“can you… can you talk me through what you’re going to do? before you do it? so i know what’s coming?” you ask. needing control. predictability. me nodding immediately. “of course, baby. i’ll tell you every single thing before it happens. and you can say stop anytime. you’re in complete control here.”
you visibly relaxing at that. “okay… okay that helps. thank you.” “of course, sweetheart. whatever makes you feel safe. that’s all that matters to me.”
both of us on the bed. you lying down. tense. me sitting next to you. not touching yet. “i’m going to start by just putting my hand on your stomach, over your shirt. just resting it there. nothing else. does that sound okay to you?”
you nodding. “yeah… that’s okay.” me slowly placing my hand on your stomach. gentle. warm. no pressure. “there we go. just like this. i’m not moving it anywhere. just letting you feel the warmth of my hand. how does that feel?”
you breathing. adjusting to the sensation. “okay… that’s actually nice…” “good, sweetheart. i’m so glad. i’m going to leave it here for a bit. let you get completely comfortable with it. you’re doing so well already, baby.”
sitting like that. hand still. patient. you gradually relaxing under it. muscles loosening. “this is okay… i like knowing what’s happening… what’s next…” “i love that you’re asking, baby. that’s perfect. next, i’d like to slide my hand up just a little bit. still over your shirt. just to your ribs. nice and slow so you can feel it moving. is that alright with you?”
you nodding. “yeah… that’s alright.” “okay, sweetheart. here we go.” moving my hand up slowly. deliberately. you watching. tracking the movement. “you’re doing beautifully, baby. still feeling okay?”
“yes… it’s good… keep going…” hand settling on your ribs. “right here. i’m going to keep my hand here for a little while. just gentle pressure. i can feel you breathing. you’re so brave, sweetheart.”
you breathing deeper. more evenly. “i can feel you breathing too… it’s actually kind of grounding…” “i’m so glad, baby. that’s exactly what i was hoping. you’re safe here. completely safe.”
“now, i’d really like to slide my hand under your shirt. just to feel your skin. but i won’t move it anywhere else. just right here on your stomach where it’s safe. would that be okay with you, sweetheart?”
you hesitating. thinking. “yeah… yeah that’s okay. just my stomach though.” “just your stomach. i promise, baby. nothing else unless you tell me you want more.”
slowly sliding my hand under your shirt. warm skin against warm skin. you tensing slightly. “you’re okay, sweetheart. just breathe with me. nice and slow.” you breathing. trying to relax. “okay… it’s okay… just feels different…”
“i know, baby. new things always feel a little strange at first. that’s completely normal. my hand is just going to rest right here. on your bare stomach. that’s all.” staying completely still. letting you adjust. “is this still okay for you?”
“yeah… actually yeah. it’s warm. it feels really nice.” “i’m so happy to hear that, sweetheart. you’re doing amazingly. now i’m going to move my hand in really small, gentle circles. just rubbing your stomach softly. tell me if it’s too much, okay?”
starting to move. slow circles. soothing. you watching my hand. “that’s… that actually feels really good…” “i’m so glad, baby. you deserve to feel good.”
continuing those circles. you relaxing more with each pass. “what comes next?” “well, sweetheart, next i’d like to move my hand a little higher. to your ribs. still under your shirt. but i need to know if that feels okay to you first. there’s no rush at all.”
you considering. “will you keep moving this slow? this gentle?” “absolutely, baby. just like this. slow and gentle. and i’ll keep telling you before i move anywhere new. i promise.” “okay then. you can. i trust you.”
sliding my hand up carefully. under your shirt. to your ribs. you breathing harder. not from fear. from new sensations. “there we go. right here. i’m just going to keep those same gentle circles. nothing scary. you’re so safe with me, baby.”
continuing to touch. gentle. soothing. you actually relaxing now. tension melting away. “this is really nice… i didn’t think submitting would feel this nice…” “i’m so happy you’re enjoying it, sweetheart. when you feel safe, it can be so beautiful. and you are safe. i’ve got you.”
“i do feel safe… with you telling me everything… explaining…” “good, baby. that’s the most important thing. now, eventually, i’d really love to touch your chest. your breasts. but we absolutely don’t have to do that right now. we can keep building up to it. or we can stop right here and just stay like this. whatever feels right for you, sweetheart. what would you like?”
you thinking. processing. “i think… i think i want to try. but can we take a little break first? this is a lot to take in…” “of course, baby. we can take as long a break as you need. there’s no timeline here. none at all.”
sitting up. moving my hand away gently. you missing the warmth but needing the space. “can you just hold me for a bit? just… hold me?” “i would love nothing more, sweetheart. come here.”
pulling you into my arms. you curling up against me. safe. “thank you for being so patient with me… i know this is probably frustrating…” “sweetheart, no. you’re not frustrating at all. watching you learn to receive? to let go? it’s beautiful. you’re beautiful. and i’m honored you’re trusting me with this.”
holding you for a while. no pressure. no expectations. just comfort and warmth. eventually you pulling back slightly. “okay… i think i’m ready to keep going… if that’s still okay?” “of course it’s okay, baby. only if you’re sure though. we can always stop.”
