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Boléro – writing assignment
While on a recent trip for business, my Sir tasked me with writing a piece of erotic fiction/fantasy for Him to read upon His return home. Once He read it, the next part of my task was to present it on a blog.
Please enjoy my writing assignment and thanks for taking the time to read, Boléro
j~Boléro
by subUrbanwife_juneSoft jazz played in the background as she prepared herself for Him. She knew her Sir would soon be with her and her heart rate sped up in anticipation of what lie ahead. Taking a deep cleansing breath, she felt the tension of the day begin to leave her body as she quieted her mind and spirit. As she sank into submission a deep ache began to grow within her and she could smell her muskiness wafting up from her kneeling position.
A slight shiver ran up her spine as she felt His presence in the room. Not daring to look up or sneak a glance, she forced herself to be patient as she waited for Him to come to her. She knew He would. He always did. The knowledge that He and only He owned her heart and body filled her with great joy and an intense longing.
His feet appeared beneath her lashes before He commanded, “Look up at me.” She raised her eyes to Him and gave him a smile of welcome.
“The jazz is a nice touch, little one. You please me.”
She warmed under His praise and meekly thanked him.
Offering His hand, he pulled her up to stand before him and then leaned in, gently kissing her. He deepened the kiss and her response was as instant as it was frustrated when he pulled away chuckling, “Not so fast…I have plans for you.”
Mollified for the moment, she waited for her instructions.
Reaching into His trouser pants, her Sir pulled out a pair of nipple clamps and carefully placed one and then the other nipple into each clamp. She gasped with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her nipples had always been extra sensitive and her Sir loved that He could always get a reaction out of her.
“Turn around and plank yourself on the foot of the bed,” He instructed.
Complying immediately, she felt the weight of the clamps pull on her nipples and waves of pleasure and pain began to radiate all the way to His pussy. Slipping His fingers into her wetness, He swirled around a few times and she began to lightly pant before He abruptly withdrew from her.
“Eager are we?” She could hear him open a drawer and remove something. It was about to begin and her heart was humming with eagerness and anticipation.
Gently, like a lover’s touch, the flogger caressed her skin. Hips. Shoulders. Arms. Thighs. She was already melting under His touch but also knew the intensity would pick up soon.
She was not disappointed. Soon, the gently raining blows began to sting. Her skin tingled and she sighed with pleasure. “More Sir, please,” she whispered and the tails instantly had more bite to them. In His hands, the flogger became a musical instrument playing on her skin. Over and over, the staccato rhythm beat down on her ass cheeks; growing with intensity and then backing off to another beat and the movement came down on her shoulder blades, tails whipping around to cup her breasts with a pricking bite that left her breathless yet wanting more at the same time. Her sighs turned to soft groans and her panting increased with the tempo of his flicks. Each time she thought it was unbearable, her Sir slowed the pace and the tails once again became a lover’s touch before whipping into a frenzy on her body. She began to tremble from holding the plank along with the sensations moving across and through her body so her Sir instructed her to stand up and shake her limbs out.
Coming up behind her he circled an arm around her, whispering in her ear, “You’re doing well, little one” then gently kissed her on the cheek. She nearly purred in response and wanted nothing more than to stay in His arms, but He then repositioned her on the bed laying face up. Deftly, He fastened each wrist in a cuff above her head and carbined them together so that she could, if He desired, roll from front to back. He slipped a blindfold over her eyes before cuffing each ankle and clicking them to a spreader bar. Her heart began to flutter again – wondering what her Sir had in store for her next.
The jazz gave way to the tap tap tap of a snare drum and she recognized the first strains of Ravel’s Boléro as the oboe began to play. Already soaking and full of need, His pussy clenched with a primal hunger in beat to the music. Suddenly, her nipple clamps were removed causing a burst of pain as the sensation returned. Feather light touches of the flogger teased her nipples, stomach, inside of thighs and pussy – beginning to build with the music.
She suddenly felt something warm and she gasped at the unexpected burning sensation on her throat. Wax. Drip. Drip. Drip. As if on cue, she heard the horn section enter the composition as the wax became more of a drizzle than a drip. Down her throat and into the hollow between her breasts – God, it was so hot! She was going out of her mind with the sensations of wax being dripped on her midsection alternated by snaps of the flogger in across her peaked nipples or soaking pussy . A deep carnal feeling was building inside of her and she desperately wanted to cum. Needed to cum.
The bed shifted by her head and she felt her Sir’s cock and balls touch the tip of her nose.
“Go ahead, little one. Enjoy.”
It didn’t take a second invitation before she greedily attempted to swallow her Sir’s cock and lick his balls while blindfolded – using only her sense of smell and the gentle grazing of her face as he moved on the bed. Somehow, she managed to capture a ball and as she circled her tongue around it, she was delighted to hear His groan of approval. Hungrily she sucked and swirled her tongue – not breaking contact as she searched a means of engulfing the head of his cock to have her way with Him.
All the while, the flogger kept pace with the snare and she built right along with the rest of the orchestra. She felt as if she would come out of her skin if He didn’t fuck her and give her some release. The wax, burning, then cooling, came intermittently over random places on her torso and she knew His attention was diverted by her attention to his cock once she managed to deep throat Him.
Suddenly, she felt her ankles released as her Sir lifted His cock out of her mouth and swung around to drive His hard cock deep into His pussy. She gasped with pure pleasure as he drove her towards her first climax. Fingers clenching on arms that were immobile, she spread her legs as far and high as she could to allow Him unfettered access to her as he plunged into her over and over. She was overtaken with orgasm after orgasm; feeling like she was having an out of body experience. The music driving her and her Sir higher and higher until he finally exploded into her and she around him as the music ended.
Sir released her ankles and hands, then cradled her wax covered body in his arms as they caught their breath and drifted back to reality.
The sudden buzzing of the doorbell jolted both of them to full attention.
“Shit! Pizza guy’s here…let me run pay him. Stay put – I’ll draw you a bath and bring you a slice in a sec…” and with that, her Sir was out the door and they were both back in the Vanilla world.
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