~OBEDIENCE & EXPOSURE~
I am laying over your lap, my arms raised over my head, eyes closed, feeling safe, warm, and relaxed despite the vulnerability of my nakedness and my open legs, which I am not allowed to close. Your left hand pins my wrists in playful firmness which neither of us takes too seriously, yet it sets the mood for the touching...Your right hand traces the curves of my body, around my breasts, down my side, everywhere stroking softly, tickling. Excruciatingly light touch, putting me on the edge between flight and delight. I gasp and squirm, twisting in a feigned desire to escape yet careful to remain open to your touch. Chills course over me as you graze my soft downey hairs. Slipping your hand behind my head you pull me up, licking my lips and invading my mouth as you push my arms down, opening and exposing my breasts even more.
Now , firm touch that I relax into, my muscles massaged and even my very bones subtly moved. Exploring, kneading, opening me. You expertly alternate your touch; light tickles then firm massage, keeping me on that fine edge. Shivers, shudders, and low growling sounds provide the feedback you need to tease without mercy....
I am going to explore your limits tonight, my Love. Stand in the archway." The arch. So that will be the game tonight. B y the tone in your voice I know it will be a difficult session. Quickly, to avoid punishment for hesitation, I assume the position as I have been trained, Hands touching the top of the arch, feet and knees spread, eyes closed, breasts thrust out. Vunerable. Sexy.
Coming up behind me you press your chest to my back and encircle me, cradling the point of my belly in one hand , a breast in the other, softly kissing the nape of my neck. I know the rules, but for my pleasure you whisper them: "Eyes closed. You may moan and make other sounds, but do not speak or scream. You may squrim so long as you do not move your hands or your feet. Indeed, you must squirm, must show your torment and relinquish your pride, or your test will become even more severe." Simple rules, but ones you can not possibly obey... Without being told I know there are no safty words for this game. Just obedience and exposure. Any movement to protect myself or to interfere with the torment and the game is over.
You release me and back away. I smell leather and hear the cat being warmed. Tension builds within me. Nothing holds me in place but my will, my pride, and a desire to please. I belong to you. Now, You will test the depth of my love......
My breasts are caressed. Such tender caress(and one of my favorite parts of all the games we play) it is difficult imaging that you can hurt me there, too. Without warning my breast is lightly slapped. All my instincts rebel and I am driven to protect myself, but only a slight flinch betrays the urge. Made to wait now for the inevitable second slap, I steel myself. WHACK! Much harder, as I knew it would be. My nipple is pinched, then twisted, then pulled until it slips from your grip. Again I wait, for your trails always come in pairs, the first unexpected but easy, the second much harder. Always I am made to wait for the second one, made to contmplate my situation, made to choose obedience yet again. Gently at first, pressure building slowly. At first I am silent and still, but only briefly. Soon I am squirming and panting, wanting to beg mercy, to flee, to protect myself. Struggling to give myself to you, trembling, I press my breasts out, my nipple in agony.
My exertions noted, You lighten the pressure on my nipple and reward my exertions with soft strokes of my wet slit. Soon my hips begin to pump and you take up my rhythm. Light teasing strokes of my sex that become lighter as my sensitivity increases. Soft moans escape my lips...Your hand soaked, You gently hold my sex in your cupped hand, lightly fingering my opening, teasing and allowing me to slip and slide over you as I desperately seek release, but always withholding the friction I need.
I fold knees inward: a vain attempt to increase the friction. You respond instantly with harsh handling of my breast, pulling, squeezing, and slapping, reminding me to display myself. I force my knees open again, exposing myself to the terrible (yet wonderful) torment. A sheen of sweat covers me as you grasp my nipple again, a reminder of my helplessness. The light, teasing strokes of my sex continue as I tremble and quake over your hand.
Controlled by my nipple, tettering on the brink of orgasm. Desperate for you. Yours. Only for you. You move your fingers to my swollen clit and give me what I crave....
The combination of my helplessness and the gentle stroking drives me to a frenzy. Panting and desperate, I am lost in sensations and my hands SLIP from the ARCH as my legs together. You don't stop, You only restrain me, resisting my movements, keeping your hand on my sex as I flail.
You smile, having expected this. (You always loose contorl here.) Moans build to screams, then subside as my hips pump slower, slower, then stop. When finally I am still you wrap me, still shuddering occasionally and moaning softly, gently in your arms as a mother would cuddle an infant. Soon you will relieve your tension into me, but now you are content to lay me out on the rug, blow cooling breaths over me, and scratch me gently as my moans subside and breathing slows. When you are ready to listen again . You lean close, slide your hand to my throat, and whisper "My Love, you have disobeyed......"
BY
~white dove~
