Defiled Seduce Night

by Marie Cisneros

  Instead I heard his voice tell me to clean him as he sat down again. I closed my eyes to stop the pricking tears and bit my lip to stop the urge to whiningly plead for him to let me come. I was glad I had been empty and clean because this was one thing I hated. I turned to offer myself in the ultimate act of cleaning him with my tongue, tasting his come mixed with my own bitter taste, licking him until he was totally clean. I hoped the throbbing between my legs would soon subside because I knew I would not get any pleasure until he was ready to allow it. I finished and he dismissed my ministrations by pushing me away and tidying up his clothes.

  Finally, he took the lead that lay slackly between my breasts and rested the length of it under his foot. I looked up at him, trying to convey without words that I understood his punishment and that I was grateful for his teaching me, but he pulled the lead upwards with his hand, letting it slide under his boot. The length between his foot and my neck shortened as he did so and I was again pulled down until my face rested next to his foot.

  "Princess, are you mine?"

  "Yes, oh yes. You are my lord and master," I whispered, still a little afraid he would reject me.

  He lifted his foot and used the lead to pull me upwards before tilting my face to his with his other hand. I dared not meet his eyes but watched his mouth intently, looking for some sign of softness and forgiveness. He wasn't smiling, but the tightness of his anger seemed gone and I dared to hope again.

  "I like your strong will, but I will shape it, not you. When I return I expect respect and obedience, because I will not be lenient with you again. Have I made myself clear?"

  "Yes, Sir."

  Now he smiled and it lit his face. I felt a rush of joy knowing I was his again, safe and secure. He had forgiven me. He stood up and ordered me to my belly, telling me that until I had earned the right to kneel in his presence this would be how I would greet him. It would be a reminder to me that everything was his to decide. Then he left, closing the door firmly behind him. I stayed still for several minutes, half expecting him to open the door and return, but instead I heard nothing.

  Despite the tightness in my legs from the belting he had given me I stood and ran to the window, wanting to see his shape one more time tonight. Pressing my forehead against the glass, all I saw was the red taillights of his car as he drove away. Sniffling because I had missed him, but holding the end of the lead he had left on me as a comfort I turned to cross the room and pick up the roses still lying on the floor. This time I would wait as long as it took for him to decide when I was ready to continue in my training. I was ready and I was his.

  Desired Possession

  This moment has been a long time in comming-nearly a year- but the moment is now. I stand in the air port terminal, shaking all over. Not only now have I come to a place that I dont know, but I am here to meet some one that I dont know either., except by voice. My eyes have never seen him, but I could tell you every line on his face, and every pale fleck in his eye.

  And there I stand, hearing people, watching...waiting.

  My hands clench and relax as I fidgit in place bouncing along the balls of my feet. Ive worn my hair down, but only so that he can run his fingers along it and tug as he pleases. I know the first thing his eyes will fall on will the the tight band of leather that I have chosen to wear. Not because it matches the form fitting black velvet summer dress I have on, not even because of the small amethyst ball that rests at the base of my throat and accents my pale plum lips. But only to show my submission, my bending to his will and unyeilding loyalty to his commands.

  Everything about me is made to please him, and every inch of me reacts when from behind me comes a growled whisper....

  " You shouldnt go in public dressed like that"

  Instantly my eyes fall to the floor, my spine snaps straight, and my center metls curling tendrils of whining pleasure up through my stomach. But I know he is toying with me, to see if I will fall so willingly to another.

  " And why is that?" I have always been strong willed, and he knows this. Chuckling softly his hands lift to run along my hair, it is all I can do to keep from moaning at the sheerest touch of his warm palms against my body.

  " And why is that?" I speak softly, a near whisper to hide my quivering insides. I feel him shift to the front of me as his lips lower to my ear, his breath hot against the soft creamy skin of my neck, leaving prickles of goose flesh along my shoulder and down my back.

  " My pet, you should not be dressed at all." I have to resist the urge to grab him to keep me from falling as my knees buckle slightly, " a problem I plan to soon remedy for you." This time I do moan aloud, he laughs softly and growls against me " good girl" the words and his pleasure at my excitement mingling to leave his lips.

  In the taxi on the way to the hotel, his fingers part the smooth taut mounds of my thighs, probing between them gently easing them open, the hem of my dress slips up to my hips revealing my neatly trimmed pubis, as he orders me to keep my eyes on the driver in the rear view mirror.

  " Do not look down, and do not cum, little one. for if you do...it will be the last time for the duration of our visit, " he growls against my ear.

  " Yes, Master," I whisper softly, as I lock my eyes on the driver, who glances back to me every so often.

  His fingers delve to my cervix, and writhe against the tight knob of muscle there, as his thumb rolls lazily along my clit. The hotel is a good 20 minutes away, and the drive is excruciating. I long to touch him, to feel more of him, to examine every nook and cranny of his body, to crawl before him, my rounded ass high in the air as passion burns in the soft light of his eyes.

