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| Ms_Dior_Chance |
on Sat 17 Apr 10, 2:48 AM to Ms_Dior_Chance's blog.
She waited outside the door, listening and gathering her thoughts. The smell of incense and hot wax were subliminal, there was no music , no sound to distract her. She was focussed on what awaited her inside, and her pulse quickened in anticipation.
Earlier she had readied the room, laying out the things she wanted, both for him to wear, and to use upon him. The preparation was her mental foreplay- she ran the leather through her hands, warmed it and sniffed it, flexed it, unbuckled and rebuckled his harness, readied his collar, the lube and instruments.She laid out the ropes she would use, checking the requisite lengths and laying them in the corner to hand. She unlaced the hood to make it easier to slip over his head later.
The heating had been on since early morning- on days he was coming, the first thing she did was to slip out of bed naked on waking, and pad upstairs to switch on the heating and check the candles. All day at work her thoughts would slip back to the evenings promised distraction.
Now, bathed, shaved, scented and prepared, she pushed open the door and entered- the chains behind the door announcing her presence- although no warning could make any difference-he knew she was there, and although he was never sure what would follow, she knew his mixture of anticipation and fear. She had made him wait and contemplate.
He was kneeling naked where she had left him earlier- collar on .. head bowed , hands upturned on knees as she had indicated she preferred. As she walked slowly towards him, smiling, with an eyebrow raised, she saw his chin lift and his eyes met hers in the mirror that he faced. The muscles flexed in his powerful back and she saw the flash of amusement mixed with insolence and lust as his eyes dropped to her leather cat suit and high boots. His gaze flicked up again but as he met her eyes, this time he flinched, his pupils widened and his eyes dropped to the floor again. She chuckled and caressed his head, and leaned down to whisper in his ear.. to taunt and reassure.
She flicked her tongue in his ear, and bent to kiss him , fastening her teeth in his bottom lip just hard enough to make him moan gently. She stood and rubbed her lipstick from his mouth roughly with her leather gloved thumb.She reached down and grabbed his balls, squeezing just hard enough to make him raise his hips towards her. He was semi erect, although he pretended indifference , and a small drop of precum glistened as she changed her grip to his cock and squeezed, testing his state of arousal. She touched her leather tipped finger to the dewdrop and told him to look at her as she raised her finger to her lips, but at the last moment switched to run her lubricated finger ever so lightly across his bottom lip. He didn't flinch, much as he would have preferred to.
" Good boy " she murmured, a grin on her face, knowing he loved pleasing her but hated the humiliation of being reminded, debased and used for her amusement. He was never her "boy" but she loved to tease and set the mood. He hated to taste himself.
She moved away and let him watch her as she lit the candles, and slowly gathered the floggers she had left on the stool behind him. She draped the largest, soft, red and black one across her shoulder , and placed the others over the cross. She idly tugged the swing back and let it rock to and fro- the shadow from the spotlight swooping on the wall and floor beside him. She picked up the tub from the floor and placed the lube on the swing, took the Strap-on harness from the sconce behind it, and turned to him- again catching his eyes as she hung it from the carabinered loop on the cross.
She noted that he was more erect and smiled again.
“like the idea of being Fucked , do you?”
He was silent.
“I asked you a question.. was I not clear in my diction, or have you gone deaf?”
She walked round behind him again and bent to his ear to whisper.
“You fantasise about it enough , being fucked like a slut, helpless and spreadeagled..have you changed your mind? Are you going to go all prim and proper on me? Cry rape? Come the big macho ' I don't do that sort of thing!”
She mocked him - her voice turning to a petulant whine for the last few words.
He blushed, just slightly, and muttered... “No”
“No” Is that all you have to say?” She laughed at him .
“All these weeks - this hasn't crossed your mind? You haven't wished yourself here? Read the stories.. dreamed of the reality? How many months have we talked about it? Or is it just that it's Me who has talked about it? Is it just my fantasy?”
He made as if to speak, but she pressed her forefinger to his lips and shushed him.
“I don't really want to know, or care. Tonight is mine. I know you will try to do and endure whatever I wish... be what I want..and that is how it should be.Will be.”
She walked round and crouched in front of him and reached out- he sank forwards and sighed- his head dropping to her shoulder and his arms reaching up- unsure whether to touch or not. what was permitted or expected. She moved so that he could hold her for a moment then disengaged.
