MINE A story by bi_angel bi_angel123@yahoo.com Not to be reproduced or distributed without the express, written permission of the author.
DISCLAIMER: This story contains scenes of explicit sexual behaviour between consenting adults. This material is not intended for readers under the age of consent.
MINE
Your naked skin is slightly chilled in the cool, air conditioned room, goosebumps marring your perfect skin. The blindfold covering your eyes leaves you in complete darkness, unaware of my presence behind you. You have been in this position for over a half hour now, but your nervousness is only betrayed by the occassional clenching of your fist. Your calm stance as you wait in the middle of the room for me to arrive belies the inner turmoil you are feeling.
I have opened the door very quietly, so as not to alert you to my presence. I am watching you silently, but I can see you are becoming aware of me, your spine straightening slightly, a minute tilt to your head, the fluttering of your fingers against your thigh. I push off the doorframe I have been resting on and walk into the room, deliberately ignoring your presence. I walk around you, my lips curving into a small smile as I see the diamond hardness of your nipples. The slight musky scent in the room emanates from you, betraying your overwhelming desire.
I take a seat opposite you, relaxing back into the softness of the armchair, luxuriating in the beauty you are to me. From the first minute I saw you, I knew you would be mine, body and soul. You were so very sweet, so appealing in your little shorts and tee, those tanned, rounded thighs signalling me like a beacon. I use every opportunity possible to brush myself up against those firm, young breasts, desperate to know how they would mold themselves to my palm, aching to test the firmness of those dark shadowed nipples I could glimpse under your tee. I still remember the moment your eyes first locked onto mine, the shooting awareness that went between us. The feeling of certainty I had, a primal awareness of your willingness to be mine. And you are mine, just as much a part of me as my own heart. I could no more let you go than I could stop breathing.
I pour myself a drink from the chilled bottle you have left on the side table, my favourite wine. I raise my glass in a silent toast to you, a toast you will never recognize. You, my angel, have become the light in my life, the force which drives me. Your perfect submissiveness, your overwhelming desire to please, your desire to subjugate yourself completely to my will, it is like the very blood pumping through my heart. You have been mine for a year now, and your thorough training has paid off, to allow this night to happen. This night, my pet, you will become mine, body and soul. Your limits discarded, your safewords forgotten, you will be mine, at your own behest. I asked you, Are you sure? Do you realize what you are asking for, my sweet? Your eyes, those angel eyes of yours, looking up at me solemnly, your body quivering with your earnestness. Yes, Mistress, you breathed, and at that moment, my whole world became complete.
And this will be it, the night you have requested. Tonight will be for you, but it will make you mine for the rest of our lives. I am impatient to begin, but recognize the value in prolonging the experience for you. You are positively electric with energy, yet your stillness does not betray you. I can feel the pull of your desire echoing my own, your hard nipples provoking an answering response in mine. I stand and slowly disrobe, hidden from your gaze by the blindfold separating you from me. Once naked, I slowly rub my hands across myself, never taking my gaze from you, tweaking my nipples slowly as I consider my course of action. I open my bag and remove some of my toys, arranging them close by, my heart beating a little faster as I think of their purpose. I slide my feet into my shoes, their four inch heels giving me added height, and radiating authority. I slide my arms into the cool silk of my robe, tying the thin belt about my waist, smoothing the crimson silk over my hips. I check my reflection in the mirror, and give my hair a final brush, before turning my attention to you.
"Are you ready, my pretty little slut?" I breathe into your ear, my mouth scant inches from your face. You nod slowly, your throat swallowing convulsively. "Then tell me what you want," I order, my soft tone banished.
"I want to be yours, Mistress," you reply, your voice firm, "However you want me, I want to be yours."
I reach out and grasp your right breast in my hand, fingers sliding over to rest on your hard, brown nipple. I pinch into the nubbed flesh, my fingers tightening cruelly. Leading you by the nipple, I return to my original position in the armchair, pulling you to your knees as I sit. The silken robe slithers off my thighs as I spread my legs. Releasing my hold on your nipple, I guide your face to the dripping juncture of my thighs, wrapping my legs around your shoulders as I do.
"Lick me clean, slut" I order, pressing your face to my wet, throbbing pussy. "And make sure you do a thorough job," I remarked, almost casually, as if I were directing you to clean the floors, as if my clit was not already tightening in anticipation of your soft, probing tongue.
Your face, that angelic face I love so much, presses itself to my labia, your nose trying to ferret into the depths, past my smooth outer lips. I feel your fingers sliding past my thighs, slipping through to hold my lips open. Having thus exposed me to your attentions, you slide your cheeks across my slippery flesh, astounding me with the depth of feeling behind this simple action. A mewling, purring sound comes from your throat as you proceed to rub every inch of your face against my open pussy, coating your face, chin, nose, forehead, in my juices. I can feel the dampness soaking into your blindfold, Your tongue darts across me in rapid succession, flickering lightly across my distended clit, bringing me more to life than ever before. Sensing my orgasm building deep within myself, I push you away roughly, letting you sprawl awkwardly to the floor at my feet.
I follow you down to the floor, straddling your naked body, dragging my wetness up your torso, letting my clit catch on the round swell of your breast, the nipple teasing the hard bud of my clit. I drag your arms upward to lay straight out from your body, my knees clamping them into position. I lower my cunt to your waiting mouth, grinding fast and furiously against your face, fucking your face with all my energy, heedless of your cries of discomfort. Your tongue tries to bury itself into my depths, but my frantic bucking only serves to dislodge it time and again. I reach behind me and grasp your nipples, my fingers twisting them, harder and harder, as I get closer to my peak. Your instictive cry of pleasure/pain reverberates through my sex, sending shockwaves through me, my orgasm coming fast and hard. I feel your greedy mouth suckling me, like a baby to a mother's breast, you derive your sustenance from my milky juices.