  I have chosen a room that has double french doors with a balcony over looking the Gulf, and had the fore thought to come and light candles and run him a hot bubble bath. When we walk in he smiles, seeing the pains I have taken to comfort and welcome him. He smiles to me and tugs me to him, kissing my lips hard, his tongue twining with my own, pulling me tight against him, his massive hands ensare my hips, and fingers kneed the soft curves of my ass.

  " To your knees, slut" He speaks against my lips.

  " Yes Master" I fall to my knees before him, my back arches and the harderned nubs of my nipples obvious as my breasts swell with the sway in my back. My eyes fall to his feet and my hands rest on my painfully wide spread thighs to show him my submission and the glistening wetness of my heated flower.

  He walks past me and his hand falls to my hair as he moves to look about the room. Taking in the dteails that I may have missed in my haste. He steps into the bath room and I can hear the smile that dances across the firey reign of his lips as he speaks...

  " You have done well, girl...come, you may bathe me now."

  I crawl slowly my shoes slipping from my feet to lay in the floor along my path to the bathroom. Each sinewy muscle stretches to the pinacle of length before drawing back beneath me.

  The cold tile of the bath room floor bites at my knees as I slither across it and kneel up. He has not yet told me to stand, and to do so would incur the wrath that I hoped to savor later. I do not reach with my hands, but instead place them behind my back and tip my head up, tugging at his belt with my teeth I slowly break it free and nuzzle in to his crotch taking in the sweet smell of him, his body, the essence of his being rolling along my nostrils as I breath deep and peel back the soft black denim of his jeans. It is only now that my hands come to his body, tugging the cloth free from his body slowly, letting it pool at his feet.

  My lips a mere inch from that which I desire most. Licking them slowly, I run my hands along my thighs gently and lean back on my heels arching up to stand, even as he speaks " stand bitch".

  My hands roam along his hips and stomach as I lift his shirt free from his massive shoulders and toss it to the counter. I watch silently as he eases into the water and sucks in a sharp breath at the heat, smiling and closing his eyes. My eyes roam the planes of his face and take in the subtle rise and fall of his bre
ath, each fiber of me quivering, aching with wanton drive to reach for him.

  " Strip", he does not open his eyes to issue this command, so I smile and slip the dress free from my shoulders, lettng it fall to my feet. I have worn no panties, nor bra, as he ordered. Only the leather at my neck and the glinting steel of my nipple clamps and belly peircings are visible to the light as I move near the tub.

  So long I have imagined this. So long I have wanted it. Dreaming of what might be. To actually be here in this moment, is more than I can stand, as I shift to settle along the back wall of the tub, my feet fall in along his sides, and my hands begin to work slowly along his shoulders. Kneeding the muscular joints, and plying at him, as he leans back. I hear him growl low in his chest, a reverbation that trembles through my soul.

  Running some soft oils along a sa sponge I work the liquid into his skin, taking great pains to pay attention to evry bare inch, his chest, stomach, thighs and calvs, shoulders, back, and ass running beneath my hands. Learning every part of him as my own desire builds. I can see him smiling here and there, and my own wtness is throibbing madly, but I have waited too long to waste any time thinking about me. As I work my way to his feet, my silken body slides along his and his legs rest under my ass as I kneel in the tub, my back to him, massaging the arches of his feet.

  As my ass archs back I can feel the thick root of his throbbing cock against one cheek and I smile to myself. His hands roam up over my hips and he growls softly and thrusts me back against him, parting the soft lips of my already slippery cunt. He rests there, the head pressing against my clit, and unable to stop myself I shift delicately along his length. His nails bite into my ass cheeks and I groan softly, sitting up.

  " Turn around and look at me." He whispers softly as I spin sliding over his flesh from the water, the oil and my own wetness. My deep green eyes scan his face and then lock on his eyes as I tighten the muscles of my thighs against his.

  " Come closer, slut...my little cum slut" his voice is near to a low pur as I lower my body to his, cool from the conditioned air of the room against the liquid heat of his.

  My body slides lower and my cheek rests against his stomach as I trail soft slow kisses along the hardened plane. My lips probe slowly down over his navel as I lap across his abdomen before licking each hip gently. The water spills along my face, and his hands tangle in my hair as I lower my lips to his cock, flickering my peirced tongue slowly along the slit tasting the sweet salt of pre cum before spiraling my tongue slowly along the length, lapping both water and sweetly scented oil from the rigid silky skin.

  My tongue conforms to the shaft and he moans softly " gooood girl" I feel his back arch up and his hips lift to the ministrations of my mouth as I suckle hungrily, longing for the tatse of him as I work my tongue in opposite directions of my mouth. His hands tug my head up and down the massive member and I cant help but moan gently when he tells me to play with myself for him.

  My own hands run down to part the folds of my melted center and penetrate with two fingers.

