Yours
I love being your sub, my hands tied behind my back...your fingers running on down the side of my cheek, under my chin, guiding my face so that I am looking up as I kneel in front of you. Anticipation and desire to taste you wells in my body. Wetness spreads between my legs... You smile, seeing me battle the urge to squirm with desire, against your orders to stay still... My eyes, pleading up at you for even just a quick taste...
Your hand in my hair, pulling me back ever so slightly, away from the prize that I seek...You smile, and pull me close, and my mouth hungrily seeks that which is still buried under your clothes. My teeth find your zipper, and gently pull it down, my tongue seeking that which is hidden inside, desperately flicking.
Your grip on my hair pulls me back after just the slightest contact between the tip of my tongue and your flesh, causing me to whimper as I look up at you.
"Is that whining I hear?"
I realize my mistake, and hesitate- do I say no, and risk punishment for lying? Or do I say yes, admitting to the need for punishment? Wetness overtakes me in that moment of hesitation, and I find myself yearning for my correction, yearning to make things right.
"Come little girl"
Your voice accompanies a gentle but very firm tug on my hair, as you pull me to my feet, and over to the edge of the bed. You sit, and I know.
I stand, my hands still secured behind my back, awaiting your signal. You point to my panties, now soaked, and then to the floor. With my hands secured, I squirm, trying to free the cloth from the curves of my hips, so that they will drop.
'Turn around. I want to see you bare your ass for me.'
I turn, flicking the edge of the fabric free. The panties slide down my legs as I complete the 180 degree turn, catching on my calves.
Your hands reach my hips, and jerk me a step backwards, closer to you. I use the movement to free my leg, allowing the panties to hit the floor. Your finger traces a pattern on one cheek, and then a other.
'It's a shame this pretty milky ass is going to be coloured so quickly, don't you think?' Your words are accompanied by a quick snap, and I feel the sting of your fingers. I gasp- and whimper again- as the hand which brought the pain immediately returns to my skin, your fingers parting my lips to reach the fountain flowing from within me.
'You whine again? It seems as though you will need a thorough punishment tonight.'
My hips are jerked again, pulled to the side and twisted so that I fall over your lap. Your hands take my tied wrists, and shift my body so that the mounds of my ass are exposed to you.
Unintentionally, I reach back with my hands, so as to create a shield, and instantly realize I have made yet another mistake. I retract my hands, bending my elbows to ensure that my cheeks are unobstructed.
"That's my good girl. See, you can correct your mistakes". Those words validate me, fill me with pride at being yours, and at knowing that I have made you happy.
That moment of pride is followed by a moment of pain, as the first in a series of spankings find the center of my cheeks. I feel a stinging warmth which both hurts and brings pleasure. My mind begins to calm, safe in the knowledge that your correction comes from a place of caring and guidance. Again and again, each slap brings this rush of emotions, until your voice breaks the silence.
"You have taken your punishment well. Good girl. But because of the sass you gave me, you will not get what you want. When- or if- I decide to let you taste me, it will be when I want to bury myself in your face. Do you understand?"
I twist my body to look up at you; eager to please while also mourning the taste I'd hoped would soon fill my mouth.
'Yes sir. Of course Maestro."
Your smile, so soothing, looks down on me. As I smile back, your face shifts, and suddenly I find myself being tossed onto the bed.
Your hands caress my body, exploring the curves and crevasses, tracing the stretch marks. The contrast between the prior movement and the gentleness of your touch drives me wild, and I am again aware of my wetness. Your lips choose the imperfections that make my body unique, kissing and suckling as you make your way down to my inner thigh. I gasp as your tongue flicks between my lips, finding my clit instantly, and the night fades away into a series of orgasms, each more intense than the last, until my body shudders uncontrollably....
Yes, I do love serving you...