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gentlesurrender -> Mind Games (7/5/2005 9:33:01 AM)
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It was a cool evening, the skies still blue, the sun slowly beginning its descent. Gemma had a wonderful day with Michael, but she was really hoping it wasn’t about to end. After all, though he had controlled her movements all day, he had not touched her; she was aching for his touch. She lay back on her seat remembering their last session over his knee. The feel of his warm hand slapping her bottom till it was hot and tingling. She remembered the small innuendos she and Michael had shared during the day, especially when he had leant close to her ear and whispered in that deep throaty way. She wriggled in her seat.
'Sit up and open your eyes Gemma.' his authoritative tone making her jump. Sitting up, she looking questioningly at him. 'No,' he said, knowing exactly where her mind was going. 'You don’t have permission to cum, so don’t wind yourself up, or you will leave yourself suspended, all hot and bothered and no way of satisfying that desire.' He had chosen his words deliberately. Knowing how Gemma's mind would leap at the suggestion of being suspended.
Gemma bit her lip tight, Michael always knew just how to get to her, her mind seeing herself suspended spread-eagled in a semi darkened room, blindfolded, being flogged. She could almost feel the sting on her bum, her breasts, her pussy aching as in her mind she felt the flogger land with precision right on her clit. She shook her head. It was obvious today was about control and there would be no play. She struggled with herself, with her desire, with the need growing within her. Gemma looked over to Michael; he smiled back 'No point giving me those 'doeful' eyes my love.' She turned away, the more she tried to turn her mind off, the worse the images in her head grew. She involuntarily gasped as she imagined nipple clamps being attached, the bittersweet pain she loved to hate.
Gemma jumped again as Michael's stern voice hit her ears, 'Roll up your skirt and open your legs wide.' She obeyed immediately and felt the draft hit her pussy; she had already had to remove her knickers earlier in the day. He hadn’t touched her, but she could feel her own wetness. Michael leaned over the turned the air conditioning on and focused all the vents downwards towards Gemma. She moaned softly. Why was he doing this to her, if he wasn’t going to touch her, or let her cum. Her body tingled with the cold air and her pussy began to ache. Her nipples were erect, Gemma could feel them all too well pushing against her top. Michael didn’t need to touch her to make her aroused, but inside her whole body was beginning to ache and cry out for his touch, she wanted relief, she needed to cum. She could feel her wetness dripping down. Why was he doing this too her.
He would always inspect her periodically through the day, letting his fingers slide into her pussy, just the thought made her body shudder. Normally he would have the odd tweak of her nipples, making her gasp, and the bitter sweetness of pain. She laid back her nipples twitching with longing. She longed even for him to touch her hair, holding it his hands, gripping it tight, surrendering himself to her. Gemma didn’t understand, why her body was responding to her thoughts, heightened with his lack of touch. At this rate she would be begging him to cum, she bit her lip, and she didn’t do begging. It was only the week before that they had been discussing the issue and Michael had agreed with her, she certainly had never begged him for anything.
'Recline the chair so you are laying down Gemma, and take off your top'
She quickly glanced over at Michael, her mouth opened to protest, someone might see, she looked into his eyes, she knew she had to obey, they were hard and unsmiling. Her body shaking with desire, all she wanted to do was obey him, please him. Slowly she wound the reclined her seat, once done, she looked up for reassurance 'Now' was all he said. Gemma obeyed and removed her top, placing her hands over her breasts she laid back. 'No Gemma put your hands behind your head.' Her mind was swimming. She felt so vulnerable, so exposed and so horny. She wanted Michael to stop the car and use her, there and then. She shook her head, what was happening to her. 'Now you can close your eyes Gemma. Imagine my belt being used on your bum, on your nipples' his tone dropped 'and on your luscious pussy.'
'Masterrrrrrrrrr' Gemma wailed 'Please, don’t. No more.'
'What you don’t want to feel my belt caressing your bum.'
'Nooooo.' she cried out 'No, I mean yess, I do want it Master.'
In the distance she could hear him chuckling. 'Can you feel my flogger, teasing you nipples and your pussy.'
Her body was shaking, as she cried out in pain, aching 'Pleaseeeeee Master, oh god please.'
'What do you want Gemma?'
She hadn’t realised the car was stationary, her senses so caught up in her desire, her need, 'Master...' she begged 'Please... touch me...., please.... make... me... cum.'
'No.'
A sob caught in her throat, as her back arched, 'Master...' she sobbed 'Please..... Pleaseeeeee'
She heard him chuckle 'You begging Gemma, the girl who doesn’t do begging. You want to feel my fingers slide into your pussy, pushing deep inside you.'
Gemma heard a gut wrenching scream as she begged 'Masterrrrr......'
She felt his breath against her cheek, and as he whispered in her ear 'You want to feel my cane, rapidly stroking your bum' He watched as Gemma's body began to shudder 'Beg me slave.'
A heart wrenching sob left Gemma's lips 'I beg... you... Masterrrrrr... please... let... me... cum.'
'Yes my slave.'
Gemma surrendered.
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