Satin's Delights
Stage One
The Beginning
sex play has always been, just that, play.. a totally fun exploration for both of us. he's always coming up with new ideas, things to try, and has never refused any request i've made. in a nutshell the man is sensual, exciting, sensitive and oh so fun to be with. tonight he seemed just a little more energized, almost like a little kid with a secret that he is just bursting to tell you, so it was no wonder i was very curious when he started rummaging about in the dresser drawer. what new toy or potion was he about to introduce to our playtime now? mmmm i couldnt wait to find out!!
i caught the glint of something shiny gold in his hands and looked at him questioningly. i was stunned, left breathless, by the heated passion i saw in his eyes. unable to look away i scooted back on the bed as he relentlessly advanced, ribbon stretched taunt between his fists. trust. as a woman, youre aware that they are stronger, can hurt so easily.... this man has always been gentle with me. in answer i laid back against the pillows, offering myself openly to his passion... excited beyond anything i'd ever felt before by it. Teasingly he trailed his hands along each arm in the process of binding me to the bedposts; ribbon dragging across sensitive flesh... maddeningly slow as the ache of anticipation builds within me. the excitement, the energy pulses like a living thing between us. i watch, hynotized, as he fetches another ribbon, red as a slash of blood as it trails across my tummy and breasts. he carefully blindfolds me with it and i lay there, helpless, body tingling, waiting, as his fingers draw lines of fire down my face.... throat.... hand coming to rest on my chest. my heart is pounding, breathing faster, the edgy achiness of pure want building between my legs.... he is in total control.....
a whimper breaks from my throat as his flattened hand slowly, sooooo slowly, glides along the curve of my breast, palm caressing the nipple rock hard, my body arching up to his touch.
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Exploration
his lips touched mine, intoxicatingly sweet and gentle. he deepened the kiss and my lips parted, hungry for more, but he pulled back slowly, breath fanning warmth on my face, keeping just out of reach. i strained at the satin bonds, never having realized just how strong a slim satin ribbon can be. his warm mouth touched my neck, lips and teeth grazing lightly, then sucking gently. i sighed, head rolling to the side, giving him access to my vulnerable throat. he nipped and sucked, biting softly at the tender skin, wringing a deep moan from me. his mouth and fingers played masterfully along my heated skin, plucking sensuously at the most tender and sensitive places. i pulled repeatedly at the ribbons restraining me as he continued to tease his way down my torso. my world now centered on this man, his touch, scent, kisses, the quickened sound of his breath as my body arched at his silent command. i felt myself slowly slipping deeper that i had ever gone before. mmmm those marvelous fingers, now teasing at the tops of my thighs and inward with such deliberate slowness. i knew now that he was going to continue lightly teasing, drawing responses from me when his fingers brushed against the lips. i relaxed, savoring the sensations, opening more fully to him. unexpectedly, his finger slid deep between my slick petals, rubbing against the sensitive ridges and folds. god, so fast, like plummeting over a cliff, my hips rising against his hand, muscles contracting around his finger as i strained at the ribbons and screamed out his name in astonished release. i moaned as his finger slid soooo slowly out of my pussy, trailing molten wet fire up my slit, only to tease softly at my clit. i could smell myself, my own excitement, lightly scenting the air.....
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Self-Gratification
i started to relax against the sheets, but his gently circling fingers prolonged the sexual tension, heightened it. i felt his warm breath on my sensitive flesh just before his hot, velvety tongue invaded my depths. his finger pressed more urgently at my clit as his tongue commanded my body. my hips surged up as lightening bolts irradiated from my pussy, triggering off a storm that raged violently, then left me spent.
i felt him move off the bed. the room became unnaturally silent. i waited, knowing he was still there, but still blindfolded, unable to see where he'd gone. i pulled against the ribbons and asked him what he was up to. no answer.. minutes ticked by and i began to see images of the red slash across my tummy and chest that the ribbon had made, but now it flowed with blood. i began to panic and struggled against the satin bonds. "Be still" he whispered so softly i could barely hear him. i continued to tug. "BE STILL, I SAID." this time there was no missing the sense of command in his voice and i automatically complied. i felt him undo my bindings from the bedposts and followed blindly as he led me towrd the foot of the bed into a new position. i found myself kneeling, wrists secured to ankles, waiting....
