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Darkness – Introduction [part 1 of 8]
By: aj (oodeex@yahoo.com)This is the beginning of a long story that takes you, the reader, thru much exploration. Please vote and provide feedback. I will respond to everyone who writes me. Cum along for the ride and enjoy.
Darkness
A slight breeze is blowing in thru the window where outside you can hear the song of the robins as they begin their morning ritual. As you slowly drift into consciousness, the events of last night flow back into memory and continue to fill your mind.
The evening was incredible; it is not often that your master gives into your desires and lets you be in control. Your teasing drove him out of his mind, your words kept him looking forward to whatever may happen next. As you reflect on the events you question if your teasing went too far? Or maybe it was not far enough. Part of you completely understands his need’ no his passion for teasing and being teased, much like part of him understands your need to occasionally be in control and be the tease. As you replay the final act of last night’s passion play, you remember how he could barely contain himself when after hours of playing you finally sat on his throbbing prick and ultimately gave into your desires.
His thrusting, although initially somewhat restrained by the ties that held him in place, pushed you to the edge of orgasm until finally the scarves came undone and he was free. You realize that for future games you would simply have to tie him more securely.
Once free, his arms finally were able to wrap themselves around you and pull you closer to him, pushing harder into your being, driving both of you higher with the passion that has become your mutual love. With each orgasm you not only experienced a new high, but it seemed as if your body demanded even more from him and you found yourself pushing down onto him as hard as he was thrusting into you. With each thrust of his member another plateau was reached. You remember almost chanting over and over again; Fuck me Master, Fuck me, Fuck me… mixed with his cries of passion. With each upward push he would almost shout Cum for me, now and your body would respond cumming again and again, and again, until finally you felt his prick grow even larger and you knew the time for him was now.
With one final thrust you fell forward onto his chest and whispered into his ear, Now master, cum with me. . . now!
His explosion into you triggered that last plateau and the orgasm you felt was the most intense of the evening. As you once again sat upward now just pushing down on him you could actually felt your toes curl. Your found your hands planted firmly on his chest with perfectly manicured nails digging into his skin, pushing against him harder, attempting to capture all of him. As his cumming racked his body you felt remember how his pricked felt as he pulsed and throbbed into your pussy, his eruption flooded deep inside you.
Finally you collapsed onto him, each pulling the other tighter, your sweat mixing with his, your passion finally subsiding and his, once again, his gentle whisper of Thank you, my love.
As your mind replayed these events your body could not help but begin to respond. It absolutely did not help the situation when the silk sheets that covered your nakedness began to slide, ever so gently over your breasts causing your nipples to become erect once again. You knew that if he was looking he would be able to see the tiny points molded by the gently flow of the silk rubbing against the sheets. He would be able to tell of your excitement.
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With each movement of your beautiful legs the sheets would drift around constantly teasing your nipples, bringing them to an even more erect state. You wanted to move your hands down your body, pausing briefly on each extended nipple, pinching them just a little.He has taught you that sometimes, a little pain will intensify the pleasure. Your nipples have become the center of your pain/pleasure vortex. Just the thought of him touching them, just the thought of how he will often begin with light kisses on your neck, trailing down your chest, until his lips begin to engulf your nipples, pulling them into his very being. Just the thought of how sometimes he may just bite down a little causing just the slightest bit of pain gets your pussy wet and your clit throbbing. He has always been careful, never too much, never too long, but just the seemingly the correct amount of pain for the pleasure that you have craved.
You desire to slide your hands down your body, gliding over perfect breasts, feeling the skin of your stomach. You desire to pause briefly on your belly button piercing, rolling the stud around in your fingers, feeling your nerves come alive again, and letting the heat of passion center onto your pussy. If he was watching he would whisper for you to touch yourself, his voice would coax you to feel yourself, to again explore your being until his hand might join yours in you pussy play. Sometimes he would just watch and become your coach.
His constant whispers of Tighten and Relax would kindle the flames of excitement. His words of make tiny circles around your clit… do not touch it. Tease it would push you to the edge. Finally you would whisper back Please master, I need to cum, please.
Finally he would let you feel yourself, sending a thousand bolts of energy throughout your body, causing your being to once again explode. You wanted to move your hands down, to pretend that he was there, to imagine his words, but something was wrong. You tried to move your arms, first the right then the left, but found that they were unable to move at all. It seemed that they were bound to the bed in what felt like the same silk scarves from last night. These would be the same scarves that held him in place as you had your wicked way with him.
