Sensual BDSM

Carlos held Carmen in his arms while they danced. She was related to the groom and he was the brother of the maid of honor. He hated weddings but Carmen was an unexpected treasure in a sea of catatonic and duty. He noticed how well the fit together, how easily the conversation flowed, She said when he asked, that she had never Tangoed before, yet she followed his lead so well, He could not help but be curious, would she so easily follow his lead,  on a leash, He had never even considered fishing in the pool of family and acquaintances. But she was different, made him want to break his own rules,

Oh yes this was going to happen, he hoped it would be everything he was hoping for, because this girl had a spell on him,

“Cheers my dear Carmen, to life, and what it has in store for us,”

I often sit back and observe people… Watching their mannerisms, their etiquette, their body language.

Placing them inside a sexual scenario. Fucking the person their standing with, fucking me, me sucking their cock, the cashier dropping to her knees in front of a patron at self check-out, the single lady walking by with a frown on her face rushing to wherever she thinks she is in hurry to be, bent over someone’s knee or standing over a man making him kiss her feet, the flirty couple loading flowers into their truck fucking in the garden later. Playing these scenarios in my head.

Can people tell what I am thinking?

I avoid eye contact, shyly, but sometimes, often times I get caught staring. It’s not that I am attracted to them, some often disgust me. By doing this I am breaking them down, to their naked truth, vulnerable, humanizing them in a world that has become so robotic. 

I am having these fantasies as I sit in my truck at Lowes, watching everyone cautiously walk amongst each other, avoiding, going thru the motions, obeying the suggested new normal. Keeping their distance but starving for human interaction. 

I crave a partner who would sit and watch with me. I begin to fantasize.

• • • • •

We pull into a parking space, you turn to remove your seat belt and open the door to get out, I reach over and boldly grab your flaccid cock through your shorts. Holding you in place, smiling seductively, you know this smile. You move back into your seat,  I beg with my eyes and your look hardens and you say, “Ask.”

I squeeze and begin to stroke your cock to life, I can feel your body betraying you, you are growing hard in my hand. Smiling knowingly. 

“That is not yours to play with, ASK!” You say sternly. You grab at my hand but instead of pushing it away you intertwine our fingers and your hand strengthens my grasp, guiding me, showing me what I know you already want.

I readjust in my seat so I can access you better, my body turned facing you, pulling my left leg to my chest, my skirt falls to my hips, revealing that I am not wearing panties. My smile broadens.

I love teasing you, I know you want to make me beg for it. I know you like when I ask you for what I want. 

“Use your words” you say condescendingly. 

My smile turns devilish, and I tighten my grasp and dig my nails into your cock. Still not saying a word.

Our eyes are like a duel of wits. This is a battle we both love to win.

My hand moves to your zipper and you grab my wrist firmly, your fingers biting into my wrist, yet I am able to get the zipper down with my own strength, I know you are much stronger than I am and are only inflicting this pain for my pleasure.

“ASK!” you say through gritted teeth. 

Your right hand moves between my legs, gently your fingers brush along my pussy lips, moist with anticipation. Back and forth, lubricating your fingers. I’m always wet for you. You know this all too well. I take in a deep breath and a ragged exhale. Biting my lower lip, you know exactly how to touch me.

My hand is inside your shorts now, boldly wrapped around your now rigid cock, I love that you don’t wear underwear, makes things so much easier for me. Stroking you in a fluid motion. Starting at the base, squeezing, drawing up the pressure, my thumb slides across the tip, precum escapes and I role it over the head of your cock. 

“ask.” you say under your own breath, a plea but still with control, a demand for me to comply. 

I swallow, knowing I’m toying with your anger. I know that sometimes my bratty nature can push you too far.

Your eyes close from the pleasure I’m bringing you. I bite my lower lip, I can see the frustration on your face. You are having a hard time controlling yourself. In rebuttal your fingers curl and hook inside my opening, I gasp at the pleasure and wince at the pain. 

“ASK Damn it!”

To the passerby’s we look like two people having a conversation.

“I’m not your sub. I don’t have to ask for what I want.” I know I am taking a risk at saying this but I also like you when you’re aggravated with me.

Anger flashes in your eyes and you thrust 3 fingers deep inside me, to anyone but me this might inflict pain but I am so wet you slide in, filling me. My body instantly reacts and I shutter, moan.

“YES, PLEASE CAN I HAVE YOUR COCK.” I beg, yelp.

“AGAIN!” you demand.

“CAN I HAVE YOUR COCK”… “please!” I swallow, your tone so commanding.

Eyes locked.

You tone lowers, softens, your fingers slow their assault on my pussy, the palm of your hand massaging my clit. My hips are moving against you wantonly. You know how to control my body. 

“Do you want it?” you tease.

I bite my lower lip, “Yes”. 

“Do you want it?” you ask condescendingly. “Use your words.”

Eyes lowered, cheeks flushed, breathing ragged, I look up at you and half ask, half plead, “Can I please have it, Sir?”

“Look at me.” you command. 

I obey.

Please @iknewagirlnamed-sheleftamark continue your good works,

Do not think for a moment that for each person you let into your heart, you are not changed forever. There are however those,who touch us so deeply, and so profoundly, that even in their leaving, have left us better. So deep are the changes, even out own reflections are unrecognizable to our own selves.It is ok to stare, and ponder what has happened to make you so beautiful. And how wonderful that one person had that power to open your eyes, to your own self. Oh how special it would be to thank them. 

