SUBMIT TO ME
Gemma Parkes
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SUBMIT TO ME
Copyright 2011 by Gemma Parkes
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DON’T MOVE
David and I have always enjoyed sexual experimentation. We are liberated in our ideas, but also very much in love. We enjoy sensuality as much as excitement and like to feed our mutual desires with a good helping of both.
“Tie me up,” I whispered hotly to him one night post orgasm,” I want to be your slave.”
It was two day’s before I was granted my wish.
The blindfold felt soft against my skin. Its competence in blocking out every trace of light was impressive. The room was silent. I knew that he was watching me from the bedroom chair, feeding on my vulnerability. I lay naked on the bed, tied to all four bedposts by silken scarves. They held me in place with a mixture of sensual silk and strong knots. David had undressed me and laid me down with great care. My blonde hair had been spread out across the soft white bed cover in an almost sacrificial manner. I had watched him prepare the bedroom with softly dimmed lights and scented, flickering candles before my blindfold was placed gently but firmly over my enquiring blue eyes.
I was shivering with anticipation. Too excited to relax as I lay there totally exposed with my legs spread wide apart, my pubic hair previously shaved to reveal every inch of my body in the dancing candlelight. I could sense him watching, waiting for the right time to strike. I could hear his steady breathing in the stillness of the room. I quivered with anticipation.
After a few minutes I detected movement and my heartbeat quickened. I held my breath in a vain attempt to hear him, where was he?
I felt something on my left nipple, a gentle breath I think, then another on my right nipple. I shuddered as l felt them stiffen. Something soft began stroking my leg, so slight it was hardly there.
I felt a freezing cold sensation, again on my left nipple and I gasped. David pressed the ice-cube hard against its ripened point and the sensation was one of pain, I squirmed.
“Don’t move.” he growled.
I felt the water run down the side of my breast and wet the bed cover, a pool of the cool water ran between my breasts.
A sensation on my other nipple caused me to cry out. The hot burning wax dripped onto it relentlessly.
“Sh.” he whispered deeply into my ear.
David fingered my wet nipple gathering the water and spreading it around my breast; I groaned at his touch then yelped as another burning droplet of wax burned into my tender skin.
He stopped and moved away from me. A few seconds later I heard a swish and something made contact with my stomach. I bucked and David barked again.
“Don’t move!”
The cat o’ nine tails came down again and he stroked it across me, the individual strands sliding across my breasts, swirling quickly round and round dipping through the middle of my legs like a hundred soft fluttering fingers, I moaned softly as he teased me, allowing the whip to stroke along my clit before he brought it down again with a sharp swish to land on my inner thigh.
He must have turned it around then, as I could now feel the stiffness of the thin handle beginning to tease and probe the entrance of my now throbbing pussy. I tried to arch my back, wanting him to push it deep inside me. I could feel my juices already making the sheet beneath me damp.
“Please.” I whimpered.
“Not yet.” he growled flashing the whip across my thighs and making me cry out.
He moved away from me again and I heard a soft vibrating sound towards my right. I went to move my head but then remembered my orders, and the stinging of the whip. David took my right nipple quickly into his mouth and covered it with his warm saliva, sucking deftly at its peak. He bit and I squirmed. He replaced his sharp teeth with a vibrating nipple clamp. I moaned softly as the searing, vibrating, pleasurable pain crept through my entire breast. He did the same with the other nipple and stood back as I shuddered and tried not to buck or thrash my head about. Instead I focused on the soft humming and allowed the tingling waves to wash over me.
“Please,” I begged, “Touch me David.”
He gently stroked my tummy, tender for a moment, his smooth hands calming me.
“Sh,” he whispered, softly kissing my neck.
I felt another cube of ice, this time pressed against my pussy lips, I gasped as he held it there melting rapidly against the heat of my throbbing clit. The water streamed down between my legs to mingle with my juices. He took another cube and pushed it gently inside me; I gasped as the cold froze my inner passage and whimpered as his tongue began to lap up the ensuing mixture, flicking its rough surface against my clit as he did so. He teased me for a few more moments, until the last of the ice had yielded to my body heat.
David untied me and sat me up, I went to hold him.
“No,” he pushed my arms gently away, “I told you, don’t move.”
Everything was silent again apart from my labored breathing and the gentle buzzing of the clamps. He buried his hands deep into my hair, taking fistfuls and gently tugging. I felt my scalp tingle as the many nerve ends there responded to his caress. The pleasure that came from his touch was overwhelming. I groaned as he held my hair in a one handed pony tail, stroking around my vibrating breast with the other. I felt his cock teasing around my mouth and stuck out my tongue eager to taste the pearl of liquid l knew would be gathering at the tip. David slid himself up and down inserting two fingers against the roof of my mouth to stop me clamping down to suck him. He still held my hair in his other hand and started to thrust himself deeper into my mouth. I gagged as he hit the back of my throat and he removed his fingers to allow deeper penetration. He thrust deeper, pulling my hair back so that he could watch himself. I tried harder to control my gagging reflex, sliding my tongue along his shaft and squeezing him with my throat muscles. I heard him groan and he thrust steadily holding my head still with two firm hands.
Before long he stopped thrusting and held himself very still, not wanting to release his sperm just yet. He eased himself slowly out of my throat and I felt my jaw adjust to its new position. He reached forward and unclamped my nipples, licking and sucking the feeling back into their swollen tips. Then turning me around he pushed my head down and entered my swollen pussy, I moaned loudly as he pounded me furiously, both hands gripping my hips. His balls slapped quickly against me as he eased the tension we were both feeling and began to drive me towards release, l could feel my orgasm building, its slow tingling sensation spreading deep inside me. David withdrew sharply causing me to buck and push backwards searching for him with my ass.