“i’m sure. i want to keep trying. with you.” lying back down. me settling next to you again. smiling softly. “okay, sweetheart. i’m going to put my hand back under your shirt. right on your ribs. same place as before. sound good?”
you nodding. “yeah. that sounds good.” hand going back. you relaxing into it much faster this time. “there we go. your body remembers this. remembers that this feels safe and good.” “yeah… it does…”
“you’re doing so good, baby. now, i’m going to move my hand up just a little. to rest right under your breast. not touching it yet. just resting there. letting you feel where my hand is. is that alright?”
you breathing deeper. “okay… yes… you can…” moving my hand up slowly. you watching. hand settling gently. “right here. just like this. you’re being so brave, sweetheart. so open. i’m so proud of you.”
you breathing hard. “it’s different… but i think it’s good… i think…” “take your time, baby. you don’t have to decide right away. just feel. what does your body tell you?”
you checking in with yourself. “it’s… it’s good. it’s definitely good. you can keep going.” “thank you for telling me, sweetheart. now, i’m going to cup your breast. very gently. just holding it. feeling the weight of it in my palm. nothing more than that... ready?”
you nodding. nervous but wanting. me cupping so gently. you gasping. “oh…” “is that okay, baby? talk to me.” “it’s… it’s good… just really new…”
holding like that. not moving. not doing anything else. just letting you feel. “you’re safe, sweetheart. i’ve got you. what would you like next?”
you thinking. “what… what were you going to do next?” “well, i’d like to touch your nipple. just brush over it very gently with my thumb. see how it feels for you there. but only if you want that, baby.”
you tensing slightly. then consciously relaxing. “okay… but really gentle, like you said…” “so gentle, sweetheart. i promise.”
thumb brushing over your nipple. barely there. you gasping. arching slightly. “oh…” “how was that, baby? too much?” “no… no that was… that was really good… i’m just really sensitive there…”
“that’s perfect, sweetheart. being sensitive is a good thing. it means you get to feel everything more. can i do that again?” you nodding. “yes… please…”
continuing those light touches. you moaning softly. surprised by your own sounds. “this is… wow, this is a lot…” “do you need me to stop, baby?” “no… no please don’t stop… just… keep telling me what you’re doing like you have been…”
“of course, sweetheart. always. so right now, i’m going to touch your nipple a little more purposefully. going to roll it gently between my thumb and finger. just a little bit of pressure. okay?”
doing it carefully. you gasping. moaning. “yes… oh god yes, like that…” “you sound so beautiful, baby. i love hearing you enjoy this.”
continuing to play with your nipple gently. you getting more into it. less worried. “i’d like to touch your other breast too, sweetheart. use both my hands. would that feel good for you?”
you nodding quickly. “yes… yes please… i want that…” other hand sliding under your shirt. finding your other breast. cupping it just as gently. “both at once now, baby. is this okay?”
working both carefully. attentively. you moaning. hips starting to move without thinking. “this is… i never knew… didn’t know it could feel like this…” “that’s because you’re letting yourself receive, sweetheart. you’re doing so good.”
continuing to touch. watching your face. seeing pleasure replace nervousness. “eventually, i’d really love to take your shirt off. see you properly. touch you without fabric in the way. but only when you feel ready for that, baby.”
you thinking. barely able to focus through the sensations. “yes… you can… i want you to take it off…” “are you completely sure, sweetheart? we don’t have to.”
“i’m sure… please… i want to feel more…” sitting you up carefully. removing your shirt slowly. gently. laying you back down. looking at you with so much warmth. “you’re absolutely beautiful, sweetheart.”
you blushing. instinct telling you to cover yourself. fighting it. “thank you…” hands back on your breasts. skin to skin now. you moaning. “oh wow… so much better without the shirt…”
“i know, baby. now i can see you. see how beautiful you are when you’re feeling good.” playing with both nipples. watching you arch. moan. “that’s it, sweetheart. you’re doing so perfectly.”
working you like this. building you up slowly. “i’d really love to kiss you while i touch you, baby. would that feel good?” you opening your eyes. looking at me. nodding. “yes… please kiss me…”
leaning down. kissing you so gently. still playing with your nipples. you moaning into my mouth. hands finally coming up to my hair. holding me. gaining confidence.
kissing deeper. touching more deliberately. you completely relaxed now. trusting. surrendering. pulling back to look at you. “see how good this feels when you let someone take care of you, sweetheart?”
you nodding. smiling. actually smiling. “i do… i really do… thank you for being so patient with me…” “always, baby. always. you’re worth every bit of patience. now, we can keep going if you want. or we can stop here. whatever feels right for you.”
you considering. “i want to keep going… but can we keep going this slow? and you keep telling me?” “absolutely, sweetheart. as slow as you need. and i’ll tell you everything. i’ve got you, baby. you’re so safe with me.”
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