From somewhere far away his voice began to creep into your consciousness. You could hear him whisper Tighten, Relax, and as always your body responded.
This morning, he began is my turn. This will be your reward for such a pleasurable evening last night. I very much enjoyed our time together and was very pleased with you, very pleased indeed.
I especially liked your retelling of the story of how we acquired your boots. That made me very happy.
As he spoke in that ever-present whisper, you pulled yourself further into the now and out of your dream state. Much like the discovery of being tied, it seemed that as your conscious mind came forward you continued to remained in the darkness. What manner of trickery was now at work here? Had you slept the entire day away and now it was darkness? That thought, although plausible, seemed not to fit the situation. You could clearly hear the birds outside your window and that meant it was morning, not evening.
Even though the darkness surrounded you, it became clear that your remaining senses seemed to be more alive. With each ripple of the sheets a new level of pleasure was felt in your breasts.
With each whisper by your master tighten, relax your pussy responded ten-fold. The passion grew and grew. Each time your legs opened and closed the senses on your skin electrified your being as the sheets slid over your legs. Your senses were responding in ways that you had never experienced. This new journey had just started and already you wanted to cum more then anything.
Someone, you discovered it was he, sat on the bed, leaning over to continue teasing you by whispering in your ears. In this heightened state his breath felt hotter, his smell was sweeter. You could tell from his smell that he was freshly showered. His voiced echoed in your mind and your body reacted. As his lips touched your ear, gently kissing, a moan of passion escaped from your lips.
More, master, please. His fingers gently touched your cheek. He had performed this simple act of love a thousand times before, touching you with his fingers, but this time in your darkness it was electrifying. As they moved toward your lips you very much wanted to suck them into your mouth, letting him know how hot you were. Letting him know how much he excited you. You wanted to suck on his fingers much like how you would suck on his cock.
As his fingers traced that path toward you lips, he would pause and let them circle around your lips. Tiny circles he whispered and the pleasure was felt in you pussy. In this heightened state of arousal it seemed that the touch around your lips was felt everywhere, especially around the sensitive area of your clit.
Your lips parted, your tongue extended trying to coax his fingers to enter the deep recess of your mouth where you can finally suck him, finally suck on him.
And his ever present whispers driving you higher with passion. Tighten… Relax… .
This darkness completely enveloped your very begin, sending all your other senses into overdrive. The soft breeze, the sounds of the robins calling, silk sheets gently stroking your breasts, his breath, hot and sweet on your neck, his words causing more moans, more excitement, more of the mystical please master coming from your being. Slowly his lips trace a path from your ears, along the nape of your necks curve, to settle in that spot between your neck and shoulder. A shudder runs through your entire body seemingly beginning at your toes and radiating throughout your being as you could feel him finally laying along side you in your arms, his head resting on your shoulder.
It was in this position that he began to speak, weaving a tale just for your ears. As part of the ‘adventure’; he would always call them adventures; his stories had a magical power to them bringing you deeper into his world, deeper into understanding him. Sometimes the stories were based on events that had been experienced. He wrote ‘Shower’ after watching you that one morning. Other times the adventure was yet to be explored. Coaster began as a fantasy he had that that was later experienced when he took you to the amusement park. And still others came about from; well you’re not sure how some of them came about. prison male sex stories
One thing was always certain, no matter what adventure he would weave, they never failed to please, never failed to excite, and never failed to bring you to the brink of orgasm until you would explode.
His voice whispered into your ear, filling your mind with images of the passion that would soon cum.
Last night, you teased me again with the story of how we purchased your boots. You weaved a tale, letting me into your being, letting me understand your thoughts. You completely understood that as you would sit in the chair at the shoe store, and I placed myself between your legs that I would be able to look up your very short skirt to see the lips of your pussy, cleanly shaved and very moist. The salesmen in the store could not keep their eyes off of you, each one of them disappointed that I, instead of any of them, was sitting on that bench touching your legs, smelling your excitement, and gazing into your very aroused being.
At that moment they all wanted to be me. After we purchased your boots, we walked through the mall, arm in arm until we arrived at the boutique. All this you remember, as do I. After we entered the boutique, it was the salesclerk; her name was Stephanie, which locked the door allowing us a private time for you to try on and model various outfits for me. With each new outfit you would leave the changing room and model it for my eyes alone, or so you believed.
And just like that you became transported back to that day in the boutique when you first met Stephanie.
To be continued.
