There are some who say “giving oral sex isn’t very dominant.” As someone who loves to do it, I feel the need to share a fantasy I had last night as an example of one way it still fits into the D/S dynamic without “role sacrifice” - something some folks really care a lot about.
She lie on the bed, bound and blindfolded. Next to her, the note read:
“No words. Please take what you want.”
I dutifully read the note and, not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, quickly disrobed.
Checking her bonds, I saw she had been thorough in her binding. She had literally left herself at my mercy, and the trust involved mixed well with my rising lust, kicking it into a fever pitch of desire.
Using my hands, I caressed her feet and started placing slow kisses near her ankles, and began kissing my way up.
Reaching her thigh, I pause to allow my breath to tickle her exposed sex - by now puffy and wet, before removing all touch, and watching her writhe with desire.
Moving to the other foot, I repeat my oral sojourn until, once again, I am at her hip. The scent of her arousal is unmistakable, and the heady, endorphine-fueled pheromones worked their magic and multiplied my hunger a thousand-fold.
Perhaps surprising her, I moved my lips to an inch above her smoothly shaven sex (an invitation for desert I have no intention of ignoring, or turning down) and begin to cover her stomach with kisses.
As I reach her beautiful, full breasts, my mouth begins to water. Like a wolf, my hunger is at its peak, and little red riding hood is about to be tortuously devoured in the most intimate of ways.
Placing my lips at the bottom of her breasts, I begin to slowly kiss and nibble, enjoying the view of her writhing in sexual need.
Her moans which were, to this point, unintelligable, have turned into a single word.
Over, and over she repeats the word as I use my teeth, lips, and tongue on her breasts and nipples, while my hand slowly strokes her inner thigh, moving higher by scant degrees, building her desire such that when a single finger of my hand finally, gently, caresses her sex, I find it to be hot to the touch, and very, very ready for me.
Moving to her ear, I gently take the lobe between my teeth. And breathe against her neck. The lust coursing through me is apparent in the tone and vibration of my voice as I begin to whisper the words we both enjoy as I begin slowly letting her sex - careful to not pass her outer labia which was open and begging for attention.
I kiss her forehead and her nose, working to her neck, and the spot between her breasts. I move my hands to her breasts as I move my mouth slowly downward, gently pinching her nipples to elicit the moan I find so addictive.
Finally reaching the spot above her sex, I pause and enjoy the control she has given me. Her hips gently buck in need - I doubt she is aware of her body’s betrayal - yet cruelly, I begin placing kisses around, but not directly on, her. Using my warm breath, I blow on her to watch the hood open and expose the smooth clitoris underneath.
I place my nose to the side, and I fight for self-control as my libido increases by an order of magnitude. The scent of her arousal, and knowing I am the cause affecting my inner animal, as I use my tongue to trace tight, small circles up her thighs and ending at her sex, without touching it.
By the time I reach the left thigh, she is bucking her hips in need, and with a desire for direct contact. The sexual torture, the control, the bondage, and the blindfold all merging together to create an intoxicating, and unignorable need in us both.
Untying her feet, I raise her knees to her chest, and reach up to her breasts with my hands, using my arms to ensure unfettered access to the meal laid out before me, and holding her firmly in place.
Slowly, I lick the line where her thigh meets her pussy, moving to the other leg to ensure balance. I can taste her arousal, and feel my own, impossibly, rising to meet hers, yet again.
All patience finally lost in the sea of self-patient lust we’ve shared, I begin to pleasure her in earnest.
Animalistic noises escape me as, in my exuberance for the task at hand, I begin to release the control I’ve tried so hard to maintain, and when I move to her inner labia, the tartness of her arousal pushes me past the ability to think, and all plans at teasing her further, evaporate.
Realizing my change in mood, she breathlessly pleads with me. “Please, sir. I need it, so bad” she says.
All thoughts, desires, ego, and even my sense of self are lost as she says so, and at that moment, I am the big bad wolf, devouring little red riding hood.
Inserting a finger, I find her cervix and begin to trace gentle circles on it. I pull my finger out, pull up her blindfold, and lock eyes with her as I lick it clean.
No words are necessary, and we both know that something huge, and unavoidable is about to happen.
I feel her sex begin to pulsate on my finger. Adding a second, I stop caressing her cervix, and instead move to her g-spot, and lay my head on her thigh.
Her desire fills each of my 6 senses. And, as her body begins to flush from pre-orgasmic release, I lock eyes with her and gently flick her clitoris with the tip of my tongue.
I begin a pattern of long licks, small circles, and indirect pressure to the side of her clit, noting how each causes her to writhe and moan.
“Please… oh please…” she begins repeating as her hips buck under my arms, desperate for release.
“Please what?” I say, using what we call my “dom voice.”
“Please sir, can I please cum? Please make me cum, sir.” She says.
Locking eyes, lower my tongue so the tip just brushes her ass, and widen my tongue as I taste the entirety of her, ending at her clit. She hasn’t looked away.
Ending her torment, I place my tongue at the side of her clit and apply deep pressure, before moving to tickle her clitoris with the smoother underside of my tongue.
Finally, without warning, my world goes silent as my arms are unable to hold her legs apart any longer, and I feel her pussy start to convulse on my fingers.
“I want to taste your lust” I growl into her sex as I pull my hands back and forcefully push my head closer, to better feel her pulse beneath me.
Her voice catches, as her body goes rigid, so I look up, lock eyes, and say “cum for me, girl” and plunge my tongue into her so I can feel her pulse around my tongue, feasting on her energy and lust like a starving madman.
Covered in her arousal, and watching her breathe, I untie her hands, roll her on her side and spoon her, while her breathing begins to slow.
“You smell like sex” she says
“I smell like good sex” I correct her and nuzzle my face into her neck as we both fall asleep.
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