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Again: In the Candlelight....
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well, due to some technical difficulty my story didn't post.
let's try this again. it's a fantasy/dream sequence thing i wrote
awhile ago. comments/criticism welcome.
But be gentle with me, it's my first 'post'.
If woman-love, collared men, or group sex squicks you, hit 'n' NOW!
anti-copywrite: i don't care what you do with this, but make it good!
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In the Candlelight
I swept into the cavernous, but warm room, wearing my most gothic of
flowing black dresses. Black and red candles flickered on most of the flat
surfaces in the room. The candles in the tall silver candelabra by the
door were dying down like our laughter had, after the evening we had shared
together. I had left you to yourself for awhile, but not long after
midnite, I returned to find you curled up in nest of velvet, naked in the
middle of the vast bed. Disappointed you did not appreciate my entrance
I took off my dress and prepared to get your attention. I paused to
light a fresh candle in the mirror sconce above the bed, and caught my
breath at the smoothness and peacefulness of your face. In only my black
slip, I slid into bed and pressed my breasts up to your soft arms and
whispered into your ear.
"Wake up, my dear, this is no longer a dream." You moaned and
rolled over onto your back. As you slowly woke up, I gently but
methodically tied you neatly to the bed. Smiling softly, you murmured
questions which I only answered by tying your legs into a perfect
spreadeagled position. Feeling more remorse than a proper dominatrix
should, I gently explained that it was all for your own good, that you
were painfully beautiful to me, and I only wanted your pleasure. I
kissed you softly, then harder, eagerly, but stopped myself, and ran my
lips across your neck to begin more serious work on your dark aureoles.
Eventually, I slid my tongue down your chest and stomach to nestle my
lips around your clitoris. I licked, and nibbled, sucked, and bit, until
I hoped you were sufficiently excited. Your pleading moans as I stood up
convinced me. Then I left the room promising to bring you back a present.
A few moments later I returned with the two men I had chosen for
you. In my absence I had quickly manoevered their erections. They had
already been under strict orders to strip and massage each other with
your favourite scented oil. (Actually, our home is a fairly free one, so
I had allowed them to play with each other while I began on you, so long
as they saved the best for you. But that's another story.)
I clipped on their collars and led them into the room for your
approval. For good measure, I lit another candle behind them and
instructed them to turn around for your inspection. Their short leather
leashes and shiny fresh erections seemed to satisfy you, so I blew out
the new candle and bade them kneel down at your side. I chose Ryan to
give to you because of his beautifully shaped hands, his co-ordination,
and his perfect mouth. Ryan was tall, with black hair, flashing dark
eyes, a firm body and great legs. I knew how you liked your men's eyes,
and so his make-up was done for the occasion. Ryan was not innocent, he
looked you directly in the eye and with an intense level gaze; he read you
without revealing himself. You enjoyed a challenge and making Ryan
submit to you while you were tied up seemed like a worthy one.
I chose Trent to give to you because we are both turned on by him
at a glance. I imagined his hair streaming down and his hard naked body
straining against all his leather bonds, and I knew you would be pleased
with me. Trent was often wild and disobedient. His face was a bit rough,
and his hands were more forceful than delicate. It would be a good night.
I repositioned Trent between your legs after I had found my
dildo, and removed my black lace slip. My large breasts tumbled out and
Ryan reached out to touch one. I had grabbed the whip off the headboard
and flayed his back before he had a chance to step back.
"*I* tell you how and when you can use your hands! Put them
behind your back, now!" I commanded. He obeyed, and even looked down to
the floor guiltily. There was no point tying Ryan's hands, it was more
fun for us both to make him obey with psychological weapons.
I pushed Ryan's face down to your left breast, and he began
tonguing it properly. I handed both their leashes over to you, and
humbly but swiftly ran my dildo into your sweet bottom.
You arched your back beautifully, pressing your breast to Ryan's
mouth. He bit down as Trent drove purposefully into you. You screamed
with pleasure and pain. I ordered them to withdraw. They both looked to
me, and with a nod, they dove against you again. Handing Ryan my own
vibrator, I allowed you to calm a little, while he gently stroked your
clit. Trent's cock was eager at the entrance, but trying to hold for my
signal while he roughly worked on your body from your hips up to your
breasts. I stepped back to watch until you pulled at their leashes for
more intense stimulation. I laughed, nodded to Trent but drew Ryan off you.
We stood on the bed, directly over your head, my back resting on the
headboard and we fucked while you watched from below, rocking against
Trent, demanding, not begging for more attention. I conceded, and sent
Ryan back to your breast, sliding down and cradling your head on my lap,
between my legs.
Again and again I let the heat rise in your face, only to order
them out short of your release.
It would have made a wondrous aerial picture. Ryan on your left,
carefully trying to forget his hard-on, and concentrating his attention
on placing the vibrator at the best angle upon your clit, WHILE keeping
his mouth clamped on your nipple. Me, reaching down to caress your ass,
manipulate the dildo there, working your left nipple from time to time.
Trent, in a crucifix position, kneeling between your legs, his attitude
of prayer only broken by his rhythmic penetration.
You, with such a heavenly look on your face, and I can't help but
lean down to kiss you. This final concerted effort brings to a crest the
waves of your entire body and you shudder, moan, and utter a long, low
scream of such sweet, intense fulfillment.
I order the men out and gather you up in my arms, untying you,
kissing you, massaging you.
"You may go back to sleep now, my dear," I whisper and then blow
out the candles.
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