Slave Erotica Volume 2

by Charlie Buxton

  You exit the bathroom, not even looking at me. I love it and I hate it when you ignore me like this. When you go about, doing what you need to do while I kneel or stand or whatever else you've told me to do. You sometimes glance at me, but mostly you don't. I continue standing there, shifting slightly as I begin to get uncomfortable. You are removing the pillows from the bed. You take one into the corner of the room, a big soft looking one and place it down. You then move the chair from the desk over into the middle of the room facing away from the corner with the pillow. Placing your ropes next to the chair you survey the room as if checking everything is to your liking.

  I'm nervous. I have no idea what to expect. As always you've kept me in the dark and the anticipation has been mounting over the last few weeks. I know how you plan and plan until you know exactly what you want to do to me. How you want me to react. I know you love my reactions and that often you'll play on them, deviating from your plan. That makes it all the more exciting, knowing the next 24 hours could go anywhere at all.

  I don't realise how big a grin must be on my face until I look back to you and you're standing watching me. Your eyes are dark but you're smiling. I smile back at you.

  "By the look on your face can I safely assume we are on green?" You ask, knowing fine well my answer.

  "Of course Sir. The greenest of green even Sir," I respond cheekily. You see the humour thankfully and just shake your head gently at me, concealing a laugh I think. We play hard at times but I do love it when we get playful. Some people don't understand the difference, but it's what makes what we do so good I always think. I recall the time we sat on my couch after a session with you trying to tickle me, gently running your fingers over my upper lip, tickling me but my gut instinct making me try to lick your finger every time instead. There have been other times when we've been sitting having a conversation, outside of play, during a break, when you'll just suddenly grab me. The heat that shoots through my body, zeroing in on my pussy in those seconds has my head fuzzy almost instantly. You know precisely how to make me lose my train of thought. As I said, I really do love it when we play.

  You've walked across the room to me now, standing just an inch away from me. Not touching, but I can feel your heat.

  "Green is the only colour today. Understand?" You both tell me and ask me.

  I nod, not even thinking about it. We've played without a safe word before. I know you'll look after me. "Of course Sir. Green all the way," I smile at you.

  "I wonder if you'll still be smiling the same by the time I'm finished with you?"

  I falter now. I can't help but wonder what you have planned.

  "That's better. I like it when you're anticipating what might possibly come next. I don't want you thinking about anything. Just give everything to me," you close the gap between us and press me back hard against the door, "give me everything little sub."

  "Yes..." My response is cut off by your kiss. Hard and searching. Your lips soft but forceful, a contradiction.

  Your fingers wrap around my wrists and pull my arms up above my head, my skirt stays up, pinned between our bodies. I hope I'm not making a mess of your trousers as your clothed crotch presses into my exposed pussy. It's a pointless thought as I feel myself contract and wetness seep out.

  "You're thinking, stop."

  "Sorry Sir, sorry, I'll try not to," I respond, just desperately wanting you to kiss me again. I could do this part for hours. You get me so worked up, making me want more. I wonder how it would have felt that day we met for lunch if you had pulled me down an alley and shoved me in a doorway just to get your hands on my body. You'd walked up the street with your hand on my back, telling me how much you wanted to touch me and fuck me right there. People passing all around us as you said these things to me, unaware. Would they have noticed if you'd done exactly that?

  You bite my lip then, and I squeal into your mouth.

  "I said stop thinking," you tell me. This time it's definitely not a warning.

  "I'm sorry Sir. I can't help it, I, I just got lost a bit there," I try to explain.

  You're studying my face, then you ask me, "what were you thinking about?"

  Exactly the question I didn't want to answer. I didn't want you to know how I remembered such little things about our meetings. Your hand lets go of one of my wrists, I keep it there, as you slide your hand between my legs. Your fingers start stroking my lips lightly, making me squirm. It almost tickles, your touch is so light.

  "Tell me little sub, I told you I want everything. What were you thinking about that made you tense up so much? What were you thinking about that made you grind yourself against me?"

  I blushed, I hadn't done that had I? Then I felt your trousers against my thigh as you leaned to the side to give yourself more space inbetween my legs. There was a definite wet patch.

  I cast my eyes downwards, hoping to distract you into other things. Your fingers still stroking me, not nearly enough to give me the release I needed, not even close, it was becoming maddening. Torturous. Skirting around my clit, circling and circling. Spreading my lips, exposing me to the air of the room. Running your finger up and down my slit, stopping right before you hit my clit.

  "Tell me," you coax. "If you want more, tell me."

  I give in to you. I tell you. I tell you I was thinking how I teased you, trying to lick you when you wanted to tickle me. Telling you how it feels so good when you grab me suddenly and harshly when we're sitting talking, how you put me in my place below you so quickly with just a few words or a look or an order. I remind you of the time we woke up together and you asked me if I wanted to go back to sleep, how I wondered now if you'd have let me, but your hand rough in my hair the moment I said no, shoving me under the covers to your cock, I told you how good that felt to be controlled like that. Telling you I was wondering how it would have felt if you'd ushered me down an alleyway and pinned me forcefully in a doorway and took whatever you wanted from me. Telling you I was remembering it all. Remembering the little things. The things other people forget.

