Tease You, Please Me
The Dominant in Me Honors the Submissive in You
By Phaenton
© 2017 Danielle Giles
Chapter 1
The clocked warned me that it was time to get ready. We have plans, and it’s been forever since I’ve seen you, but my nerves always get the best of me when it’s time to actually leave.
Fuck it. Let’s turn the music up and get the night started.
With the right frame of mind, I get started with the ritual warm-up. I start the shower to get it nice and hot, throwing in a lavender vanilla scent pouch to aromatize the air, then strip and stand in front of the mirror. The usual thoughts of how my stomach is too big are stomped down deliberately as I run my hands over my body, starting with my face. I look at every sexy piece of me as I caress myself, stopping a bit longer to play with my tits to get them nice and perky. I stroke my arms, my belly, my ass, my thighs and calves as I anticipate the pleasure that each will bring and receive tonight.
In the hot shower, I lather up my entire body, playing with the bubbles the suds produce. I love the way the water rushes over my head and down my face as I rinse out the shampoo, and the massage to my scalp as I rub in the conditioner. I take my time shaving my legs, my underarms, and then my pussy. To go totally bare or leave a strip- that is the question. Tonight I feel like going totally bare. I let the hot water cascade down my back as I run the razor gently over the hair that is currently there. The scent in the air is helping to make me feel pampered as I lean over and pull gently on my pussy lips to ensure all the hair is gone.
The last part of the shower ritual is exhilarating- the final rinse of my hair and body. Feeling the hot water hit my scalp and run down, feeling the suds wash off my body, is like opening an invitation to bliss. I can feel my body readying for a night of pleasure like no other. After turning off the water, I gently towel dry my body before wrapping my wet hair in the towel. Now is one of my favorite parts of the ritual- rubbing down my entire body with warm oil. I start with my neck and let the warm oil drizzle over my shoulders, down my back and belly, down my legs. I rub it in everywhere but pay close attention to under my breasts, my ass and my feet. Finally, with my oiled hand, I lightly caress my pussy but take care to avoid my clit.
The music is on, the air is filled with the scents I associate with the pre-sex ritual, and my body is starting to vibrate. The hardest part of the evening is now, as I have to decide what to wear. Definitely something that comes off easily and is sexy. I’m not feeling my most confident tonight, so I want something with a little more coverage than usual.
Ah, a little blue dress with the matching thong ought to do it.
Some thigh-high stockings and a sexy pair of heels and the outfit has been picked out. I pack it carefully in my bag as I pull on the yoga pants and sweatshirt I’ll wear to and from the club. Sexy is sexy, but comfy is so much sweeter when your body’s done being used and abused for pleasure.
Next is the makeup. Since I don’t normally wear any makeup, I always worry that I’m going to screw this up. How hard is it, really? Some powder, blush, and lipstick. But I always get stuck at my eyes. Goddamn, do I have some sexy and beautiful eyes. I am grateful for them as I swipe on the eyeliner, eye shadow, and mascara. They almost mesmerize me and I can’t wait to use them to mesmerize tonight. My tongue sneaks out of the corner of my red lips as I think about wrapping them around your nice hard cock.
My thoughts are running big time and I can feel my anxiety start to creep in just a bit. Half of my mind is off and running erotic, exotic, and taboo scenarios that I can only dream about happening on this screen inside my head; half of my mind is convinced you won’t show up and nobody will want to play with me. I make a concerted effort to shut out that second half as I reach down inside of my pants to play with my bare pussy and take a deep breath. I am woman, hear me roar and all that jazz. But it works.
Drying my hair is one of my least favorite parts of the night due to the noise of the hair dryer, but lucky for me it doesn’t take long at all. I can’t help but to pull on my hair a few times as I run my fingers through it to help it dry. A few spritz of hair oil, another short head massage to get the hair amped up, and I’m ready. Well, I’m physically ready. I’d do me if I were a lesbian. I’d definitely do me if I were a man. I am fucking hot. And I’ll try my best to remember that mantra tonight.
It’s time to go. I grab a water bottle to throw in my bag and take a few more deep breaths. My body is warmed up and vibrating, I have some really exciting and adventurous scenarios running through my head, and I feel like a badass. OK, a badass who is a little nervous, but a sexy badass nonetheless.
On the drive to the club, I keep the music loud enough to sing along so I can drown out my thoughts. The drive there has gotten easier in a less nerve-wracking way. It’s anticipation; it’s wondering what will happen, it’s the thrill of seeing and learning something new, it’s seeing friends, and it’s eagerness all rolled up and sitting in my chest. But I’m here now and there’s no turning back. Not that I’d ever want to, anyway. Deep breaths and here we go.
Flip the switch.
Chapter 2
If I get here a bit early, it is only so that I could get the first glimpse of you. When I see you come walking down the sidewalk, my heart jumps and my body heats. And all other thoughts fly away.
