A Wonderful Valentine’s Day

Today is Valentine’s Day. Sometimes my work takes me out to visit familiar locations. This morning, it has brought me to the town where D lives. She has surrendered to me often over the years. I text her, mentioning that I am in town and ask her if she is interested to see me. She confirms, adding that she hoped to see me soon. I smile as I get out of my car and ring her doorbell. I guess she was not expecting me so soon because an annoyed voice explains that she does not need anything. I ring her doorbell again.

“Open up.”

I hear running now and smile. She opens the door and stumbles a “Sir?”

“Good morning. I see that you were not expecting me so soon.”

“No, Sir, I apologize, I am not,” she thinks for the right word “ready.”

“Can I come in?”

“Yes, Sir, of course.”

I come into her house; I recognize a few of the implements of past plays. After I walk in, I point at the center of the room for her to go to and close the door behind her.

“Attention.”

Position training is among the first things I teach to a submissive, so she complies promptly, spreading her legs three feet apart, intertwining her fingers behind her neck, lowering her gaze and pushing her torso forward. I smile, I have trained her well, and compliment her with a “good girl.”

I walk to the windows and lower the blinds, all the while talking to her, using humiliation as a trigger to her sub-space.

“I see that I did not leave you time to get ‘fuckable’. No stockings to shape your legs or high heels to emphasize your ass.”

“No, Sir.”

She knows that she is not in control, so she keeps her answers to the point, but the reddening of her face emphasizes how deeply my words impact her.

“Let’s see what I have to play with.”

She was relaxing at home, so she is wearing a buttoned-down blue dress and I notice, adorable butterfly patterned socks.

“Nice socks.”

Her face reddens further, but she has been complimented, so she knows that I expect an answer.

“Thank you, Sir.”

I start unbuttoning her dress, commenting on the practicality of her simple dress. She blushes again. I let the dress hang on her shoulders, her folded arms preventing it from going further. She is wearing boxer panties and has a bra on. I smile, as I chide her.

“Obviously, you were not ready, you have a bra on? What are those?”

I pull on the elastic of the panties and let them smack against her belly. Her face is red. I use that humiliation and her desire to please me to control her. The fact that my voice is teasing is what makes my words a form of control. Before she can answer, I add “Don’t you ‘need’ to show me your body? Don’t you ‘need’ to be a fuck toy?” The length of her silence is part zeytinburnu escort of my answer, and her breathing is fast;.

She answers with the perfect words, “I am yours, Sir.”

Her surrender was expected but I cherish bringing her to sub-space and having her say the words is important.

“Please use this fuck toy as you please, Sir.”

I lower her panties and see a large moist wet spot on them.

“Something is as expected, you are dripping wet.” I listen to her breathing before adding “Dirty little slut.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

I run two fingers on the mucous content of her panties, rubbing my finger together, bringing them to my nose, smelling her need, then move my fingers to her neck and spread her wetness there. Humiliation at my demonstrating that her body betrays her always brings her deeper into sub-space. I push two fingers deep in her. She moans hard, her eyes closed. I place my thumb on her clit and circle it slowly. I squeeze the fingers that are in her, pushing against the spot facing her clit. Her moans are hard and needy now. She is where I want her.

“I enjoy watching the expressions on a submissive’s face when she surrenders control.”

I see her fingers pressed hard behind her neck. I move my other hand and grab her ass, moving my her body closer to her. I smell her juices on her neck.

“A dirty little bitch in heat.”

I lick it once, and she gasps, the noise primal and needy

“You taste good.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

I kneel now so I can get a better view of her wetness, and kiss her pubis. She moans. I use my other hand on her ass to spread it, giving me access and I start forcing a finger in her little hole, slowly. My other hand meanwhile is busy squeezing both sides of the knob.

“I always marvel at the need for a submissive to be touched, not in a hard way, simply made aware of how much her body responds to a dominant taking control, simply taking, using,” pausing before adding “owning.”

She shivers in answer, and I kiss her navel, adding “Good girl.” I keep fingering her for a couple of minutes, I look up and see her gripping her hair with her hands. She is getting close to the point of hard pleasure, working at controlling her orgasm. I force her to shift her center of balance with my fingers in her body, slowly undulating her hips. She moans deeply and often now. Her eyes are closed. I look back and see the sofa, and tell her “Soon, I will fuck you.” She purrs her pleasure, she is so ready. I slow my fingers down and remove them.

“Stay.”

