Blind Submission: A Servile Plea

Friday night. The kind of night that hung heavy in the air, thick with anticipation and the scent of unspoken desires. We’d been holding back, letting the tension simmer, a low, constant heat beneath the surface of our daily lives. Work had been brutal, demanding every ounce of our energy, but tonight, we were reclaiming our space, our connection, our shared pleasure. The kids were safely tucked away at Nana’s, a small price to pay for the indulgence we craved.

As I pulled into the driveway, I caught her reflection in the rearview mirror – a vision in a crimson, v-neck dress that clung to her curves, the fabric hinting at the explosive potential beneath. The black stockings, a classic touch, emphasized the elegant lines of her legs, and her makeup was flawless, a subtle enhancement of her natural beauty. Her dark, cascading curls framed her face, softening the angles and adding an air of effortless allure. The scent of her perfume, a heady mix of vanilla and spice, filled the car, a silent invitation to the pleasures ahead.

The kisses were fervent, desperate, each touch a spark igniting a wildfire within me. My hands instinctively reached out, claiming her body as my own, tracing the curve of her spine, the swell of her breasts. It wasn’t just about the physical; it was about the recognition, the understanding that we were both craving this release, this surrender to the raw, primal instincts that simmered beneath the surface. We parked and stepped out of the car, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the building heat between us.

Chili’s, as always, was a safe haven for our desires. The booths were dark and intimate, offering a sense of privacy that allowed us to lose ourselves in each other. She ordered a couple of spicy margaritas, the lime juice tingling on her tongue, loosening her inhibitions and loosening her control. We talked about our day, about the mundane frustrations and the small victories, but the unspoken truth hung heavy in the air – we were both yearning for something more, something deeper.

As we left the restaurant, the heat intensified. She was all over me, her hands finding every inch of my body, her lips tracing the contours of my skin with a possessive urgency. Her movements became more insistent, more demanding. She pulled up her hem, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her stockings, the black fabric clinging to her thighs. Her nipples, hard and sensitive, caught the light, drawing my attention like a beacon. She leaned in, her breath hot against my ear, whispering, “Oh, baby, you’re making me so hard.”

The drive home was a blur of lust and anticipation. The engine thrummed beneath us, a rhythm that mirrored the pounding in my chest. Every glance, every touch, was charged with electricity. Her hand rested on my thigh, her fingers digging in, sending shivers down my spine. “You know you love it when I do this,” she murmured, her voice husky with desire. My cock throbbed against my pants, an insistent reminder of the pleasure that awaited.

When we arrived, the air crackled with energy. She practically flew into the bedroom, her movements wild and unrestrained. The kiss that followed was passionate, desperate, a desperate plea for release. Her hands moved over my chest, pulling down my shirt, exposing the raw, sensitive flesh beneath. I moaned, lost in the intoxicating sensation, as she began to explore my body with a relentless hunger. She bit down on my nipple, drawing blood, a primal act of dominance and submission.

Her hands moved lower, tracing the line of my shaft, her nails digging in just enough to make me shiver. The anticipation built, a crescendo of desire that threatened to overwhelm me. She pulled back, her eyes burning with a feverish intensity, and whispered, “Let’s get started, baby.”

The first encounter was rough, raw, a brutal expression of our mutual lust. She took control, her hands gripping my hips, pulling me closer as she began to thrust deep into my mouth. The taste of her saliva, salty and sweet, mingled with the heat of my arousal. I cried out in pleasure, lost in the intoxicating sensation. Her movements became more insistent, more demanding, pushing me to the brink of ecstasy.

As she continued to dominate, she began to explore my body with her fingers. She used her nails to rake across my back, sending jolts of pleasure through my nervous system. Then, she slipped a hand inside my mouth, her fingers tracing the curve of my shaft, pulling me deeper into the vortex of pleasure.

The next phase was even more intense. She whipped my cock against my chest, hard and fast, each strike sending a wave of pleasure through my body. Her screams mingled with my own, a symphony of lust and desire. She pushed me to my limits, forcing me to confront my deepest, darkest fantasies.

Finally, she brought me to the edge of oblivion. Her body arched, her hips swaying rhythmically as she thrust deep into my throat. The pain was exquisite, a searing pleasure that left me gasping for air. I lost all sense of self, surrendering completely to the moment.

As we came, she clung to me, her body trembling with pleasure. We lay there, intertwined, exhausted but satisfied, a testament to the power of our connection. She whispered in my ear, “You’re the best, baby. You always know how to make me melt.”

Later, as she showered, she brought me back into the bedroom. She took off her clothes, revealing her body in all its glory. Then, she grabbed my favorite dildo from the bedside table and inserted it into her pussy. She writhed and moaned, her body convulsing with pleasure.

As she continued to pleasure herself, I watched in awe, feeling an almost unbearable level of arousal. When she finally finished, she looked at me with a knowing smile. “Oh, baby, you’re a beast,” she said, before pulling me back into her arms. “Let’s do it again.”

We repeated the process several times, each encounter more intense and satisfying than the last. By the time we finally pulled apart, we were both completely spent, our bodies drenched in sweat and tears. As we lay there, exhausted but content, I knew that this was just the beginning of our wild, passionate journey together. A journey fueled by lust, desire, and the unyielding bond between two souls who had finally found each other.

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