i felt the slick warmth of his precum painting my lips and flicked my tongue out to savor the taste of him, lavishing the head with licks and kisses. he grunted and pulled away, hands caressing my hair as if to gentle me. i was not to be calmed. i pleaded with him to please give me his cock yet he still held back. not to be denied, i hobbled forward and quickly slid my lips over the head, engulfing him smoothly. my tongue caressed the underside as i slid him deeper, til he was at the back of my throat. his cock throbbed against my lips, my palate, my throat, rock hard yet satiny soft on the outside. i used my mouth to make love to his cock. as i pulled back i sucked and teased with my tongue, held the head of his cock in my mouth as i swirled my tongue around it, then quickly surged back down. i felt his cock expand in my mouth and worked my tongue all the harder along the big vein on the bottom. from a distance i heard his groans of pleasure and shivered at the arousal it caused in me. i was rewarded by thick bursts of his hot cream down my throat . mmm. he stayed erect so i continued to lick and suck, bobbing along his shaft, paying homage to his beautiful cock. i loved the taste and feel of him sliding in and out of my hot mouth. his hips began to press toward me as he neared another orgasm. i sucked furiously, not wanting to miss a drop as he rewarded me again with his cum. my world centered on the taste and scent and feel of him. i sucked gently, milking each last drop from his now softening cock.
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The Plunge
he slowly withdrew from the warmth of my mouth. i was surprised when he kissed me deeply, our tongues mating as the passion mounted again. i wondered fleetingly if it was as erotic for him to taste himself on my lips as it always was for me. gently, he disengaged himself and backed off the bed. i listened to him move alongside it, then felt the mattress dip beneath his weight as he climbed back on behind me. i am nearly panting as the sexual tension mounts, assuming he is going to take me while i am bound hand to foot. i am so ready.... wanting him..... waiting .
"My dear sweet lover, how do you feel about your first plunge into the world of bondage?" i tried to focus on his words, but apparently not fast enough. "I asked you a question. What? Don't you enjoy the gift that I have given you?" his voice is once again stern and commanding. raw animal desire answers him...."yes" i whisper. "Yes, what?" "Yes, I love your gift to me" i respond a little more steadily. "That is good, my dear. Now, I have another gift for you. Something very special. Will you wear it for me?" still shaking with the desires he has awakened in me i try to listen to his query; brain trying desparately to reach past the lust to form cohesive thought. "Well, if you don't want my gift I'm sure that I can find someone who will." i feel him moving off the bed.... leaving me.... "No! Please!! Yes, I want to wear your gift," i answer in a rushed panic. "Good." i can hear the approval in his voice and begin to relax. i feel his hands gently encircle my neck with something very soft, then tie it at the back. he slowly removes the satin ribons that restrained me for so long.. his hands reach beneath me and guide me up to nestle against the warmth of his chest. kissing my neck, he loosens the
ribbon blindfold and i feel it slither down my body to fall on the bed. looking up i see us together in the mirror and catch sight of the black ribbon choker he has placed on my long neck. wonderingly, my fingers trace the collar, coming to rest on the embroidered S there. "whats this mean" i asked, since my name doesnt begin with that letter. "It is your new name. From now on I will call you Satin. Nothing else." calmly i accept this... it just feels right. "And what am I to call you?" i asked, the knowledge beginning to form even as the words left my lips. he looked at me intently, anwering what my heart already knew. "Yes, Master." i smiled up at him as my fingers continued to stroke over the satin collar..... "sweet
Master, lead me where you will."
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Master's Delights
Stage One
The Beginning
I could see the curiousity in her gaze as she followed my movements across the room, towards my dresser. Raising up on her knees, she strained to gain a better view of what I was doing, from her vantage-point on the bed.
I could feel her eyes boring into my back, focused entirely on my purpose. And then I withdrew it. A long, wide ribbon of satin, a soft gold-metallic coloration, like a ray of sunshine plucked from the heavens.
Her breath caught as she saw the gleam in my eyes; the need to share my passions with her.
Her legs instinctly crept backward along the bed, as I slid on to the edge and slowly crept toward her, the ribbon held tightly between both fists.
