I Always Do As I Am Told

[This would be the first time I have ever tried writing anything of this nature. I hope you enjoy it... I certainly enjoyed writing it!]

I Always Do As I Am Told

Despite the fact that it is only July, the room is still surprisingly chilly. There is the faintest of breezes coming from somewhere; cool and uncanny in its ability to find my exposed flesh. I feel the very physical puckering of the flesh around my bared nipples. It is most certainly not unpleasant, so I say nothing. But then, I wouldn't say anything anyway. You have told me not to. And after all, I always do as I am told.

I am standing before you, my eyes lowered in proper respect for your position as my master. I occasionally risk a brief glance upward, if in part because of the delicious thrill of warmth that fills my belly to know that I am being disobedient. My clothes lie in a discarded pile to one side; you enjoy the moment of telling me to strip for you and I enjoy the hunger and power I see in your face when you order it. I performed the task without hesitation, as I always do when I am in your thrall.

You lean in and I feel your breath, warm on my neck as you whisper in my ear. 'That's good,' you say. 'Very good.' Your hand brushes over my hardening nipple and I draw in the lightest of breaths. You snatch your fingers away instantly and give me your most severe look. 'No,' you say and I nod my understanding. Tonight, you are going to tease me to the point of exploding. But I will not complain. I never complain. After all, I always do as I am told.

Walking around me now, I feel your scrutinising eyes upon my nakedness. I will never win awards for long legs, or being in possession of the kind of body that girls would kill for, but I have been told many times that I am shapely; that my breasts are wonderful, that I have a superb ass... you never say it, though. Sometimes, you are shy in your dominance and although it can be frustrating at times for someone who desperately wants to be dominated, that's fine. Because whatever you are, you are the man I love.

Completing your initial inspection, you nod, satisfied.

'Lie down on the bed,' you say in a tone that invites no argument. 'Lie on the bed and look up at the ceiling. Do not watch me.' I obey instantly, lying on top of the covers. I am acutely aware of my own nakedness and for a moment, know self-consciousness. What are you doing over there in the corner of the room? What toys are you taking out of the bottom drawer where we keep our most intimate things?

I will find out soon enough, I tell myself in what is your voice. Patience is a virtue.

You move into the periphery of my vision and it is very hard not to turn my head to see what you have brought with you. You slide the blindfold over my eyes, removing the problem immediately. Your fingers delicately brush over first one, then the other nipple again and you trace a line down to my crotch. Your hand lingers for a moment or two over my pubic mound, then you take it away again.

'Are you willing to truly subject yourself to me tonight?' You ask and your voice is different. Tonight, you are not shy. Tonight, you are assertive and sure of yourself – and of what you want. 'You may answer.'

'Yes,' I reply, startling myself with how tremulous my voice seems. Perhaps it is the cold that is making me shiver, but perhaps not. Most likely not, I acknowledge wryly.

'Yes what?' Sharp. Correcting. Sexy.

'Yes, master,' I reply with a slight smile. I have rarely used the word knowing that it is sometimes hard to role play without dissolving into giggles.

'Did I make a joke?' I feel the trail of the ends of the soft whip across my belly and swallow back the laughter. The smile slides from my face as though it was never there.

'No, master.'

'Good.' You make the gentlest of moves with the soft-tipped whip and it tickles across me. I squirm slightly at the pleasurable feeling. 'Because tonight, you will learn what it is to be properly submissive. Would you like that? Tell me what it is that you have always wanted from me. Tell me what it is that you have never said aloud, but which I have seen in your eyes every time we play.'

I hesitate. It's hard to give word to my deepest, dirtiest thoughts. But you are in control and I must answer your question. As if to reiterate that point, you speak again. Your voice is raised.

'Answer me.'

'I... want to be your bitch,' I reply. 'Your plaything. I want you to take time telling me what it is that you are going to do to me, then take even longer to do it. And I want you to tell me. Every step of the way. I love to be tied up and helpless, you know that. But... you never speak to me. You never...' I tail off, feeling ashamed that I might be belittling his masculinity with my words.

'I see,' you reply and your voice is thoughtful. I feel a flush on my cheeks.

'I'm sorry,' I start to say. 'I'm not trying to say...'

'Be quiet.'

This is a new side to you.

I like it.

'Yes, master.'

You move away from the bed and I wonder what you are thinking. Are you angry, because I've suggested I don't enjoy our sex games? Because that's not true. I want to say something, to reassure you, but if I do that, I will break the mood you have created. I hear a familiar sound; the sound of a zip being undone. Whatever you are thinking, you are thinking it whilst you're undressing. I take this as a good sign and resume my silence.

'We play quite rough at times,' you say eventually. 'Do you like that?'

'Yes, master.' It would be a lie to suggest otherwise. Right or wrong though it may be, I have always been excited by being rendered helpless whilst you fuck me; whilst you pound into me again and again, not caring whether I am being satisfied or not. Because I will be satisfied in the knowledge that you are using me for your own gratuitous ends. I like it when you fuck me from the front, from behind... when you finger-fuck me until my pussy is running like a river with desire. I like it when you ram the dildo into me then make me suck it dry. I... like it all. Unreservedly.

Because I trust you. I know that you will never knowingly hurt me – unless I ask you to – and that trust means that I am prepared to succumb to your every whim. And finally... finally... it seems that you have realised that too.

My heart is beating quickly. I have turned myself on with such talk and I know, although I can't see you, that your desire is rising and hardening at the thought of it as well. I know that at some point, your rock-hard cock is going to slide into my eager body and you will pump yourself dry. But I also know that whatever is going to happen next, whatever happens before the actual act of sex itself is going to drive both of us wild with desire.

'Very well,' you say, breaking the long silence. You move to the bed and you pinch one of my nipples. Not hard, but enough to illicit another catch of breath. 'If you are so prepared to be my slut, then who am I to turn that down?'

You begin to tell me exactly what it is that you plan to do to me. You tell me of how you will bind me, gag me... leave me to stew in my own juices until you decide what perverted act you want to perform next... how you plan to fuck me until I beg for mercy... only I won't be able to beg for mercy because my mouth will either be gagged, or stuffed with a dildo. The best I can hope for, you tell me, is a mumble. It is outrageously horny and I can feel myself moistening at the thought of it all. But your voice is slightly uncertain, despite the bravado.

You hesitate.

'Will that be all right?'

I smile inside, although I do not let it show on my face.

'Of course, master,' I say.

After all, I always do as I am told.

[END]

I really enjoyed this. I really liked how it was written very tenderly, despite the domination theme. Good job!

 Really good will there be more?

crag630 wrote:

 Really good will there be more?

yes will be there be anymore?, i enjoyed it

Thanks, guys - it was kind of nerve-wracking to post this as it's new to me to write this kind of stuff... hence the second story I've just put up! ;)

Appreciate the feedback.

YM