  I look up at you finally when I finish. Your fingers are still moving, by now entering my pussy and pulling out, exploring me entirely.

  "Fuck." It's all you say. My words have affected you. I don't usually speak like this in person, usually only in text. I see what my words do to you. I wonder if they're heightened by me physically being there.

  "Down. Knees. Now."

  Your voice is husky and demanding but gentle at the same time. I comply immediately, not even having to think twice. I kneel and sit back on my feet, my back against the door still. Your finger that was just in my pussy is in my mouth now as you use your other hand to unbuckle and unzip and pull down, it's all a flurry of movement beyond your hand, I hear it more than I see it as I concentrate on your fingers. Finally you're free. There's precum dripping from the tip of your cock and I move towards it, your finger still in my mouth as I stretch my tongue out to taste you. I groan and look up at you pleading with my eyes.

  You remove your finger then and I take that as my invitation. I lick you, hungrily, tasting more of your precum, it's not sweet, but it's not unpleasant. It's an indescribable taste that I actually like and happily take in my mouth. I briefly wonder if I'd recognise you by taste alone by now. But then my mind is overtaken by my urge to pleasure you. My tongue runs down the shaft, tracing patterns and swirls and circling around and back again when you make the slightest noise, trying to elicit a reaction again. My hands are on your thighs, gripping them gently using them to support myself and allowing me to put my entire effort into the movement of my head and neck.

  I reach the base, my tongue flattening against your balls and dragging upwards making you moan. I repeat, getting into a rhythm, moving further down until my tongue is traveling the entire surface every time, starting just right behind your balls, where you always enjoy it more than you'll say, coming round to meet the base of your cock again and again.

  My tongue has coaxed more precum out that
I lap up again with my tongue when I keep the movement steady up the underside. You watch me intently. You know how much I love sucking your cock and you love how much I enjoy it. I love sending your mind over the edge into a world of pleasure that makes you dizzy. The kind of pleasure that pushes reason out of your head. The kind that makes you lose control.

  "Put your hands behind your head," your demand comes out like a growl. I've gotten to you.

  I comply, whispering, "yes Sir." Your cock is now just resting on my tongue. You've let me have my fun. You reach down with one hand and stroke my face, I smile as best as I can with your cock in between my lips. So gentle. Such a contradiction. Your hand presses against my forehead pushing me back until I'm against the door, my hands only just cushioning from the hard wood, your body moving with me. I'm trapped, your cock and hand effectively pinning me in place. You remove your hand, wanting to see my eyes. Starting slowly at first you thrust into my mouth, moving my head an inch here or there, using a strong grip on my hair to do so, getting me in just the right position for you to slide easily in and out.

  "Keep your mouth open and tongue out," you tell me.

  I obey, slackening my jaw so my lips don't grip onto you and my tongue covers my lower teeth and lip. You keep moving slowly, not all the way in nor all the way out. I can feel the saliva starting to build. At such an awkward angle with my mouth open like this there's nowhere for it to go but out and down. You're moving deeper, making me gag slightly, my eyes watering gently, drool covering my chin. You speed up, still not all the way in, I'm bobbing back and forth to meet your thrusts. I think you're going to stop me when you grab hold of my hair but you encourage me. Deeper and harder and faster. My blouse and cleavage is wet with saliva now. My mascara has smudged and ran. You don't let up. You only back out a little to let me gather myself when I gag too hard. But your cock never leaves my mouth. My tongue stays out, my mouth open.

  Your fingers press up on my jaw, I tighten my lips again, my tongue back in my mouth and you start to really fuck my throat then. You go deep and hard for every thrust. You pull out once when I gag hard, watch me closely and wait until I've just recovered before starting again. I keep closing my eyes and you keep telling me to open them. I'm trying to keep them open but it's so hard. You look down at me, stopping the brutal fucking of my throat for only a second while you're in my throat. You spit on me, landing on my forehead and running down my face. Humiliation washes over me, I don't want to look at you as you smile at me before resuming throat fucking me. My throat and jaw hurts.

  My fingers are interlaced behind my head, trying so hard to keep them there as you've instructed. You're getting louder.

  "Fucking hell, oh fuck that's so good," you're growling now, your grip in my hair tightening, I'm trying to scream but it just makes me gag more. It stings as you get closer and closer to cumming, your self control is gone now. You want me for one thing only now, you want to cum in my throat. And you'll get that. Your way. You push deep into my mouth, your head hitting the back of my throat as the first spurt of cum hits me. I swallow instinctively, tightening round your cock and you growl above me and pull me tighter into you. I start to panic but your grip is too strong. You're focused on your goal. I try to relax into it. You pull back slightly, an inch maybe, the rest of your cum landing on my tongue before sliding down my throat. I'm breathing deeply through my nose. I stay where I am, I don't try to pull away, I swallow around you. Every flick of my tongue and pulse of my throat is rewarded by a new noise from you. You stay leaning over me as you pull completely out of my mouth, my tongue follows, sending aftershocks through your body. Giving you the satisfaction and pleasure you crave.

