As You Please, Sir

A fantasy ... that has not yet come true. I wrote it while in orgasmic angst.

sSs

"Don't plan on going upstairs tonight, after she's in bed," you whisper in my ear. "You're mine."

My heart beats faster. "Yes, sir," I whisper back, aware of little ears....




"How may I serve you this evening, sir?" I ask, watching you nervously.

You look down at me, smiling a little. "I'm not quite ready - I need to finish this. Close the door, stand in the corner," you say, touching my cheek and shoulder. "Legs apart, hands behind your head."

I know the position and, my heart thumping, I take it. I listen to you typing away, shift uncomfortably, sneak a peek, but you just frown at me.

Still, it isn't long before you push the chair back from the desk. "All right then," you smile, "Go ahead and go in the bathroom. Be sure to brush your teeth, take out your contacts while you're there."

I look at you, but you're not telling me anything. My sex throbs a little and my bottom twitches as I obey.

When I come out there's an entire array of items on the bed, all nerve-wracking: leather paddle, nipple clamps, cuffs, vibrator. You're waiting on the side of the bed - I just look at you.

You pat your knee and I sit down on it. "Mine," you say in my ear, your hand curving gently around my breast, your palm rubbing my nipple.

I arch into you, then squirm when your fingers find the nub and squeeze. "Nipple clamps and spanking first," you say, removing my glasses.

I whimper and squirm but you fondle me anyway, knowing that the anxious noises aren't objections. The simple tweezer clamps go on easily and then I am over your knee, my elbows trying to raise me so that those nipples don't drag across the duvet.

Your hand first, on my bare bottom. I'm nearly always bare - the times you have to take my panties off for a spanking are few and far between these days. I'm not one of those girls who lie still - it doesn't take long before I'm squirming across your thigh, but you wrap your arm around my waist and continue.

And then you paddle me until my bottom is lifting up and into the paddle and my whimpering is from eagerness instead of pain.

Only then do you stand me up, kiss my nipples gently and slide the clamps off. "Now then," you murmur, watching me sway a bit. "It's only 9:30. I'm not ready for bed and neither are you." I shake my head. "On the bed then," you say, patting my bottom. "Face up in the middle of the bed."

I look at you but see nothing unusual as you undress, and then you are sitting beside me and sliding the blueberry inside me. I moan a little, tilting my hips so that it slides in more deeply. And once it is well inside, you turn it on. Just barely, so the reverberations gently radiate through my vaginal walls, labia, clitoris and pubis. I gasp for a deep breath and wiggle my hips more, but you simply check the position and then cuff my ankles together and to the footboard. It's not coming out and I'm apparently not going anywhere.

But then, you are kneeling around my head and your cock is there at my mouth as your hands tangle in my hair. I shudder and give it my attention. Somewhat to my surprise, you don't pull away, don't back off, and then you are coming in my mouth and on my lips.

As you slide off me, your hands brush my breasts. "You can touch yourself if you want, love," you tease, heading for the bathroom. "But you don't have permission."

Your taste is on my mouth, and my fingers drift to my clit, fingering it gently, hoping to assauge the vibrating ache without an actual climax.

But no. You come back to the bed and suddenly there are cuffs on my wrists and you are fondling my breasts.

And then, before I'm quite ready, you flip me over and attach the cuffs together behind my back. My face is between the pillows, your hands are stroking my bottom a little.

"Are you comfortable?" you ask.

I consider this. Yes, I'm comfortable. But I'm not satifsfied.. I ask you to move the pillows away from my face a little and admit that I am, indeed, comfortable.

"Good," you say and I hear the grin in your voice. Oh no, I think but you say it anyway. "A half hour till bedtime, at least. Maybe longer. And no, you may not cum tonight. You can, however, lie here and think and fantasize, about coming hard with my hands on your breasts, about having your ass fucked. Those sorts of things."

I swallow. Hard.

"If you need something I'll be across the hall and will hear you if you call out. And I'll come check on you. We wouldn't want those batteries to run down, would we?"

The vibrator is the least of my concerns, I say inwardly. My own imagination is much more dangerous. "As you please, sir," I say instead.

"Good girl," you say, patting my ass. "If you continue to be a good girl, you might get an orgasm at bedtime. Might, I said. Might have one orgasm."

You flip off the lights before you leave me there.

Groan.