  I can feel him tensing and his hips buck gently sloshing water from the tub as my own ass rises and falls with the wanton probing of my fingers.

  With a low gutteral moan I feel him tense and the firey spew of cum flings forth past my lips to the back of my throat, coating me with the milky salt. My own orgasm held back a moment until I hear him growl " Cum...NOW!" With out warning, I am racked with waves after wave of pleasure, having learned over time to cum simply at the sound of his voice. I grind to my own fingers as I suck him deeper and milk the last creamy sweet drops from his cock.

  His hands stroke my hair and he spills now cooling water along my back from the sea sponge, petting me deliciously. I smile against his stomach as we both lay panting in the water.

  He whispers softly as he tugs my hair...

  " Well worth the wait, my possession...well worth the wait."

  Sated in my own need for the moment I close my eyes and drift loosely his heart and breath filling my ears.

  The End.

  A Night Out

  You told me to dress nice, but comfortable, and to make sure I was ready by 6 pm, at least that was what your note said when I woke up this morning.

  I puttered around, doing odds and ends and other chores. I decided to splurge and call the day spa by the house and they had a quick opening. I only had time for a mini facial, as I listened to quiet music while she massaged my face with 2 or 3 different types of lotions and masks. Then she put a mist spray near my face and left me alone for 10 minutes while the mask went to work. The next thing I felt her hands wiping off the mask as she took my out of my pseudo sleep. I then had them put my hair up in a clip and put some strategically placed spiral curls to frame my face.

  I made it home, put on my makeup and started to get dressed. First, I put on a raspberry lotion on my whole body. So of course I had to put on my raspberry silk underwear and bra, and then a pair of sheer black thigh high nylons. I got out a cotton plaid skirt, colored with browns, yellows, reds... like falling leaves. The skirt falls to just above my knees, but it has a 2 inch slit on the right side. I then put on a black angora turtle neck sweater, knowing that you can't keep your hands off of me when I wear it.

  I was trying to find some earrings when you got home, came up behind me and said "Wow, I almost want to cancel our reservations, but you are much to pretty to keep all to myself." I gave you a silly look, finished putting on my earrings and heels, and you helped me into my coat and then into the car.

  You drove us to a small little restaurant and we got settled at our table. We made small talk until they brought out wine and appetizers. Even with the food I could feel the wine going to my head a touch and could feel my cheeks blushing. Every so often, you brush your fingers over my hands, or even teasing me further I feel a hand on my knee slowly tracing little designs over it, tickling me.

  We ate dinner, still talking about this and that and waited for dessert, which was a chocolate mouse cake, which we split, but since they only brought one fork, you fed it to me. You ask me if I want to go out anywhere else or just home, and I suggest we go home early.

  As we head out to the car, you tell me to look up at the stars, and as I do you quickly pull down the top of the turtleneck exposing my neck and put your lips on it.

  "God, I needed to do that all night long," You said quietly. As you do that, you wrap your arm around me and pull me into you kissing along my neck and chin and up to my mouth. First tasting my lips, still sweet with the flavor of chocolate, and then slowly opening them with your tongue, probing inside my mouth.

  Your kisses feel so urgent against my lips, and I can feel with every touch the tingling start on my lips, working its way down making my nipples hard and then all the way down to between my legs.

  I said breathlessly "All this, just from a kiss. Amazing."

  You break away, much to my displeasure, saying "We better get home or we might never make it there at all." You help me into the car and I try to compose myself after that prelude of what was to come.

  The car ride home was quiet, but comfortable with our hands resting on each others thighs. Your fingers gently trace out imaginary designs on my leg. My thoughts on how you could possibly make this night any better than it was already. When we pulled into the driveway, you turn off the car, and as I was about to open the door, you stop me and tug on my arm. I turned back around to ask what was up but I was quieted with another long teasing, toe curling kiss.

  Slowly we make it in the house and as you take our coats, you tell me to go and lie in front of the fireplace in the living room. I hear you walking towards me and I turn to see you loosen your tie and take it off. All the while you have a little devilish grin on your face. I start to wonder what you have planned and I start to speak, but you again quickly start to kiss me hard to stop any thoughts I might have from escaping my lips.

  As we kiss I feel your tie slip over my head and cover my eyes. You pull a
way and position it carefully so I can't see anything and tie it tight, and put me in a sitting position on the floor with my legs curled under me.

  Relying only on sounds now, I wonder what you are up to, when I hear the sound of the fire start up and feel the heat slowly hit my face. I feel you behind me, sit down and straddle my body with your hands. The next thing I feel are your hands on each side of my neck starting to massage it and down to my shoulders.

  First very gently you started, now with a little more force working the kinks out. You slowly move down my back and sides sometimes with no more force than a whisper other times strong and willing my body to relax. As you reach my hips I feel your hands move under my sweater and lift it up raising my arms as you take it all off, revealing my raspberry satin bra.