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Reading to Sir
I finished reading the second article to you and look over at you, happy to have had this time to explore together. I am surprised to hear you say that you would like me to read a third article. Usually, 2 is your limit, but I’m thrilled because I would happily spend hours delving into D/s discussion with you. I scroll through and select a third article… ready to begin reading it aloud. Then, I feel my pulse quicken at the authority in your tone as you tell me to wait. I look up from the computer and smile as I see where you are headed.. to the drawer that holds my vibrating toys. A little shy, a little excited… I wait for your instruction.
I try to control my facial expression. I’m still not 100 percent sure how to balance a look that shows respect and obedience with the self satisfied grin of the Cheshire Cat. You hand me the business end of a remote control vibrator, and tell me to put it wherever it excites me most. Pushing past my knee-jerk reaction of shyness, I slide it between the folds of my already moistening nether region, nestled right up against my clit. I gasp slightly as you test the remote and the vibrator springs to life. “Now, read me the next article.” I grin and settle the laptop on my lap… deliberately forcing myself to focus on the words on the screen rather than the desire to grind my hips to match the ever changing pattern of the vibrator as I begin to read. My voice sounds breathless to my ears.Tthough I am speaking the words on the screen, their meaning is lost to me as I find it more and more difficult to focus. The desire to cum is building within me… the relentless vibrations coming in wave after wave against my now throbbing clit. You check in with me… “What is your arousal level?” I whimper to you “Sir, I am close to cumming”. You sternly, but gently tell me that I may not cum until I have read you the entire article.
I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths, trying to slow down the waves of arousal that are threatening to overtake me. I open my eyes, feeling just the slightest bit more in control and continue to read. The article describes a punishment spanking, one of the hottest scenes that often is the topic of my deepest fantasies. Oh, Crap… how will I ever do this?!? The article inspires images of myself over your knee, pleading for mercy as swat after swat falls on my tender rear-end, and I know I am about to lose it. The vibrator continues it’s endless, delicious assault on my clit and I abruptly stop reading again… throwing my head back and gasping. Your voice, stern and commanding, pulls me back from the edge. “Keep reading. Do not stop reading, and do not cum.” I again take a few deep, controlled breaths and try to focus on submitting to you. I so desperately want to please you. I moan softly. I am not going to be able to do it. Just when I think I am about to explode, you stop the vibratons….allowing me to get enough control to regain my focus on the task you have given me. I feel a confusing mixture of emotions.. desperate for the pleasure to continue, longing for the exquisite torture of the vibration to start again, but grateful for the small pause that allowed me to succeed in obeying you.
As you hear my breathing calm, you turn the vibrator on again and once again remind me to keep reading, but not to cum. I finished the article as fast as I can, pausing every once in awhile to breathe and focus on obedience…my mind constantly bouncing between holding on to self control and wanton abandon to me desire to cum. Why did I chose such a long article?!? Finally, I have completed the task you have given me, and I begin to desperately beg you for permission to cum. You teasingly ask if you should turn off the vibrator. I have lost all ability to reason or speak sentences..I can only moan pleadingly, “No, Sir… please…..” I want to be okay with it if it pleases you to withhold my orgasm. I want to calmly reply “If it pleases you, Sir”, but we both know I am not there. I am a quivering, desperate bundle of need, and as you give me permission to let go, I feel wave after wave of orgasmic euphoria flow over my body. You tell me this orgasm is a reward for my obedience today, causing me to thrash and moan with pleasure, so grateful for the release you are allowing me.
Your low, firm voice next to me reminds me not to close my legs as I orgasm. I am to remain open to you at all times. “Do not pull the vibrator away. You may ask me to turn it down or turn it off, but do not close your legs and do not move the vibrator.” This is hard for me, but I obey. I swallow my fear of feeling the intensity that comes after orgasm and force myself to keep myself exposed, under your complete control. I moan softly at the continued pulsation against my clit, lost in sensation. You look at me with a surprised smile that I did not ask to have the vibrator turned off. “You’re going for a second one?” Sheepishly, a little embarrassed by my own greed, I grin and breathlessly answer, “If it pleases you, Sir”. I shamelessly widen my legs even further for you and adjust the vibrator closer against my clit as you get me started on round 2…. -
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Dang girl. That was hottt 😋
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Than you Daddys bbg. :)It was hot in the moment, too! LOL I wish I could take credit for it, but it was all BigOne. 🙂
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