You might be a little pissed during or after the fact, but overall, I intent to make it well worth it. I walk over to my toy bag and start rummaging. After a bit, I find what I’m looking for. I walk back over to you. Still behind you. “No sudden movements, please. Stay as still as you possibly can.” You do. With my scissors I quickly cut the arm straps to your bra. You start to move you head when you feel the bra start to slacken. “Stop. Do not move.” “But…” “Enough! I didn’t ask for a comment. However, I guess I should offer you an out. Do you wish to continue? We can stop at any time. I will not retaliate or punish you in anyway, publicly or privately, if you do not wish to continue. I will understand. This decision is entirely up to you.” This is delivered without anger or sarcasm. I keep my voice flat and level. I back away. I do not want to do anything to influence this decision beyond what I have already done. At the very least, I owe you a bra. That is the least of my worries. I steel myself for the less pleasurable decision. I don’t expect it, but I have to give you a chance to walk. This will be the most difficult time tonite. Yes, a crucial moment . And hopefully, one that I’ve definitely manipulated to my advantage. But, this is a big step for you. I ...