involuntary sigh of pleasure

November 17, 2019

So lay back. I’ll wear my black lace gloves to handle you – gently, of course, with the delicacy, the finesse of a light,  precise,  insidious grip whose aim is to make your body tremble with expectation.  To make you groan a long groan like an involuntary sigh of pleasure. Gloved fingers strum the length of you, make you swell even more – teasing the exposed purple head until you feel you are wavering between reality and another dimension.

I absolutely love the idea of teasing a boy with a paintbrush.

Nothing large. I imagine the size of a Chinese calligraphy brush, with the natural bristles tapering to an elegant point. Conditioned so they’re impossibly soft to the touch, then dipped in the finest, silkiest oil.

After trussing him up to prevent any wandering hands, I approach him: his naked skin already trembling for my touch.

With the brush, I’d paint patterns. Circles. Caressing the contours of him. Lingering on the most sensitive places with feather-light pressure. For I’m Michelangelo, and he’s my Sistine Chapel. He might even sing for me like the angels.

Never enough to push him over.

Just enough to keep him in absolute rapture.

By the end of it, he’d know he’s my masterpiece.

Gentle FemDom

Exploring Sensitivity

March 3, 2019

Freeing his cock I lean down and lick. He is so hard the foreskin had already rolled back and he’d drenched a spot of precum through his shorts. So slick and needy I craved a taste, so I sate that hunger. Eager for the attention his hips jump, his cock fat and insistent as I grip it in my hand. Pulling up my skirt I wiggle a little closer and give his hands a very obvious target.

This time… oh this time when I wrap my lips around his cock and bathe his exposed head with my tongue he grips my ass hard, anchoring himself to me and whines, “Your mouth…” I’ve had my lips and tongue all over his cock and he has yet to have precisely this reaction. Pursing my lips, I flick my tongue over his head and he cries out like I struck him with lightning. Intrigued I suck his cock down and with hard suction and a twist use just my mouth. Nope. I add my tongue and he moans a little but the reaction isn’t the dramatic need I am fishing for. So I let my hand pump his thick shaft lightly and just circle his cock head with my questing tongue and there it is… whimpers and his thigh trembling in front of my eye line. Oh yes.

“Sensitive, is it?” I ask quietly, my hand moving patiently as I kiss the protruding bone of his hip near me.

“Such – such pleasure I didn’t!-”, he cuts himself off with another long moan as I draw my hand up and over his cock head.

“So… not just my mouth then is it?” I ask, my voice coy as I bring my hand down and let my thumb circle and watch his hips quake.

“N-n-n-n-n-oooooooo.” The answer manages to make it out, broken but there though the verbal confirmation is hardly necessary.

I smirk and play with the sensations; my tongue…my finger pad, my lips and listen to his lovely sounds as his fingers dig into me and he gasps and whines my name. “It sounds so good for you, love.” He fights for the “yes”, between panting breaths and harsh heaving whimpers. I wrap my fist around his cock and smile to myself as I nuzzle the crease of his thigh…and then slide my hand up and rotate fast and firmly over the head of his cock over and over.

He squeals for me. Squirms. There are no words and all his leg muscles tremble while his arms and hands lock. I’m torturing him with exquisite pleasure and it feels like home. I’m so wet listening to the sound of his cries, so aching feeling him cling to me. He isn’t cumming, he’s on edge and while I’m fascinated and wondering how long I can keep him there on this precipice…I relent. I let go and turn and kiss him softly.

“Such a good boy. Letting me play with you. You can have a break now.” I nuzzle him, nose to nose and his fingers tremble on my arm as he holds on to me and thanks me. I check in with him, see how he feels, if he needs anything, and when he says he’s good I kiss his lips lightly and run one index finger over his nipple.

“Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” he shivers in my arms.

“What’s this now? All that made your nipples sensitive?” I sit up a little higher against him and he blinks owlishly while he processes the sensations.

“I guess so?”

I lean over and lap at his nipple and he moans. I suck and he moans harder. “Hmmm… how about teeth?” I graze lightly with my teeth and his body wracks under me again with shudders. I play with him, my beautiful toy. Experimenting with pressure, with sensation of cold air on wet freshly sucked nipple, with slightly harder teeth, with touch and nails, and like his cock my tongue lapping steadily makes his hips leave the bed.

I look up at him, my left hand on his cheek I let my thumb affectionately trace his jaw. “Look at me.” He does, his head lifted and framed a bit by my hand and I bring my right hand to my lips near his chest and smile…and then lick my palm. “Now take it”, I snarl. My right hand goes directly to his sensitive cock head and massages, my mouth returns to his nipple and his whole body jerks like he’s being electrocuted by sensation. I nip quickly and lift my head, “take it all, just a bit more” and jerk his cock and tongue his nipple and watch him burn and dance in my arms.

Den of iniquity

lips and tongue

You like her hands, don’t you darling? When her fingers are combing through your hair so soft and gentle, when you’re lying on her and she’s holding you close. Her hands are the only things moving then, her hands and you as you rise and fall with her even, slow breathing.

You like when she cups your cheek, palm soft and warm against your skin. You like when she cups your cheek and holds you still while she takes her time to lick into your mouth and kiss you so deep. Her hand is the only thing holding you in place while she bites your lips and licks every rasping moan off your tongue.

You love when she drags her nails down your chest, along your ribs and hooks around your hips. When she teases you with those slow little circles, smiling at you while she tells you every dirty thing she wants to do to you and won’t you let her puppy, please?

You love when those hands hold your legs open, push them just a little wider. When her nails dig into your skin and leave sweet little marks, when she makes it hurt so sugar sweet and you gasp as she bites and nips and sucks.

You love her hands when they’re touching you, there’s no doubt about that, but there’s one thing you love best, right darling? Mhmm, your favourite is when her fingers curl around your throat, palm warm where it holds warm and steady. Your favourite is when she squeezes, when she pins you down with a hand around your throat and the other between your thighs and whispers how pretty you are when your cheeks are flushed so red and you’re so wet it must hurt.

You love her best when her lips are at your ear, asking you what you want. Do you want to cum? Do you want her to squeeze tighter? You’ve been such a good little pet, you deserve a reward, so what would you like darling? Do speak up.

And when you can’t answer because she’s choking you so good and nice, the way you like, she rocks against you. When you can’t answer because it’s so much, too much and not enough. She tells you that if you can’t answer, then she’ll have to choose for you and she wants you to cum. She’d like you to cum for her right now darling, cum from just her hands, when you’re gasping for a breath and everything’s the sweetest kind of fuzzy.

You love that, don’t you?

So Sayeth, Your Lord