sacchariferous-succubus:That pleading look in your eyes every time I gently brush against you….

sacchariferous-succubus:

That pleading look in your eyes every time I gently brush against you. Gently tease your bulge. Press my breasts against you on purpose. It’s been a few days since I last let you cum hasn’t it? I’m tempted to make you wait longer. I so love that look.

Mmph

Nuance

fate-contrived-they-should-meet:

When she found the rope under my bed
And said she wasn’t into being tied up
I felt embarassed
Stupidly I felt disappointed
Stupidly I missed the nuance
In her voice
And the subtle mocking tone
And it came as a surprise
A complete surprise
When she rendered me helpless
When she spread me vulnerable
When she used my own rope
To bind me as a pro
To ratchet up my arousal
To work me to my highest intensity
And lock me there
With knots and cinches
And swollen purple balls
And fingernails dragged
And nipples crushed and twisted
And my mouth
Drowning in her juices
And my tongue
Swimming in her juices
And my cock
Throbbing
And my cock pleading
And her mouth mocking
And her mouth teasing
And her mouth laughing

The precum, the twitching, the smell of a desperately aroused…

The precum, the twitching, the smell of a desperately aroused cock, the moans… they drove her wild. Slowly teasing him was one of her favorite ways to relax, except she had to keep control of herself or else he’d cum too quickly. She never let him know it but she never let him cum on purpose, and it felt delightfully wicked to feel his anticipation and hope surge and fall in waves when even she didn’t know when he’d cum.

That was months ago. Now that they have a chastity belt that he’s adjusted to, and she is finally liberated. She can get just all the precum, twitching, smell of a desperately aroused cock, and moans she likes, for as long as she likes, all without having to hold back, without having to think and watch him to prevent letting him cum too soon, even when she firmly presses her tongue against the exposed slit and licks back and forth for much longer than he can stand.

teazdndenied: One of Abby’s favorite stress releases after the…

teazdndenied:

One of Abby’s favorite stress releases after the end of a long day was to snuggle in to her husband, letting her head rest peacefully on his stomach. She would free his cock from its fabric prison then softly, gently, slowly let her fingers delicately brush and trace along the length of it.

At the feel of it stiffening and swelling beneath her touch Abby would let out a soft sigh of contentment, feeling the first signs of her stress that had built within her during the day begin to diminish. Something about the feel of the heat building within his erection against the coolness of her hand… the rhythm of the way that it at first pulsed gently beneath her silky fingertips but then gradually built in to a steady, desperate throbbing…. it was like calming therapy for Abby, a slow journey where gradually her stress would eventually be released.

But, today was Monday.

And Mondays were the worst for Abby, her office often a maelstrom of administrative chaos and grumpy, agitated people.

On Mondays, it could sometimes take hours for Abby to unwind at the end of her day.

Tonight it would take more than the rhythmic, desperate throbbing of her husband’s cock to ease her stress.

It would take the feel of how it quivered so helplessly when it was left trapped just at the brink of release, only to then be denied her touch just long enough so she could resume once more moments later…

It would take the feel of his warm, slick pre-cum oozing helplessly from the tip…. and the oh so relaxing sensations she felt as her fingertips slowly spread the slippery fluid over him so that it glistened before her eyes….

And, it would take the sounds of his labored breathing and needy whimpers…. the sight of the quivers in his thighs…. the feel of his balls slowly becoming warmer, fuller, heavier when she let them rest in the palm of her hand…..

But, Abby didn’t mind. She was patient. She knew no matter how long it took, eventually her stress would be released through the desperate throbbing and dripping of her husband’s aching erection. It was only a matter of time.

Regrettably for her husband though, Abby’s own particular brand of self-therapy did not seem to leave him in the same calm, relaxed state of contentment in which it left Abby.

teazdndenied: It had been a long Monday, starting with her…

teazdndenied:

It had been a long Monday, starting with her alarm clock rudely dragging her away from a steamy hot erotic dream at 5 a.m….. and at just the wrong moment. Damn it. And as much as she would have loved to have drifted back to sleep in the hopes of seeing just how this dream might end that was not an option.