"Trust is a precious gift, my dear. And now is the time for you to decide whether I am worthy of its reception. The choice is yours, of course, but I warn you, there is no turning back."
I could see the deep concentration within her as she strived to clear her thoughts and think logically about the situation. But in the end, her passion won out.
Swinging her legs gently out from beneath herself, she leaned back against the pillows, stretching her arms out behind her, and arching her chest up towards me.
Leaning over her fragile body, the heat between us crossing the gap between our bodies with a crackle of sensual electricity.
Again her breath caught as I she patiently waited for me to gently, but securely, tighten the ribbon against her wrists, securing her to the bedpost. I took extra care to prolong the agony of the act, running the delicite material against her smooth, pale skin, causing her to shiver uncontrollably.
Once I had finished, I leaned back onto the edge of the bed and slowly slid off.
"Wait, where are you going?" she asked, a trace of fear in her voice.
Again I went to the dresser, removing yet another ribbon, this one the crimson color of blood, dark and concealing.
"Remember, my dear. This is a measure of trust, as well as pleasure."
Again I returned to the bed, and slid my body up against hers, draping the ribbon across her face, loosely covering her eyes. Reaching behind her, I began to tie the makeshift blindfold, removing one of her senses from the outside world.
With the tip of my finger, I traced a slow trail down the side of her face and neck, venturing further down her chest. Resting my hand gently against her chest, I could feel the ragged beat of her heart, the quickened pace of her breathing as she anticipated the beginning of her sweet torture.
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Exploration
I could feel her body shudder as a slight whimper escaped her delicite lips. My hand gliding smoothly along her sweet flesh, teasing her nipples with fullness of my hand. Her body arched up, pulling tight at the bonds, as she strained to aide me in pleasing her.
Slowly I leaned forward and placed a light kiss upon her lips, inciting enough passion between our lips to entice her, before I leaned back a little. Anxious for more she pulled harder at her satin bonds. Her mouth worked involuntarily as she felt my hot breath, just inches from her own lips, yet out of reach.
Instead I leaned down and placed my lips at the base of her neck, kissing her warm flesh. Her neck leaned away from me, to allow better access, and when my lips suckled at her yet again, she let out a deep moan.
I smiled at her response. With her sight restricted, she had become far more sensitive to stimulation of her other senses. Especially touch.
Like an expert pianist, my fingers walked down her chest and stomach, brushing her skin lightly, exciting gooseflesh wherever they touched. Again her chest arched forward, as I strove on.
Her breathing had elevated to a constant, heated exhale, until finally, my fingers rested at the crevice between her legs. The room went instantly quiet, as I slowly trailed my fingers along the curves at the base of her thighs.
Working their way inward, achingly slow in their deliberate torture, my fingers brushed against her lips. I noticed a soft sigh coming from her, as she must have thought this was the extent of my intent.
So she was very surprised when soon found my finger sliding effortlessly between her moist lips. The contrast between her relaxed state and the state of tension that she was now in must have been more than she could handle. Her hips clenched tightly as she gripped my finger with her sex, screaming my name for all the world to hear.
Once her orgasm had subsided, I slowly withdrew my finger from her pussy, sliding it easily across her clit. Again she moaned, and I couldn't help but smile.
She didn't know it, but our journey together had only just begun.
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Self-Gratification
prolonging the last remenants of her climax, I entered her for the first time that night with my tongue, licking along the inner walls of her sex as my finger traced tight cicles across her clit. Soon her hips were bucking wildly against my chin, as she came yet again, lavishing my hungry tongue with her juices.
Then abruptly, I stopped, crawling off of the bed to stand beside her. All was silent, as a frantic plea of fear escaped her lips.
She, of course, struggled wildly at the bonds, afraid that her trust had been misplaced. Afraid that she had made a major error in judgement.
"Be still." I whispered into the still air.
Her head darted frantically as she heard my voice, struggling to gain a sense of my location.
"I said, be still." I struggled to make my voice sound firm and sincere, a vast contrast to my usually playful and energetic nature. It was akward at the very least. But it was necessary if I was to truly make her mine.
