Mr Snow... What a beautiful outline you make......
The chime from my phone alerting me to an incoming text woke me before my alarm. "Morning! Can I come around 9 am instead? My cock is aching to see you!" Mr Snow.
It was 7:15 am and I could barely open my eyes to read the text. I had been up from 2:30 am - 5:30 am on the phone with NB knowing I had Mr Snow coming by at 10 am and I would be paying for the lack of sleep! "Oh god." I mumbled half awake, looking at the time and knowing there was no way I would be ready for him by 9:00! I'm a slow mover in the morning. "Just waking up!" I texted back.
We compromised for 9:30. "Prepare yourself, I'm going to fuck you hard and enjoy that beautiful pussy thoroughly." He ended his last text. He had no idea what I had in mind for him this morning! I only now had to shake myself awake, get in the shower and hopefully have the energy to follow through on my plans.
By 9:15 I was miraculously dressed in my black lace top thigh highs and black corset that zips up the front. (The zipper makes it so much easier to get in and out of and the fit is nice and tight, of course.) I prepped the living room for my plans; ropes and oil hidden on the kitchen counter out of sight. 9:30 and his knock came on my door...right on time.
I seem to have this pattern, that when too much time goes by between my visits with NB, my 'dom' traits get very frustrated and need immediate attention! This morning I needed to be in control with Mr. Snow. Good thing for him I leave next week to visit NB for 4 days! I already have plenty of naughty dommie plans rolling around in my head for when I see him.. :)
Mr Snow's eyes widen in pleasure as he gazed upon me. "I like this." His smile stretched from ear to ear and I could see his cock hardening beneath his cut off jeans. He reached toward me to feel my breasts over the fabric and started to reach for the zipper, but I put my hand over his. "This stays on...for now. But these..." my right hand moving over his hard cock outlined through his jeans, "Come off." He smiled more and his clothes found their home once again on my hallway floor.
I let him stand there for a few moments, naked and exposed in my sight. I ran my hands up along his chest, down his back, along his firm ass and ended on his rigid cock. He was silent but his body spoke of his pleasure at being examined. I couldn't resist and bent down and lightly licked along the shaft to the tip of it's head making him shiver and groan. I already could taste the essence of precum starting to leak out of his slit.
I had pushed back my coffee table away from the couch making room for me as I led him to sit on the blanket I had draped along it's fabric. He leaned back against the couch, still silent, somehow knowing to continue to follow my lead. "Good boy," I thought to myself. I went to the kitchen and first reached for the white rope I had set aside for his hands. Also the lavender oil I love so much.
"I'm going to tie your hands together, just continue to follow me." "Yes"... was his only response, smiling. After securing his hands and having him place them above his head, resting on the back of the couch, I reached for the oil. This was all new to him. He had never been treated as an object of sexual affection and celebration of who he was as a man. Most men have not. They are the conquers, hunters, reveling in their conquest. But this morning Mr Snow was my captive one. And he was liking it.
I softly spoke to him of the beauty of his form as I smoothed the warm scent over his body. Running my hands along the inside of his thighs, just lightly brushing along his ball sack and up along his shaft that was standing at full attention. Hands continued to run up his sides, chest until he was lost in the warmth of my touch. I then got up and reached for the red para chord I had used on him once before. His smile widen more and his cock twitched. "Yes, I like that chord." He announced.
He closed his eyes as I wrapped the chord around his ball sack and then the base of his shaft....tightening as I went but making sure it wasn't too tight. I wanted him to come later. But for now...I wanted him to feel the intensity of his erection. With his eyes still closed, he felt the warmth of my mouth wrap around his hardness. His cock stiffened even more to my amazement. The skin on his shaft stretched so tight. Precum doing it's best to escape out of it's hidden place. "Don't you cum." I ordered. "You'll cum when I say so." He nodded his head as I felt his thighs and ass tighten.
I took more oil and slicked it over his tender stretched head, making him moan deep to his core. I then moved up on the couch and straddled him, lowering myself upon his cock. A slow, pleasure/pain "fuuuuccckkk" tumbled from his open mouth. "Shhhh...don't cum." I reminded him. His eyes opened as I unzipped the first few inches of my corset, setting my breasts free. He moved toward them as I eased the left into his hungry mouth. His hands still obediently above his head. "Good boy." I thought to myself again.
I started to move my hips up and down along his shaft whispering "Don't cum." His frustration and desire vibrated over my nipples as he sucked, groaned and moaned through his battle to obey.
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