Not today. An early morning flight awaited her, followed by a day of sales presentations. She looked forward to the challenge of a new day…. a new client… a new group of men for her to persuade to do her bidding. Unlike the men though who she might persuade to stroke their cocks in her hotel room for her amusement, these men will instead be stroking checks…. signing contracts…. agreeing to her terms.

God how she loved sales….. the perfect marriage of her technical brilliance and her skills of seduction.

And it wasn’t as if she slept with clients to gain their business. That was never necessary. Her ways were more subliminal… more subtle… yet every bit as effective.

That’s not to say that her business travels were without their share of mischief. Far from it. It’s just that her pleasure would come later….. perhaps a random, nameless man from the hotel bar… a man who she would put her imprint on in a way that he would never, ever forget.

Tonight she’d had to endure a client dinner after her day of presentations so it was after 9:00 by the time she returned to her hotel. She pondered calling it a night, but the day had been so successful…. and that damned unfinished dream had been playing through her mind off and on all day.

Perhaps she should stop by the hotel bar? Just in case?

Her eyes subtly scanned the bar as she entered, sensing that familiar sensation of hungry male eyes immediately undressing her. Though she may have been a bit older than many present, she was every bit as alluring. And without a doubt, once she had a man in her room, she could give him a night to remember that younger women could not begin to imagine.

She carried herself with confidence and grace, returning the smiles of men who clearly were already forming their strategy in their mind of how to approach her. Tonight though she was interested in something else. Not the typical bravado of the road warrior who’d experienced countless encounters while doing ‘company business’.

And then, he caught her eye. Sitting alone at a small table. Close enough to the bustle of the crowd as to not be overlooked, but far enough away to not be in the middle of it. As if he wanted to be part of the dance, but was still unsure and tentative as to how to insert himself in to the flow.

She saw him briefly make eye contact with her, offer a quick smile, but then avert his eyes as if perhaps he’d done something wrong.

Perfect.

Wasting no time she made her way directly to his table. “I’m sorry, but all the seats at the bar seem to be taken,” she said as she gazed down at him. Glancing around the bar she added, “… and you seem to have found the perfect spot. Would you mind terribly if I joined you?”

She found the look of surprise in his eyes to be rather adorable. Clearly the last thing this gentleman expected was for a woman to approach him. Of course he quickly agreed… and her dance of seduction began.

It took her no time at all to deduce that this man was far from a road warrior which worked to her advantage, making it easy for her to steer the conversation how she wanted… drawing from him the information she wanted to know.

Married. Kids. Rarely out of the office. The sort of man who had that awkward, uncomfortable, married man sort of look about him simply from being in the presence of a woman like her in a hotel bar.

In other words, the sort of man who made her moist just to think about luring up to her room to have her way with.

It was obvious that he was spellbound by her… looking at her in that way that men do when they’re barely able to believe their good fortune to be sitting with a woman like her. Still, everything about his body language, his voice, his mannerisms made it clear he was all but clueless as to what the next step was in a situation like this when on the road.

It was time………….

Reaching over, she began to softly…. sensually…. teasingly…. trace her fingertips over his. She looked in to his eyes and spoke in a soft, sultry voice.

“Sweetie…. let me make this easy for you. You don’t have to ask the question… you don’t have to say a word…. but, you should know…. I have every intention of taking you up to my room with me….. and I have every intention of doing all sorts of wicked things to you…..”

His face flushed crimson, his heart began pounding frantically, his mouth falling open as he was unable to breathe. Smirking slightly she murmured, “Shhh, don’t talk….. just nod your head….. would you like that, baby?”

The hotel bar now seemed to be spinning wildly to him, but after swallowing hard and remembering to take a breath he managed to nod his acknowledgement.

Now her eyes were bright, revealing the lust now building within her, her voice now all but dripping with sex.

“… you’ll be mine sweetheart… mine to do with as I please…. to use as I please…. ” She smiled wickedly as a quiet, involuntary whimper escaped him, her fingertips still softly tracing.

God, how was she doing this?? It was as if each soft caress of her fingers against his was now being felt in his cock, causing it to begin stiffening…. straining…. throbbing….