You look up, and when you notice me watching, you smile. It’s a picture in my heart because that smile was the best thing I’ve seen in months. I try my hardest to look neutral when I give you a nod, but I really want to jump into your arms.
The plan is to meet in the club tonight. God, we’ve been planning this forever. So I turn away and walk into the club. My body is tense as I say my hellos, change my clothes, and wander around to give you time to get to our designated spot. It takes everything in me to stay away for those minutes you need.
Finally, finally, I allow myself to go to you. Fuck, my entire body jerks when I find you. Kneeling. Head bowed. Waiting for me. My human facade starts to break. The untamed me is coming out, and it feels amazing.
I walk up to you and grab your hair, pulling your head back so that I can look you in the eye. I want to lock that picture in my head. My hand goes to your face automatically. I can’t wait to any more to touch your skin. Slowly, I kneel down with you.
Two questions.
“Are you mine, completely?”
“I am yours, my lady.”
“Are you sure?”
“With everything that I am, my lady.”
Our ritual. Our opening of the scene. It is started.
You stand when I command, and we walk to a couch so I can sit. You are naked in front of me because it pleases me. I tell you to stand there and twirl. I can tell you are embarrassed, so I make you continue. There is no reason to be embarrassed about pleasing me here. You will learn.
You kneel when I command, placing yourself between my legs. I need to taste you, connect with you, so I lean forward and kiss you. Softly at first. That doesn’t last- my body demands more. Goddamn, you taste so good. You feel so good. My heart is racing and I want you inside me now, so I push you away. I need to slow myself. And judging by the look in your eye, I need to slow you, or this will get out of control before it even starts.
“Do you remember what we discussed?”
“Yes, my lady.”
“Go get the bag and kneel at the cross. I’ll be there when I’m ready.”
“Yes, my lady. Thank you, my lady.”
I give you one last deep kiss before sitting back so you can go on your way. I take in everything about you as you walk away. Your ass. Your legs. Your back. You put that extra swagger in your step because you know I’m watching, a
nd you will be rewarded for that later. Oh, yes. You will be rewarded.
You’re kneeling again when I find you, head and eyes down, perfect for me to walk into your space and demand attention. You bow down and start with my feet, kissing and licking, working your way up my ankles and to my knees before I stop you. I’m not ready yet, and if this continues, I’ll cum before I get you tied.
“Stand up, cross up.” I tell you. You’re spread-eagle against the cross before I can reach the bag to get the ropes. I know all I’d have to do is command you to stand there, but I like to see you in rope. So I tied your hands above you, and your feet apart. Because tonight is about what I like, and I want to.
“Do you remember the rules?”
You don’t answer, just nod your head while keeping your eyes down. That makes me smile. You do remember.
I run my hands up and down your chest, just touching you. Your cock is swollen and heavy, but I don’t touch it yet. It pleases me to watch your breath get faster the closer I get. I lean closer, whispering in your ear.
“No cumming. Not tonight. Do you understand?”
“Yes, my lady.”
You’ve pleased me, so I lick your ear, and bite it until I hear you gasp. I’m not sure whether it’s from pleasure or pain, so I do it again. I kiss and bite and nibble your neck, swirling my tongue around that spot that you love so much. That hitch in your breath shoots straight to my pussy. God, I love this.
Stepping back, I wrap my hands around your cock. The weight, the heat- I want it all. I squeeze slightly to get a better grip, then slide my hands up and down. I watch it jerk and bounce. Squeezing harder, I lean forward and whisper in your ear.
“Whose cock is this?”
“It’s yours, my lady.”
I squeeze again, harder. Because it pleases me. Your body jerks and I can tell you weren’t expecting that. I’m usually so gentle. But not tonight. There’s no easy way out tonight.
“Look at me. Watch me.” I command. And so you do. And that’s when I kneel down in front of you. I look up into your eyes as I lick the head of your cock, watch you twitch as I place the head just inside me mouth, just far enough to suck slightly. I make you watch as I take my time licking, touching, weighing, squeezing. Sucking. Enjoying that cock. Your balls are so hot, and they’re starting to contract, so I grab them and pull them away. Then I play, pulling and licking and sucking.
And then I hear you moan.
I did not tell you that you could moan.
I stand and slap that cock, just once, but hard.
“Did you deserve that?
“Yes, my lady.”
“Why?
“I did not have permission to make noise, my lady.”
I walk over to the bag, “You ruined my pleasure. What should I do with you now? A flogging? Caning? No, not right now. This first.” I pull out the blindfold, putting it on tightly so that you don’t see the nipple clamps coming. I feel your body react as I put the first one on; I see the pain on your face. I give you a moment as you struggle to accept it, then place the second one. It pleases me that you don’t like it, but that you also do.