You think you cannot if they are gone, but you really can, in living your best life now. You are here, you may be alone, but even that will not be forever, Remember you really are worth someone who has the power to make you as amazing as you now are, You are truly good and deserving, Don’t ever settle again, you are worth the best.

Believe it.

Trish Nielson

I am humbled, and kneel before you kissing first the back of each hand, and then the palm of each hand, folding my kiss inside your hand to hold the kiss placed there by my hungry mouth. Then I  kiss each foot, each and every toe, with little kiss licks as well. I look up, curious as to how you will choose for me to please you,You say nothing, but your eyes invite me to remove my clothing, which I do, slowly and deliberately my body inviting your eyes to view the excitement you create in your dutiful submissive. My body is addicted to you in the best possible way, I pray only you know how much,

I then sit kneeling, my legs tucked under my body, so that the exposed wet  folds of my sex are opened for your viewing as I stretch my body forward, my large breasts crushed on the cool tile floor, my arms reaching out straight in front of me. This scent of my excitement fills the air between us,

“Good girl, You can stop if you are uncomfortable.”He said in a soft, confident voice “I do not want you afraid of me, I want you to enjoy showing me what will soon be mine.I will enjoy should you choose to remove all for me, or show just a little.” He continued,” I have every confidence you will agree to submit to me. You have so much to give me, You are more than your tantalizing beauty, or the light of brilliance in your eyes. It is your sense of adventure ,willingness to try new things, and need to give. Which most intrigue me.You already know you are mine, I do love the you think you need to consider it. It shows your strength of spirit.”

He crossed the space which separated us, He was next to my ear his warm breath gave me excited chills. In an even softer voice which almost sounded like a growl he said. “Kneel and submit girl, become mine, we both know you want to.”

Without so much as a touch it felt like he was touching my skin all over my entire body.tingled my skin pebbling like when the lightning outside can raise the hairs on your body you do not know you have.His words were intoxicating in their truth. But it was him, the power he seemed to have over me with a simple look, the caring hunger in his eyes and the continence with which he carried himself.It would appear our song of pursuit was concluding, while the symphony in my heart seemed to be playing a new tune. Vivaldi’s Four Seasons had my curtsy turn into a natural kneel , my head automatically bowed as if this dance had been scripted.I remained still until the tender caring touch of his fingers on my face, his index finger lifting my chin while his thumb caressed my cheek gently.

He looked so intently into my eyes, it felt he were deep inside me. My heart beating so rapidly I felt unable to breathe. While stealing my breath, still holding my chin, his bright eyes smiled while his face remained the same. Small lines formed at the outside of his eyes, and the smile slowly moved down his face, it was like watching water, when the small stone hits the smooth surface, and the ripples smoothly expand. His happy welcoming smile said,welcome. While his words with a weighted seriousness said, I accept your submission.”

He removed his hand from my face there had been a fluid current flowing between us with his touch, and when he pulled away to give me his hand to help me stand, it was like the plug had been pulled. In an instant he had become the electricity and had become inanimate  without him as my source of power.His hand touching mine assisting me in coming to my feet seemed to make me whole. It felt as is there was a magic link when we touched which made me incomplete without him. While my mind found it curious, my heart did not care, because he made me feel is if I were coming to life for the very first time. There was a desperate need in the core of my existence for his seed to physically mark what I had given to him. I prayed it would be soon that his manhood would claim my womanhood, and imprint my soul with his stamp of ownership. 

I stood removing my dress pulling down, since it rode low on my shoulders, I wiggled slightly as it traveled down past my hips and hit the floor. His hand reached out I took it as I stepped out of the circle of material. I stood before him in a simple unadorned corset of red which matched the dress.

He tole me to present myself, he demonstrated with his own hands and arms how I should stand. Lacing my fingers behind my head, with my elbows bent pointing to opposite sides of the room I did as he requested. It felt so right as he walked around me studying my body, his body now. When he ceased circling me, He reached forward, pulling the zipper down, Soon I stood wearing only the heels. He circled me again, reaching his hand between my legs from behind. His hand appeared from behind me in front of my mouth, I took his presented finger between my lips, and sucked, tasting my sweetness..

He removed his own clothing with a measured rhythm, which had in truth been what I had originally felt with him. It was his timing, his world I lived in now. When he opened his slacks, I was surprised to see his largeness nearly jump out of confinement.

He moved forward kissing me deeply I swam in the depth of him. His current taking me further into his heart, and soul. Feeling that I had given myself to him, and he was giving himself to me as well. Tears began to fall, as I was certain I had never ever been so happy in life. In our nakedness, we were about to become one.

He continued his kiss as he carried me into his room. His mark, his seed, his stamp on me would soon be complete, In truth, his mark had been on my heart nearly from the first instant I had met him months earlier. Now man had ever had power over me with simple words. This man was one in a million,

This man was not my Master.I am now complete, whole. His,

Trish Nielson

“It simply had to be her,” He thought to himself as he pushed more of her limits. He suspected she may be the one , when he gripped her her heck hard in a deep kiss, and her kiss became even more intense. And then he was nearly certain she was the one when he said she was a naughty girl, and then spanked her till her bum reddened a bit and she was disappointed when he was done. His sense that she was right, was greater when he had told her to wear no panties when the went out to dinner, and she smiled, and the smile was even larger when he told her to open her legs so that somebody may get a peek under the table if they glanced her way.But now, now, he knew beyond any doubt, as she reacted with excitement while having her wrists tied from behind,

As he finished the knot which bound her wrists behind her back, he leaned forward, Gripping her neck from behind her, and one of her breasts squeezing he stated with absolute certainty. “MINE.” with a low growl in her ear.