“….. mmm, and you’ll confess everything to me…. all of your secrets…. all of your lusts…. and the ones that you protect from your wife?… you won’t be able to protect from me….”

Oh christ, he was getting so hard… his body feeling feverish… he needed her to stop talking… to stop touching him….

Her breasts were heaving, her pussy moistening as she watched this poor man struggling. Still, she couldn’t stop. Not yet. This was way too hot…. way too much fun.

“…. oh honey, the things I’m going to do with you…. things that you won’t be able to stop…. things that will make…. you…. beg…..”

Oh jesus, how could his cock be so hard without being touched?! It was like her voice… her words… her caresses were wrapping around his shaft and working him toward the edge…

She chuckled at the look on his face, teasing, “… what’s that matter, baby?…. is your cock getting hard?…. hmm?….. would you like to be my fucktoy for the night?….”

He was melting down right before her eyes, barely able to think. Red faced and breathing heavily he managed to nod his head.

“You’ll do exactly as I say….. and the first time you don’t, you’ll leave…. you understand that, don’t you baby?” It wasn’t as much a question as it was a statement of fact.

Again he nodded, his hand now visibly trembling beneath hers. Grinning, she purred, “Mmm, good boy….,” then glancing toward their server smiled and said, “Check please?”

She smiled to herself with anticipation. Finally, she was now going to be able to create her own ending to the dream her alarm had disrupted when her day began.

jukeboxemcsa: “You’re trying to resist me.” It wasn’t a…

jukeboxemcsa:

“You’re trying to resist me.” It wasn’t a question. Mistress Lori never needed to ask Bryan what he was thinking. Bryan had long ago stopped trying to figure out whether she had a unique insight into his thought process, or if she’d simply spent so long putting ideas in his head that he automatically accepted her every word as a product of his own mind. “It won’t work.”

She gave him a wry smile, her fingers continuously working precum into the sensitive skin of his cock. “Because the more you struggle, pet…the more aroused you become.” She wanted him to resist, of course. It was one of her favorite games, telling him to try to stay awake even as she stroked him into blissful oblivion. And Bryan enjoyed losing almost as much as Mistress enjoyed winning. It meant that he was becoming more and more conditioned to fail to resist her will, of course, but that wasn’t exactly something that bothered him too much.

As evidenced by his raging erection. “And the more aroused you become,” Mistress Lori whispered, clearly aware of his vulnerability and happy to exploit it, “the more your mind focuses on your cock. You can’t tear your eyes away from it, in fact. You’re watching my hands move up and down, teasing the head, massaging your sensitive sack…and the more attention you pay to your arousal, the less you think about my words. Until they just slip into your dreamy mind and you obey.”

“O…bey…” Bryan knew he was already weakening. He didn’t know how long he had been staring at his glistening cockhead, watching Mistress’s fingers dance up and down his throbbing shaft. It felt like an eternity; Mistress knew him so well, knew exactly how to keep him suspended in perfect pleasure without allowing him release. She only let him cum when he surrendered. Until then, he would drift in timeless ecstasy for her.

He would be cumming soon. “Good boy!” she purred, giving his cock a rapid tug to keep him centered on the pure bliss of mindless descent into her will. “You’re trying so hard, resisting with all your strength…but all that does is wear you out. All that resistance does is make you sleepy…and horny…and focused deeply on the pleasure of obedience. And you know what happens when your resistance crumbles, don’t you, pet?”

Bryan sighed. “I…cum,” he moaned softly, the pleasure finally overwhelming his ability to think. His vision blurred as his heavy eyelids began to sink shut, and his balls tightened as the orgasm building inside him grew beyond his capacity to control. His pleasure was under Mistress’s control. How could he possibly have forgotten?

“That’s right,” Mistress said, her voice like silken cloth on his cock. “Say it again, pet. Pay me your tribute. Obey.” Her eyes glittered with excitement, and he knew she would be insatiably hungry for his tongue inside her once she had finally stroked his mind into submission.

“I…cum!” Bryan screamed, as sticky jets of hot cum gushed up and out of his hard cock. His eyes slipped shut, his mind went blank, and his last thought was that Mistress Lori made defeat feel better than any victory possibly could.

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