There are times when she hungers for the taste of you. Her lips seeking out all your sensitive spots, caressing, licking, leaving you breathless and begging.
Begging. Oh how she loves to hear your desperate words, your passionate promises. Nothing demonstrates her power more than her big, strong, sexy man pleading.
“Please my Lady! If you will permit me, I will do anything.”
“Anything, pet?” You hear the smile in her voice.
“Yes, anything!”
She has you exactly where she wants you now. Her control is almost palpable – as is your surrender. What an extraordinary gift from an extraordinary man.
“Well.. I’m not sure…” she teases. She knows she’s pushing you right up to the edge. “Alright.. I will grant my permission, but the cost may be too high, my Darling.”
Your eyes continue to beg, but you are quiet. You’re not certain if words are even possible now.
“For you to have that which you desire, you must be willing to sacrifice.” She pauses, waited for a response. At your nod, she continues. “I have a list of three things – belongings you value, activities you enjoy, privileges you have earned. Things you covet. Select a number from one to three, pet, and one of these treasures will be be mine to own or control – just like you.”
“Two.” Your voice is but a raspy whisper.
“Very well, two it is.”
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“Complete the Story” is an interactive tease exercise. As the title suggests, I begin a story and you tell me how it ends. Don’t worry if your writing is not what you would wish for it to be, I desire to hear your thoughts, not grade your performance ;) After you read what I’ve written thus far, close your eyes and imagine yourself there. What happens next? What must you sacrifice and what do you gain? What did she do to bring you this far?
“Very well, two it is,” I gasped as the heat of her hand below my jaw spread down through me and settled in my solar plexus as my mind spun through the possible prizes she might claim. She whispered in my ear and my body froze for a moment, wanting to surge forward and at the same time to run.
She sat silently and still as I rose from my knees and went to the music room, then returned and placed my mandolin on the small table beside her throne. She gazed at the instrument and with one finger traced the mother of pearl inlay along the neck. With her other hand, she directed me to kneel on the red mat in front of her throne. As I sank down, her knees parted and her robe fell from her thighs.
Hours or minutes later, she gently raised my head from worship and I sat back on my ankles. “You have my permission to go on tour with Charlie Daniels this summer. When you return, you will quit the band and play only for me.”
She had the mandolin in her left hand and with her right hand pulled me full up on my knees. I took the mando as she slid to the floor and her lips and tongue took my cock. Hours or minutes later we lay side by side on the cushions and she said “Don’t ever play Foggy Mountain Breakdown again while we’re doing that. My neck is killing me…”
“I know that you’re a man of your word, so understand that your choice is final and irrevocable.”
“I understand, my Lady. I meant “anything”, so whatever two is, is now yours.”
She handed him the paper so he could read the words with his own eyes. His eyes scanned the words and his gaze lifted to meet Hers.
“That’s right, pet, your eyes aren’t deceiving you. Two is the total of both one and three.”
He lowered his eyes and looked at the plush carpet that surrounded his bare toes. Still silent, he nodded his head in submissive compliance. Her finger touched him gently under his chin, raising his eyes to meet Hers.
“Upon your knees before me.” He complied without thinking. “Raise your head and look into my eyes. My permission is granted to release before me, but only from your knees, and only while looking into my eyes.”
As he reached the point of no return, it took every ounce of physical strength to stay kneeling and not break eye contact. A seemingly endless stream of cum ran down his shaft, some dripping on the burgundy carpet below. His athletic body shuttered under the intensity of the mammoth orgasm. He was still breathing heavily as she tapped her stiletto heeled boot on the floor.
“Clean your spill with your tongue pet.” He again complied without hesitation.
“Now, my sweet, rise and uphold your end. Bring it to me and then kneel again before me silently.”
Rising slowly on somewhat shaky legs, he walked over to his luggage and pulled out the Olympic gold medal that he’d just won the previous week. Walking over to her chair, he presented it to her. He then knelt on the somewhat damp carpet before his beautiful Lady.
“Today I’ve received two medals. One of gold, and the other of flesh. Lean forward placing your face on the floor near my feet.”
She placed a leather collar around his neck and closed it with a small gold lock.
“As well as being a symbol of my ownership, this also shows your complete devotion, obedience, and surrender to me.”
He just smiled, because he knew that this is what he really wanted all along anyway. To serve his Lady and please her as best as he could.
Rumi, you are too funny :) I like that song, by the way.
Bob, thank you. Thank you both. Your stories were great.
As I remarked to Bob, it really means a lot when people participate by commenting, answering my questions, etc. Sometimes it feels as if I am speaking to an empty auditorium. I appreciate you joining me.
1. She holds out a piece of paper to you. “This is the list of the three things” I take the list and read. As you know one of the items you most value in life is your car. For years you have driven your prized 1980 Mercedes Benz 450 SL convertible while I have been delegated the Dodge Caravan minivan. From now on I will be driving the Mercedes and you will be driving the Dodge.
2. One privilege you have earned is the viewing of sports activities on television. From now on there will be no viewing of sporting events on television period. The satellite box is password protected and only I will know the password. You will need to ask permission any time you wish to watch the television and I will need to know the program you will be watching. There will be no channel surfing.
3. I know from seeing the list of websites that you visit that you enjoy masturbating to pictures and video you find online as well as girls you meet in chat rooms and girls you know on your instant messengers. From now on your online activities will be strictly controlled by me. No longer will you be permitted to be online unless you first ask me permission and only to approved websites. You will give me all of your user names and passwords to all of your email accounts and the instant messengers will be removed from the computer. All videos and pictures of naked women will be deleted from the computer. As well you will not be permitted to masturbate. I reserve the right to put you into chastity if I so desire.
I gulp reading the list and realize that I will no longer be watching sporting events on television. “ohhhhhhhh please my Lady not that” I beg knowing full well that what is done is done. My Lady smiles wickedly and replies “just be glad I do not forbid you the other two on this list. Be very careful what you promise next time as those are the only two left”. I squirm still on edge from the teasing sooooooo very close and desperate to release. My Lady had been administering a very pleasurable hand job keeping me at the very point of release but not pushing me over for well over and hour. I lay back fully expecting to release only to find out I was in for another 30 minutes to excruciating pleasure. Release finally came and I lay completely exhausted contemplating what I had just given up and may have to give up in the future.
Brian, thank you for completing the story :)