Post Number: 16
|Posted on Thursday, May 24, 2007 - 12:45 pm: ||
As I leave the store I look thru the window and see you standing there,are you wondering if this is a dream ,the two women shoppers look at you then the window as thy see me they avert their eyes , I wonder what must be playing thru their minds and smile to myself.What gossip will be spread or will they take the knowledge home with them.
I drive along and it starts to rain , pouring down and as it is winter the chill fills the air, thinking it would be nice to have a little one here right now to keep me warm.At the next light a women comes driving up to the rear, then changes lanes and looks in my direction, as she looks I watch her and realize she knows the significance of my customized license plate which reads DOMN8R I stare back at her and her eyes cast down as the light changes, I pull off down the road knowing she knows.
I arrive at My house and start the fireplace blazing a nice red glow fills the room with the heat then check the thermostate on the heater and bump it up to 78 to make the house nice and toasty , then head upstairs and shower and shave ,I dress in only black silk lounge pants and return back downstairs and pour myself a scotch and sit in My chair and read the newest novel .
Time passes and at 9:15 I hear the doorbell, I lay the book down on the table and walk to the door and open it to see you drenched to the skin. Your hair is matted to your face water droplets run from your face and down your neack, sweater glued to your soaked body.with your coat tightly bundled in your arms As you stand there drenched I ask "Where is my package" as you udo the bundle of your coat,I see my package dry with not a drop on it You hold it forward and trembling you say " here is your package Sir" I know you wonder is this the same Man who stirred these fires within you as I approach you hold out your hands I take the package and place it on the table by the door then ask you to wait and walk away as I do I think "this one is rare indeed", I walk upstairs and get a towel, as I return you are still standing in the open door and havent moved an inch ,I walk up to you then take your arm and move you to just inside the door and close it.
You hold out your hands for the towel but instead I take the towel and place it spread out on the floor and say "Strip off those wet things and come to the fire and warm yourself." The look in your eyes is priceless as you ponder is the floor more important than you but do as told and start to disrobe as chilled as you are a strange familar warmness spreads from within yourself as you struggle to be sexy as you remove your clothing, the sweater is like a secound skin clinging to you as you raise it over your head and and over your wet hair I watch you every movement as you remove each piece of clothing when your bra comes off you instinctively place your arms over them, I walk over and take each wrist and place them at your sides I then reach up and lightly rub my palm across each breast to the nipple, your nipples are stiff and prominent , I say "Are you cold or excited ", as I look deep into your eyes. You lower your eyes unable to met my gaze and I walk back and watch as the inner turmoil begins. and with each piece of clothing is shed the barriers you have shed away also, you look exquisite as you bare yourself.You lower the zipper on the skirt and as the skirt falls from your hips, you move your hands to cover yourself but see me standing there and know the answer is No. I see When the last piece hits the towel I walk over and take you by the hair, and look you straight in the eyesthen you watch as I take in your beuaty, I see the tattoo over your sex, vines with only thorns. The finally confirmation of who you are As you stand there my hand reaches out and cups your sex, you hear me say "No you are not cold but very warm. You feel my breath on your neck and I say "Now Kneel " as you sink to your knees.
I lead you by the hair as you crawl into the next room and over to the fireplace. I release your hair and walk over to my chair as you kneel there illuminated by the fire I say. "Now warm yourself " .you stay ther before the fireplaceoutstreached hands toward the fire on your kneesfeeling the warmth. "Turn around and face Me" I say..you turn back toward me.The flickering on your body of the firelight is intoxicating. I rise to My feet and walk over to you I take the oil that is by the hearth so it will be warm and place it into your hand. "I said warm yourself" are the only words uttered by me then I return to my chair.I watch and wait as the full impact of those words take on new meaning to you as you look down at the oil in your hand. You look toward me then back down to the oil. As you uncap the oil and slowly raise it and allow it to spill onto your neck and down your body. I hear a moan escape your lips.
You look in my direction as if to ask permission as you slide your hands up slowly and spread the oil across your breasts and across downward across your abdomen. down to your legs and then slowly back up again. I sit and watch as you slowly massage the oil in and your legs start to part with each movement downward .I sit and watch as slowly you warm yourself, and that which was hiden emerges . No longer are you aprehensive as you explore yourself. I say " Lets have a drink" as you massage yourself you look on as I pour a scotch and swig it down then walk over to you and take your face in my hand placing my thumb over your lips and opening your mouth then place my mouth over yours and open my lips as the drink spills from my lips into your mouth you moan as some escapes as slides down your neck.
I walk back over to my chair and place the ottoman before it, then walk over to you and take you by the hair and pick up the oil that is now before you and lead you over to the ottoman, and place you face down over it. The oil slowly covers your back from your neck to your ass. then I release you and walk to the other room and get my package. When I return you are still over the ottoman as I left you. As I take the whip out of the package I place it at your neckline and slowly work it down your back to your ass. You lay there trembling as the whip makes its way thru the oil over and over again . You feel yourself loosening up and hear me say" A whip must be oiled daily to keep its beauty" . As I hear you moan, I lightly start to flick the whip across your back working from your hairline to your toes. You hear me say " warming up nicely I see ", as I run my hand slowly up your leg starting at your knee to your sex, the heat and moisture which greets me at your lips is great. I walk around the ottoman and pull your face up by the hair and say" Are you ready to continue"
I hear almost in a whisper low and full of need your reply " Yes Sir. anything just allow my release". Still holding you by the hair and raise you up from the ottoman, then kick it away, and sit back in my chair as you are held you kneel in front of me . I release your hair and , as I watch your eyes they survey My body I reach down and undo the buttons on my pants and reach in and release it to your eyes you sit frozen just watching as I use the muscles trained by exercise to flex My cock so it jerks as your eyes lock on it. I take your hand and place it on My thigh just out of reach and take your other hand and feel the pulse in your wrist beating hard and flex My cock again . you watch in awe as it moves slowly your hand moves closer. I look down at you and say. " My pleasure comes first and if you please me Me I will allow you the pleasure of the whip Again" . I hear you moan as you lower your mouth to My cock.
Post Number: 359
|Posted on Thursday, May 24, 2007 - 11:56 pm: ||
Alright, Midnyte, you have me hooked. These are great! So much fun to read!!
Post Number: 5
|Posted on Friday, May 25, 2007 - 07:44 am: ||
EXTREMELY well written, quite a talent.
Post Number: 9
|Posted on Sunday, May 27, 2007 - 08:35 am: ||
On this chilling morning, your story has warmed me immensly. Great story, nice flow, and a great sequel to the first part. I think that both characters, although fictional, have found exactly what they were hoping. In my mind,} I am sure she earned her release.
Post Number: 177
|Posted on Tuesday, May 29, 2007 - 01:32 pm: ||
That is one of the sexiest stories i have ever read. Good Job!
Once a princess always a princess
Post Number: 2096
|Posted on Wednesday, May 30, 2007 - 08:57 pm: ||
Nice job Midnyte!!