In the Pink

I open the door, and there you stand. The life is half-drained from you and it's clear that you've had a fucker of a day.

I take your hand and silently lead you inside. For a moment, I hold you close to me, so that you can revive somewhat on the warmth and closeness of my body to yours, but before you crumble and collapse into me completely, I stop you with a whispered "shh..." and a finger to your lips.

Wordlessly, I indicate towards the bed with my head. You lie down, looking up at me with a bleak expression, but when i bend to softly stroke a stray hair out of your eyes, and then grasp a handful of hair in my hand, your expression relaxes into one of happiness. I know what you need. You need to be taken out of yourself, taken to another level, where you can achieve a real release -- and find some peace.

You know that you need this -- and so do I.

I take your wrists, and flip you over, so that you're face down on the bed. I slide a pillow under your stomach to give you some wiggle room, and secure your wrists. You are now restrained, pliant and submissive -- and entirely under my control. I crouch down in front of the bed, so that you can lift your eyes to see me, and I delight in the expression i see. I knew that this was what you wanted -- more to the point, it was what you needed. I can already feel you calming down, which is very gratifying.

I stand up, and walk around to the other end of the bed, and secure your ankles, so that your whole body resembles an X. Taking my red suede flogger, I trail the tails across your shoulder blades, and down your back, watching you shiver with antici..... pation. I slide my hand under you, and feel you as you grow beneath my fingers -- but then just as quickly remove my hand. None of that for now. Not yet.

Stepping back, I lazily flick the flogger across your back, and you moan gently with pleasure-pain. I repeat the act, each time gaining in intensity. This is a release that needs to be built up to, in order for it to achieve its true aim. Each flog stroke is harder and thuddier, and each reaction I see from you is clear evidence of your mounting arousal.

I straddle your back, so that you can feel my cunt brush against your skin, and know how wet I am. Laying the flogger aside, I once again run my hands over your face, from behind you, and grasp your hair with each stroke. I repeat my actions, allowing you to lick my fingers as they flutter past your mouth, watching you shudder with delight as I rake my nails through your hair. Reaching behind me, I spank first one butt cheek, and then the other, alternating between stroking your face, pulling your hair, and smacking your fast-reddening behind, not forgetting your lovely broad shoulders... all the while conscious and very aware that your cock is hard, stiff and oozing rivers of pre-cum beneath you.

You know that for me to do something with your hot, hard tool, you need to ask -- no, you need to beg. And beg you do:

"God, please... touch me... please let me cum. Make me cum. Please..."

I pause, torn between wanting you to come, and taking you to the higher level of release. On consideration, I decide upon the latter, and walking round the front of the bed, I lift your head and lightly slap your face.

"Keep begging. You're not quite ready for your release. Not just yet."

You subside, and sigh, but I know that you trust me. You also know that this will mean an almighty release later, rather than a more half-hearted effort earlier.

I resume my intense flogging of your ass, its redness a beacon in the half-lit room. I love how you writhe and moan -- I can tell how you love it, and how you need this intensity of experience.

Finally, I lay aside my flogger, allowing you to subside a little and relax. I stop and rub some lavender oil into your skin, massaging the now submissive muscles under the heel of my hand.

Untying your wrists, I then lie on the bed next to you, and slide myself underneath you so that your tongue can taste my own arousal - which it rushes to do. My hands don't leave your skin for a moment, rubbing your shoulders and neck, manipulating your muscles into submission and banishing the tension that the world has left imprinted on you.

Your mouth dances on my cunt, and i pull away. This is about you -- you are the one who comes first, for today, at least. I wriggle away from you, and kneeling on the bed, I untie your ankles and flip you over. Your hard, straining cock bounces up, almost like an old friend waving hello. Once again, I secure your hands and feet, wrists bound together behind your head, ankles each fastened securely with rope to the bed posts.

You cannot touch me, nor can you touch yourself. You cannot wrap your legs around me and pull me on to you, as I know you yearn to do. You can barely squirm where the cool sheets gently slip and slide beneath your red, flogged ass, but this does not quell your ardor. I reach under you, and stroke the skin of your ass, as I bend my head to you and tease you with my tongue. Just the very tip of the head feels my mouth on it. You are secured enough that lifting your hips is almost, but not quite, impossible -- so you inch them up from the bed, but it's no good. I retreat.

"Beg."

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh please, oh please, oh please, can I...? May I...? Please... please... please..."

"Be specific."

"May I cum? Please?"

"Where?"

"In your mouth. In your cunt. In your ass. I don't care. Just please, please... make me cum... please."

I feel myself almost weaken --your plaintive cry has touched my heart. I steel myself, and slap your face.

"You're my bunny, my good boy. Yes?"

"Yes!!"

"You want to cum?"

"Yes! God, yes, please... yes!"

I acquiesce -- finally -- and take you in my mouth. I tease the rim of your cockhead once more before allowing you full entrance all the way down my throat. I suck you hard, and then release -- over and over and over again until you can't bear it any more, and I wait to hear you ask permission, knowing how close you are to exploding, but also knowing that without permission, you wouldn't dare come.

"God... shit! May I ... cum... please!! I'm really close."

I give you the thumbs up, as well as a full-mouthed, affirmative "mmph" and immediately feel you shoot ropes of cum into my mouth. Gently, lovingly, i lick your cock and balls clean, retreating slowly as you shake with the aftershocks.

I nestle next to you, having removed the ties from your wrists so that I can administer tender aftercare.

But your ankles remain tied -- we're not quite done yet.