She stood and reached for his harness , unbuckling the shoulder and waist straps . She took the leash from round her neck, clipped it to his collar and tugged gently. He rose to his feet slowly, his shoulders straight and his gaze down to the floor. She held the harness, he paused but stepped into it, and she buckled it tight, slowly and deliberately, stopping to stroke bits of smooth,tanned flesh... to smell him and the leather- to rub her lips across his shoulder.
The hair lifted on the back of her neck and the heat built up inside her leather.. she could smell herself and her arousal. She knew he was aware of her, in every sense of the word. She rubbed her hair gently across his face- felt, as much as heard him inhale, and caught his eye- he lowered his lashes and closed his eyes, sighing gently again. He knew that what came next always seemed impossible- he should be able to do it himself - and one day she would make him, but for now she enjoyed the ritual of forcing his manhood and balls through the harness ring- and the dichotomy her doing so caused -both pain and arousal.
She removed her glove and placed it between his teeth- silently instructing him to hold it for her. the other glove she placed in her cleavage. A large scoop of cold lube made him flinch as it was liberally applied to both him and the ring.
Not wishing to rush, first she stroked and teased him, knowing that even if she made him erect, he WOULD fit into the ring.She idled, inspected and enjoyed his cock.
His breath caught, and she could see his jaw clench.
“I hope there will be no teeth marks on my glove ... they are far too expensive and pretty to be mangled by the likes of you..” she chuckled.
As always...silence. She smiled and kissed his nose...breathing close to his face.
Inhaling, she reached again and pulled his cock through the ring, then pushed one of his testicles into it, letting it slip out again at the last minute- watching him flinch and groan slightly. Still he was not flaccid despite the discomfort.
More firmly she forced the smooth tender mass through the ring and let him settle and his breathing become more normal. It was always the second testicle that was more difficult. She smiled again- and pulling on his scrotum twisted his penis and one of his balls to the side to make room for the other. He bent forward involuntarily- protecting himself- following the pressure. She tutted and tugged on the leash- waiting until he was upright again. She made him look at her- the glove hanging from his mouth- he, unable to close his mouth, drooling slightly.
She studied his eyes..the flash of yellow round the iris- the ridiculously curled lashes. His eyes fascinated her, especially when he was compromised like this. She reached a finger and thumb through the ring and gripped his scrotum in a firm pinch. She saw and felt him start to prepare himself and suddenly pulled firmly and intractably - the pressure increasing until the second testicle 'popped' into the ring, with the help of a finger behind. He gasped and panted, a light sweat glistening on his skin.
She cupped the mass of his genitals- no longer erect, although this was temporary, and squeezed firmly.She increased the pressure, compressing him, gritting her teeth- judging his discomfort. His particular 'squeezed' moan made her stomach flip every time. She heard her own moan join his.
She licked her lips, and her eyes moved behind him to the chains and the suspension cuffs, as she remembered the last time they had used them. She looked back at him and saw that he was unfocussed and dreamy- spacey already. She pressed herself against him- knee, groin and chest... reached around and pulled him against her- letting him feel the heat and softness of the leather, moving herself against him- feeling his erection harden, and rubbing her groin around it gently.
Anticipation and teasing.... so good to wait.
| 17 Apr 10, 11:09 AM mirari UK(WA), 9 yrs |
oooo yummmm lovely...almost makes me want to turn Domme lol 
Love, trust and honesty are the strengths that bind. |
| 17 Apr 10, 12:29 PM epona74 UK(SL), 7 yrs |
Simply delicious to read!  Two roads diverged in a wood and I, I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference. (R. Frost) |
| 17 Apr 10, 5:54 PM tanken UK(NR), 2 yrs |
Reminds me I haven't been on #ukbdsm for a while (tymeup) 'Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather' - Velvet Underground |
| 17 Apr 10, 10:11 PM deelish UK(RM), 11 yrs |
"wibble".... Yes, I do realise my gob is writing cheques my arse can't cash, but I have a very accomodating banker. |
| 22 Jul 10, 1:57 AM moreofme UK(BA), 8 yrs |
Lip tremblingly good stuff, MDC. Made me go all kinda funny feeling inside, that did ... Carpe diem ( ... or any other latin phrase that might make you think I'm deeper than I really am) |
