The Gift of Absolute Submission
He was a gift, a living toy delivered to me for my absolute pleasure. As a woman who enjoys the finer points of control, I decided to test his resolve immediately. I gave him a singular, grueling command: drive three hundred and fifty kilometers to a desolate, run-down motel that smelled of stale camphor and old regrets. He was to wait for me there, stripped completely naked, blindfolded, with his phone set to vibrate and tucked firmly between his testicles.
When I finally arrived, the anticipation in the room was thick. I could hear his shallow breathing as I stepped inside. I didn’t say a word; I simply sat upon his knees, the weight of my body grounding him. I tightened the blindfold, ensuring he was trapped in a world of darkness and sensation. I leaned in close, demanding he scent my skin, before I guided my breast into his mouth. I commanded him to coat my nipple in saliva, his tongue working with a desperate, focused intensity while I held his chin firmly in my grip.
Seeking to heighten the tension, I took a length of cord and tied it securely around his shaft and scrotum, looping the other end around my own wrist. Now, every slight movement of my hand dictated the movement of his cock. He groaned, a sound of pure surrender that only fueled my desire. I positioned myself above him, my shaved, damp heat hovering just inches from his face. I ordered him to extend his tongue, letting a single drop of my saliva fall upon it as a prelude to what was coming.
With my wrist still tethered to him, I guided his head between my thighs. He began to lick me with long, sweeping strokes from bottom to top, his tongue exploring every fold. I gripped his hair, pressing him deeper into me, commanding him to do whatever he wished until I reached my peak. He focused on my clitoris, swirling the tip of his tongue in maddening circles, occasionally trailing a line of saliva down toward my backside with a sharp, sudden flick.
He didn’t know about the small pleasure beads I had tucked inside myself. As the tension reached a breaking point, I released my grip on his hair and commanded him to pull the retrieval string. In one fluid motion, I ripped the blindfold from his eyes so he could witness the spectacle. I climaxed violently, my release splashing across his face just as the beads slid out. He swallowed everything, his own arousal leaking through the cord, leaving us both breathless in the dim light of the motel room.