Your Surrender Is My Pleasure

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It had been a few weeks since I had discovered that very special, secret little hiding place. That drawer that you had amongst the others, the drawer that I have labeled the drawer of depravity. There was quite a lot of things that surprised me when I inadvertently opened it by accident.

It led me to thinking about you differently. I thought you were a good girl, but perhaps I misjudged you. Either way, I'm glad that we talked about it.

And although, admittedly, I never really see myself as that super dominant kind of a guy, you made me feel as if that's okay. Because it's okay to find pleasure in torture. Pleasure in angst of delaying or removing your own gratification.

So right now, here I am. I'm standing right before you, you're swaying. There's a rhythm of what I could only describe as sexual longing.

I don't know, maybe my words, maybe they're echoing in your mind. How I tell you to play with yourself, masturbating. But I remind you, just make sure not to go over that edge.

And I love thinking about how that must feel. To just encompass that if bringing you right to that brink and stopping, if that could feel so intense, intense enough to, I don't know, have you start begging me for mercy. Begging me to take over.

I've already seen you at your most intimate. But I wonder, I wonder just how far that I can push you. I've collected my favorites out of that drawer.

Although they're out of your sight right now, that's neither here nor there. Again, I say to you, commanding you and you begging me once more as I watch you take yourself to the very limit of what your own touch might provide. My eyes intent on your waist, watching you bounce rapidly as you strum your fingers.

I can feel my cock tensing up. I'm imagining what it would be like to feel you right now bottoming out inside you. Wondering how it might be to have your pussy convulsing, swallowing me whole, nearly granting that climax that's been brewing inside of you for some time.

I focus, putting aside all my willpower, I'd like to leap towards your tense body. My eyes enticed by that little shiny trail of juice dripping from your pussy. I'm watching your arousal build to this trail of pleasure.

I want to do so much more to you, but I remember that patience, patience always yields the sweetest results. I love to hear you say things. You've told me just now how close you are, how you're at your edge again.

And I make a decision. I've got that small collection of my favorites out of that drawer. And now, now is the time to engage.

I take steps forward, moving towards you, observing you fully in the nude, exposed, sprawled naked across your bed. I kneel down, retrieving my little findings, placing them next to one of your legs. I watch as you sit up, momentarily trying to see what my choices were before you retreat back down flat.

Something about looking at you completely naked. Something about knowing that I've got all the control right here. I could do whatever I want.

What should I do? I begin by clutching your wrist, pulling it away from your body, slowly behind your head. I'm basking in this enjoyment for a moment, patiently taking my time, feeling this power that it brings to understand that I have complete control of your pleasure.

There's something about watching your eyes telling that internal struggle, wanting to have something so bad, but also wanting to give it just as badly. I slowly pull your wrist up, strapping it in place with one of the restraints at the head of your bed. No words.

I do the same to your other wrist, before running my hand slowly from your ear over your chin, down over your body, decidedly avoiding your pussy, feeling you twitch and shake just a little as my fingers glide over your soft thighs, down to your kneecaps, shins, and feet. I retrieve a pair of those fishnet stockings I found in that drawer. How sexy you look when you have stockings on.

Although we've never talked about it, I can't wait to see what you're going to look like. I slowly take them one leg at a time, slipping them over your toes, pulling them back up your leg. The sound of that soft material against your skin as they slide up my fists, gripping them, pulling them tightly, slowly letting that elastic snap at your thigh.

You can feel my fist so close to your sex, almost brushing against you. You completely helpless. After a few moments of just observing you, watching you, cuffed and restrained, I take the other set of restraints, pulling one leg apart, strapping in your left, and then your right.

Completely helpless, I whisper to you in your ear, think how badly you want it right now. How are you going to feel when I'm done with you? How are you going to feel with my mouth all over you as you're all tied up, only wearing stockings? I pick up the last item, the blindfold, and show it to you.