Very carefully, I undid the bonds where they were attached to the bedpost, dragging her slowly up off of the bed into a sitting position. I continued to lead her by the ribbons on her wrists, until she was face down, sitting on her knees.
Then I pulled her arms back, re-tying the bonds, this time to her ankles. Once I was finished, I stepped backward and admired her. Crouched over into a very unnatural position, she had regained her calm, and was breathing softly, awaiting my next move.
Standing before her, I ran the head of my dick across her lips, treating her to a taste of pre-cum that had formed there. In response, she lapped out furiously with her tongue, assaulting me with a torrent of pleasure.
I grunted back a moan, and pulled away from her. With a pout, like that of a child that has just lost its favorite toy, she begged for me to "give it back."
I never knew that a woman could enjoy giving fellatio, but she did.
While I was regaining my composure, running my hand through my hair, she managed to hobble forward, rather ungracefully, in her bound position. I was extemely startled when her roaming lips locked onto my cock, as she drove her head forward, drawing me deep into the back of her throat.
Again I grunted, grabbing a handful of her hair as she used the mastery of her tongue on my swollen head and shaft. Her delicously silken tongue dancing effortlessly across my most sensitive flesh.
Then suddenly, as my cock slid easily into the back of her throat, I felt my balls tighten as a thick spurt of cum burst violently from the head, flowing coating the back of her throat.
But she diligently worked onward, milking me towards another climax, until another thick stream trailed down her throat, satisfying her urges.
Sweat rolling down my forehead, I grunted in a mixture of pain and pleasure as she licked and sucked me . . .
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The Plunge
Grunting deeply, as the sweet sweat of sex rolled down my back, I withdrew my dick from her moist lips, leaning down to kiss her deeply on the lips. Catching a lingering hint of my own seed on her lips and tongue, I savored the passionate whipping of her tongue inside my mouth, as our lips waged war with one another.
Finally I withdrew my lips, her hot breath spilling out into the surrounding air.
Again I moved off of the bed, climbing back on to the giving mattress behind her. Her long hair lay in complete disarray along her shoulders and back, creating an image of chaotic lust and uncontrollable desire. Gently I layed all of her hair to one side, so that it fell over her shoulder, and I reached onto the nightstand, for the object that I had procured for this very moment.
"My dear sweet lover, how do you feel about your first plunge into the world of bondage?"
I could hear her breath coming in short spurts as she tried to control herself, realizing that now was a time to be serious.
"I asked you a question. What? Don't you enjoy the gift that I have given you?" Again, I found it difficult to be stern. From the depth of my being I wanted so badly to ravish her female form that was draped out before me, but this was the moment I had been waiting for. And I didn't want to ruin it.
There would be plenty of time for ravishing later.
"Yes." I heard her whisper into the silence.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I love your gift to me."
"That is good, my dear. Now, I have another gift for you. Something ver special. Will you wear it for me?"
Hesitation. She still wasn't sure.
"Well, if you don't want my gift I'm sure that I can find someone who will." Creeping towards the edge of the bed, I hopped off of the soft mattress.
"No! Please!! Yes, I want to wear your gift."
I smiled openly at her eagerness to please.
"Good." I spoke to her gently as I draped the smooth black satiny ribbon around her neck and tied it firmly in the back. Reaching down to her ankles I removed the ribbons, freeing her hands for the first time since we had begun.
Reaching my hand around to cup her tight belly I pulled her up, so that her back rested against my chest. My mouth nestled against the base of her neck, I slowly untied the blindfold, letting it fall to the bed.
She gasped immediately when she saw the black ribbon around her neck in the mirror. Her hands absent-mindedly found themselves brushing against the choker, rubbing thoughtfully at the detailed silver script-styled "S" on the front of the ribbon.
"What's this mean?"
"It is your new name. From now on I will call you Satin. Nothing else."
She looked up at me with a mixture of confusion and understanding. "And what am I to call you?"
I looked deeply into her eyes, confirming what she already knew.
"Yes, Master." She smiled brightly, as she continued to finger the intricate embroidery of the "S".
Placing my hand gently on the side of her face I leened in for yet another kiss. This one was far different than any other. From this point on nothing would be the same. We had made the decision to explore our dreams and fantasies together, embracing each other's desires as our own.
Together, we had taken the plunge.
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