I step away from you. It’s punishment to leave you blind, without touch, alone and naked. Your cock softens. I can feel my pussy getting wet as I watch you suffer for me. Because it pleases me, knowing I’m giving you what you want, what you need. And because it pleases me, your suffering pleases you.
You know the moment I walk back to you, even though you cannot hear or see me. I can sense the difference. Your human façade is broken. All your senses are on alert. Your whole body is mine. You are mine. All of you. Completely.
Because you’ve pleased me, and because I like to, I kneel again and take your cock in my mouth. You know you are not allowed to cum, so I take my time while I enjoy tasting you. I enjoy feeling the tension in your body, feeling you jerk. Feeling your desperation as you get closer and closer to cumming, fighting it with every swirl of my tongue around the head. I feel so powerful at this moment. I own you at this moment because you freely gave yourself to me.
But I am not ready to be done yet, and my body is craving your touch. So I stand, flicking the nipple clamps so that I can see the look on your face. I twist and pull on them before finally pulling them off. You hate this. You love this. Even more so when I take nipple in my mouth, licking and nipping it. And then I bite the other, and your cock deflates as you make no sound.
I can’t wait any longer.
It’s time for the next part of my plan.
Chapter 3
Ever so slowly, I untie the rope wrapped around your hands, letting the rope fall around your body. Letting the rope slide across your skin. Just the way you like it, and just the way I like it.
Your hands stay in position as I bend to my knees and slide my hands slowly down your legs, tracing the muscles as I go. I spend time teasing the backs of your knees as I watch your cock start to grow heavy and hard once more. I’m not ready yet, so I bite your inner thigh, hard. I feel more than hear your gasp, quickly stifled. But still, it was there. So I bite your other inner thigh even harder.
“What did you do?” I ask, wanting you to say it. Knowing the mind-fuck I’m giving you by making you say why you’ll be punished.
“I disobeyed and made noise, my lady. My apologies. Please don’t punish me.”
As if I won’t. As if you really don’t want me to.
I quickly untie your feet and command you to your knees. Leaving you bent and blindfolded, I take my time cleaning the area and putting the toys back into the bag. The chatter of the other people comes back into perception and part of the spell between you and me is broken. No matter. It’s part of the ebb and flow of this game.
I kneel in front of you and lean over to whisper in your ear, but I see your nose flair as you catch my scent, so I pause and take the time to breath you in. To breath with you. To connect again before I whisper my command to stand.
“I believe I owe you some punishment. I haven’t decided yet what to do, so let’s walk around a while. I expect you to obey the rules. Are you ready?”
“Yes, my lady.” Fuck. I wonder if you know what hearing you say those words does to me.
I grab you by the cock and start walking. You’ll keep up or you won’t, but this cock is coming with me. I use it to guide you over to a group of my friends. You’re still blindfolded and I can feel you hesitate- has anybody ever lead you around like this before? I’ve never done this, and the feeling is incredible. Not just because I’m holding your cock, but because you have given me this control. And since I’m pleased, I give your cock a gentle slap when we’ve gotten to where I want to go. You drop to your knees immediately, head bowed, waiting for me.
I chat with my friends, leaving you there blindfolded and on the fringe. But it’s difficult because all my concentration is on you. They understand. I don’t even know what we’re saying, and it doesn’t matter. They’re part of our scene, playing a part for us as you kneel there just waiting for what I want next.
I see an open room, so I say goodbye to my friends and grab your hair to drag you up. Leading you by the cock once more, we go to the room and put up the barrier. Anybody can watch, but this room and this time is ours. The rest of the world disappears.
I turn to you and reach up to remove the blindfold. You don’t look me in the eye until I grab your chin and lift it. I want to see you. I want you to see me. I want to know that you want this as much as I do. That small smile you give me tells me everything I need to know.
“Undress me, but don’t touch me.”
Your head bows immediately back into position. I let you decide what to remove first, and you kneel to start with my shoes. It seems easy to obey the no-touching rule with those, except I know you much you want to touch them. I watch your head as you look up, avoiding my eyes, to examine my dress and the best way to remove it. Once you realize there is no zipper, you grab the hem and stand to pull it over my head. I move and sway into your hands befo
re you know what is happening.
“I thought I told you- don’t touch me. You disobeyed again. Are you just thinking with your cock tonight? Or are you really that much in need of punishment?”
You do not answer except to kneel immediately, head bowed before my feet.
“Look at me.” I command. “Since you cannot seem to obey me tonight, I will undress myself. Watch me.”
I wait until you are looking at me, staring at my breasts to avoid breaking command by looking me in the eye. Slowly, I turn my back to you and lift my dress over my head, throwing it to the side. Left only in my stockings and thong, I look over my shoulder to see you staring at my ass. So I grab it with both hands.
“You want to feel my ass, don’t you? You want to kiss it and nibble on it? Answer me!”
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