I watch as you blink, then deciding we're not going to use this. No, I think I would prefer to let you watch. And before I can even finish that thought, I've already begun slowly, slowly moving my fingers against your chest, my fingertips, teasing your nipples as I kneel down, bending, pressing my lips to peck against your neck, slowly moving southward to your cleavage.

I can feel your nipples already stiff. I let my fingertips brush over them occasionally. I want to watch you arch your back.

I want to watch your arousal even before I even get to work. And once my lips find themselves their way slowly down your sides, your hips, your legs, finally making my way to the crevice where your torso meets your legs, I begin to kiss, licking along the sides of your pretty swollen mouth. I'm tantalized by those soft folds as my tongue explores you.

I can feel your body arching. My eyes move up to glimpse those gorgeous breasts of yours, heaving. My hands moving up your sides, finding, squeezing, pulling on your nipples.

My thumb and forefinger gently pulling, pressing. I delight in that little squeak of joy that's escaping you. It turns me on so much that I just can't help but want to hear it over and over.

I trail my tongue around your center. Your hips rocking, letting me know that you seem to already be so overcome by these sensations. I repeat, circling my tongue, lapping over the top of you, feeling those instant shudders, those gasps that escape your mouth.

As much as I want to simply just press my entire mouth against you and make you scream, I know that you won't feel truly satisfied unless I take you. Take you beyond what you expected to experience. For as long as I can, my mission is to keep you in that state of pure need.

My chin already feels slick. My chin already feels slick with your essence and sex. Again, reminding me of just how long you've been experiencing your arousal.

As if moving in slow motion as best I can, I trace my tongue down and along your pretty, warm entrance, slipping it between your lips before curling it back up into my mouth. Before curling it back up into my mouth. And once my tongue has reached that sensitive clit of yours, rubbery, swollen, I know that the time is right.

My fingers still pressed around your nipples, I pinch and pull, sliding one hand down, pushing my fingers against your mouth, pushing my fingers against your mouth, revealing your sensitivity as I peel open your folds. My lips naturally lock right around your clit. I feel my cock twitch, instantly relishing that little gasp and scream and bucking of your hips.

It's true, there's nothing more erotic than the feeling of your thighs trying desperately, desperately, futilely to wrap around my head. Unfortunately, that's not an option. I feel your ankles pulling against the restraints as you try, as you try to pull your legs close.

Maybe your body is uncertain about what it should be feeling, but I continue sucking on your clit. My desire for you to be in an almost painful pleasure. This is something I don't often feel, this feeling of being in such control when you're at your most sensitive and your little spot is at my whim, the whim of my mouth and my lips and my tongue and hands and fingers and cock, completely at my mercy.

You used to tell me how close you are, but I am not going to let you out of release just yet. No, no, there's more to be done. How would it feel to have my hands all over you? How would it feel to have my hands all over you while I'm devouring that pussy? I take pause listening to a few of your deep breaths before sinking my lips back down against your warm, slick pussy.

Your hips thrusting up and down, increasing your rate. I can tell you're getting closer. I don't even need you to tell me that you're about to come, though I still wait for it anyhow.

Feeling the way your thighs spreading even wider than the restraints allow the moment I stop. You're inviting me to give you so much more, and that simply makes me want to strip out of my own That simply makes me want to strip out of my own clothes, bury my cock deep inside of you. I continue repeating this cycle a few more times, each time bringing you closer to another surge of your own pleasure.

This is like power to me. It's like some rush of joy in how you completely belong to my every action. Your body is my instrument to play with.

Your shivers of pleasure continue to escalate. You're moaned, you're pleased. Perhaps they've reached their most prominent.

I know that making you climax to come right now would be the one thing that you're not entirely expecting. Your screams of pleasure, the trembling of your thighs and your thrusting hips. I do my very best to disallow these from capturing any of my intention.

All of my focus, as difficult as it is, my intention, all of my focus, as difficult as it is.