My name is Michael. And I write for women. Well, truly... I write for submissive women! I write for those who wish to be dominated by a strong, aggressive, "takes what he wants" confident, rugged dominant man. I write for those women who want to be possessed.
And I write my stories in the 1st person tense... that is... I am in the stories and you are the character... living the experiences described.
To be my sub, there are several rules you must adhere to:
1. You must wear blue nail polish as an expression of your submissive nature and your acceptance that to disobey any of these rules could mean your sweet ass might be spanked... red... raw!
2.In my presence you must always wear the shortest of skirts and the highest heels.
3.You are never to touch your pussy, (well actually once I accept you as my sub, it is truly My Pussy... to do with as I please, to tease and to please)... you are never to touch your pussy... never to please yourself at your own hands unless I give that permission. No my Sweetness... abstinence breeds exhilaration once I allow... and only I may please or allow you to please that sweet pussy that you carry for me.
But, as dom's go... I have a compassion side...
Now, in this story, you've broken one or more of those rules... see where it leads. You'll get the "ride" of your life.
Read on if you meet the description above... read on my Sweetness... you'll be ultimately pleased!
Now, read on... and no touching without asking permission!
You know I forbid it, but it has been days since we've been together, and the cravings overcome you.
You arise from bed and saunter to your bathroom. You've lain in bed for the past 2 hours this dark night, awake and fantasizing. Your pussy (My pussy that you merely carry for me, but that I own and possess), is wet and steaming. You've fantasized of it and your naughty little warm mouth filled with cock. You've thought only of your own pleasure for all that time, and the erotic thoughts have excited your frantic mind and body. You know you shouldn't touch but maybe you can justify it just once. You suspect I'm nowhere close, and so, "how would he know?"
You swiftly rip your nightgown off your shivering torso. Next, you peel off the panties you've been wearing all night... utterly soaked from your fantasizing juices! (Another indiscretion that I forbid). You now stand naked in front of your mirror. Striking! Stunning! Your nipples stand at full attention... and you cannot help but stroke and pinch first one and then the other. But you simply cannot wait. Patience is not a virtue of yours now, is it Sweetness? Obedience... not yet proven now, is it Sweetness? Worthy of being possessed, and pleasured? Time will tell.
You rush to your shower, and start the pulsating flow and wait till it warms; hot! Then you step in. It takes only seconds before you begin to soap up your body, your nipples first, then your thighs... you hesitate for a moment your hands mere inches from My pussy, but you can't wait can you Sweetness? No you want to touch isn't that so? You lack will-power.
You close your eyes and see you being fed my long thick cock from behind... feeling a growing pain... not really. It's more like a pleasure in your clit. There's no holding back now!
You drop the soap with a thud, spread your legs and begin to caress your outer pussy lips. You know it's wrong, but you can't wait any longer can you? Then a thin finger slips in, your middle finger for it is the longest. With your other hand, you run a finger over your virgin asshole... one hand in front; one in back... you stroke. You bend your knees and reach and raise up... onto your toes. You rise with the maddeningly good feeling your own fingers give you and the sight in your mind of you impaled and rockin', driving back at me with each trust, our bodies slapping, and you groaning.
Your orgasm wells up inside of you, from depths you've only dreamed of before... you see yourself again, groaning in your imagination; and suddenly you go off! Exploding in an orgasm that ripples over you on wave upon wave of pleasure... you open your eyes, only to realize that the moaning you thought was imaginary, was actually real and loud.
You pause for one moment listening and shut off the spray of water from the shower. Nothing. Only silence. You open the shower door and grab for the towel, only to realize it's not there!
You pull the door fully open to see...
... ME!
Standing, leaning arms crossed against the door, wearing only tight jeans; and rugged boots, but otherwise bare-chested. My abs ripple and my shoulders are square and strong. I hold the disobedience evidence of your panties in one hand and a set of your thigh high stockings in the other. Your cum-fuck-me heels and your submissive collar sit on the floor along with a kerchief you occasionally wear with your best "suits."
"Michael," you start, "it's not what you think."
I say nothing. I only reach and pull you from the shower... wet; soaking wet and still soapy; the cream from your orgasm flowing down your thigh and spreading the soap in a stream, you hang your head and step from the shower...
"What is it I think, Sweetness?" I say.
I point to the heels, and still dripping, you step into them, first your left and then your right foot. I hand you the collar and you pull it down over your head onto your long, sexy neck. You know the symbology... that you are a possession for my pleasure before yours! You know you've violated a sacred rule of submission. And you obey now!
"Turn around and give me your hands," I order. You do so.
"Michael... " you start again... and you feel a stinging slap ring across your sweet ass! Your pink flesh instantly sizzles and you gasp... the sensation carries on for minutes after.
You present your hands behind you, and I tie them tightly with one stocking.
From my pocket, I draw a short (12 inches) leash. I attach it to the clasp on your collar, then pull your head down and attach the other end to the towel rod. Now, you are bent over, your head down at near waist level and your hands tied behind your back! Then, I blindfold you with the kerchief.
Finally, I take the panties... the panties you wore to bed against my rules, and pull them down over your head and place the wettest edge into your mouth! You can't resist, tied as you are. Your juices seep out of the cloth, between your teeth and onto your tongue. Having tasted your juices on my cock before... what is it you think, feel and taste Sweetness?
"Michael" you try to mumble again through the panties, but I slap your sweet ass again. As you ass sizzles, and you moan one, long, low moan, I tug at the panties and tie them in a tied knot behind your head.
"Taste yourself, Sweetness!" I say... "taste yourself and realize that it could have been I you tasted. Let me ponder your punishment"... and then you hear the door open, me walk out and it close!
For hours you lean, bent over at the waist; tasting your juices; seeing only darkness and hearing only silence... naked; wearing only your fuck-slut heels and choker. Tasting your own juices, in the blind darkness that is your blind-folded eyes, and able to touch nothing. Your fingers flex, and then ball up into tight fists. Waiting; waiting; waiting... still waiting... longer, longer.
You lean your forehead against the wall and repeatedly shift your weight... waiting, waiting, waiting and wondering; when will he return! Will he return? Why should he return? How can you make this up to him? What will happen to you when I return! What would happen to you if I never returned? Who would find you? When? What would they think?
Even will all those thoughts on your mind, you savor the taste of your juices on your tongue and you want to taste both yours and mine intermingled on my rigid cock, but wonder if that opportunity will ever arise again now? Such a greedy little fuck slut you are... that thought, more than the questions finally wins the battle of your fears and desires.
Waiting, wondering... tasting; shifting from one heeled foot to the other... you wait. Hoping to be fucked, hoping to suck. Hoping to be tasted. Willing to be spanked! Eager to be drenched with cum! Anxious to be tortured and teased. Praying to be pummeled with long, thick, juicy cock... You wait!
Finally, I return. You immediately try mumbling again through the panties!
"Haven't learned yet, eh Sweetness?" I say as I approach.
I grab your tied wrists, denying you any form of control. Then, I merely sit back and gaze at the moist pink lips of My pussy. You squirm, and mumble still through the saturated panties. Although you cannot see, you assume my eyes are narrow and you picture me tilting my head, as if I am trying to look right into you. You shift your weight, suspecting, no. Knowing I am staring at you... taking me time, enjoying your predicament. You know there is a devious smile on my face that you cannot see. Not one of rainbows and butterflies... but of pure selfishness.