  You sit down next to me, your eyes closed, leaning back against the door with me. You've sorted yourself, zipped your trousers back up, your belt still undone. Wrapping your arm around me, you pull me down and around until my head is in your lap and I'm lying between your legs. Your hand rests on my head, stroking my hair gently, soothing where you had just been pulling. I look up at you now and again. I enjoy watching how I've affected you. How my mouth can give you this level of pleasure. Your breathing regulates again and you open your eyes. I think about looking away but decide to keep watching you. Looking down at me your brow creases. I panic, what have I done?

  "Fuck. That was, wow. That. That was. You deserve a reward for that little sub," you lean down and kiss me gently.

  I'm giggling as I say, "thank you Sir. Anything you say Sir!"

  "Sit up," you say as you pat the space next to you. Then you stand, pulling your belt from your trousers as you do, crossing the room to sit in the chair you've placed in the middle, draping your belt over the back. Once you're comfortable you turn to watch me. I'm unsure what to do. You told me to sit. Nothing more. But I want to entice you. I lean back on my hands, bend my knees and spread my legs slowly. I imagine the view you might have now. I'm dripping wet from giving you head, from everything so far. My blouse is damp with saliva, and with my arms back like this my cleavage is displayed. My hair must be a mess. My make up too. My cheeks feel flushed and my eyes bright with lust. I feel I don't look nearly as good as when I arrived. But your eyes tell a different opinion.

  Despite your orgasm you look ready to devour me again, ready to take what's yours. You flick your hand up, "stand up and come here."

  I do as you tell me, feeling awkward as I stand, my legs a little heavy from being on the floor so long. I lose my balance and take a second to right myself, embarrassed because you're watching me so steadily. When I'm sure I'm steady I walk to you, stopping when you hold your hand up. I could bend over and kiss you from where you stop me. You leave me standing there for a while longer, until I start to fidget. I can't stay still long. But you don't make a move. I'm getting nervous and frustrated. I want you to touch me. I want your hands on me. I want you.

  My mind runs through everything I want you to do to me, even the things I don't really want but can't deny I enjoy. I can't keep watching you. You're not looking at my face anyway so I look down.

  "Keep looking at me," you say, barely even glancing at my averted face. How did you know I wonder? But I do as you say, and keep focused on you.

  I watch as you start to mouth something, finally hearing you whispering, "the things I want to do, the marks I want to leave. We're going to have fun."

  You're fucking with me. You're making me intentionally nervous. I don't know what to expect. I rub my thighs together, moving against my clit ever so slightly and the jolt of pleasure that gives me makes me gasp. I do it again, knowing you're watching me. You don't stop me. You nod, encouraging me. Hesitantly I raise my hand from my side and cup myself, still watching you, waiting for you to tell me to stop. But that doesn't happen straight away. You're enjoying my display. The soft cotton of my skirt moulds itself around my pussy, clinging to the wetness and adding an extra sensation against my body. I alter the pressure on my clit, getting serious now. I'm so glad I'm watching you, I notice your sign to stop immediately and I let my arm drop back to my sides.

  Your hand replaces mine, firmer and more insistent.

  "You're absolutely soaking little sub," you look at me, my eyes closing in a mixture of arousal and embarrassment. "What's turning you on? Tell me, use your words."

  I can't even form a coherent thought let alone a full sentence while your attentions are so focused, but I try for you.

  "You. You're turning me on. The way you're watching me like I'm your prey. The way your hands touch me like I'm yours, the feeling of being owned when we're together. The way you used my mouth and throat. The way you, ahh!" Your fingers have closed on my pussy lips, pinching me, distracting me.

  "Mm, you are mine. Keep going. I didn't tell you to stop."

  I try to shake my head at you, but you pinch harder, "I said, keep going."

  "Ahhhh!! The way, oh Sir please, ow, the way you hurt me. The way you touch my body so gentle one minute then so harsh the next Sir. Ow ow, please stop Sir!" I'm up on my tip
toes, my hands clenched at my sides as you've found my clit through my skirt and you're flicking it. Hard. But you don't listen.

  "Oh, ow! You are turning me on. That table of toys over there is turning me on. The cushion in the corner is turning me on, those hooks in the ceiling, the taste of your cum still in my mouth. Everything Sir, everything! Please, oh please, please Sir, please stop."

  I try to pull away but then realise that only hurts more. I try to breathe, but then my breath catches when you twist just a little and my mind loses focus. My hands have so far managed to stay away from yours. You don't like me to touch your hands when you're doing anything to me, I'm not allowed to try to pull you away. But my right hand opens and comes in front of me when you let go finally, I just want to cover myself. But I try to hold your hand to stop you.

  I open my eyes, only then realising they're closed. You're looking up at me with a look that can not be mistaken for anything other than displeasure. I let go of your hand and immediately put mine behind my back in the box position. I don't know what else to do.