I walk to the bathroom and wash my hands with the door open so she can see me and emphasize my presence. When I come back to her, I order her beylikdüzü escort to kneel. She does so, keeping her hands behind her neck, her dress touching the ground. I open my pants and reveal my hard cock.

“Take the tip of my cock in your mouth.”

As she offers her lips I add “Run your tongue around it.”

Once she uses her expert tongue, I direct her “Move through its length and take it in your mouth.” Then “Now, hollow your mouth to suck it properly.”

I let her use her oral skills to pleasure me before adding “Take me deeper.”

She pushes past her throat, and I have her “Hold.” She stays there for a few seconds, her nostrils large as she tries to inhale as much air as she can.

“Let it go.”

She gasps as she does. She has spit on the side of her mouth.

“Stand.”

It is a little awkward for her to stand from her kneeling position with her hands behind her back, but she manages.

I walk to the sofa and sit down, placing my hand on my cock, slowly stroking it. She looks at me with eyes full of lust.

“Rub your panties with your juices then strip for me.”

I stroke my cock as she brings her boxers up, rubs her pussy hard, then lowers and removes her soaked panties.

“Put the panties in your mouth.”

She pushes the fabric in her mouth, then starts undressing. She lets her dress drop to the ground, slowly removes her bra. As she goes for her socks, I stop her “Keep the socks.” She blushes but obeys.

“Kneel and come to me on all fours.”

She gets on her hands and knees and comes toward me. Her ass sways with each movement.

“Lower my pants, and release my cock. You are allowed to use your hands.”

She uses her hands on my belt, and pants button, look at me, to confirm she can proceed, and when I nod, lowers my pants and my briefs to the ground. My hard cock is erect next to her face. The desire in her eyes is obvious. She places her hands back behind her neck after she is done following my commands.

“Stand.” After she is up, “Spread your legs.” Followed by “Lower your body and impale your cunt on my cock.”

She blushes deeply as she straddles me, lowering herself.

“All the way down, so I can feel your wet cunt.”

I am over two inches wide so she glides slowly, moaning as I fill her pussy, stretching her. When she is fully impaled, I have her hold the position.

“Lean closer.”

She brings her face closer to mine and I kiss her neck. She melts and her walls contract hard on my cock. I whisper in her ear “Now ride my cock hard until I cum.” She raises her body and brings herself back down. The sounds her throat makes are deep and needy. She gives herself to me, beylikdüzü escort working at giving me pleasure, trying hard to make me cum. She is quite talented at it. After a few minutes, I moan too. By then, she is squeezing the panties in her mouth hard, tasting herself. The sounds coming out of her now are desperate. She is kegeling to make me cum faster, while at the same time not cum herself. I am getting very close, and I adore to see a submissive surrender to her pleasure, so I release her with “cum.”

She rides me only for a couple more times before she explodes in a violent wave, her walls crushing my cock, her juices leaking and covering my pubis. She places her head against my shoulder and surrenders to her pleasure. After a few seconds, I move my hips up and down to use her contracted walls to finish masturbating myself in her. I cum quickly and fill her. She moans in pleasure knowing she has completed her task.

I take a few seconds to recover, caress her back. She is still in position with her hands behind her neck. I pull the panties gently out of her mouth, smell them and drop them on the ground.

“Hands around my neck.”

It takes her a few seconds to release her fingers as she squeezed them hard in her surrender and her orgasm. When she complies, I pet her hair and kiss her mouth. She melts. “Good girl.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

I hold her for a few minutes, content with her sex holding my cock. After she is recovered, I reassess control.

“Let go of my cock, slowly, so my seed falls from your cunt, then get in between my legs and clean me with your mouth.”

She blushes again and raises herself slowly. My cock has shrunk some, but I am still partially erect, and she moans as she lifts her body. She had soaked me, but I can feel my own cum join her mess. She lowers herself slowly, places her arms on top of my upper legs and starts lapping at my cock, my pubis and the top of my legs. It takes her a couple of minutes to lick and swallow everything.

After she is done, I tell her to place to her head on my lap, then caress her hair slowly and gently.

“Good girl.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Also, Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Thank you, Sir. So far, it has been wonderful.”

A minute later, I question her. “So,” I pause to get her full attention then add “Butterfly socks?”

She laughs, kisses the tip of cock and answers with a voice full of pleasure. “Yes, Sir.”

** Epilogue:

After some time, we have both taken a shower together. I washed her body and had her clean mine following my instructions. We are sitting down for lunch.

“What are your plans tonight?”

“Well, Sir, my husband and I are going out for Valentine’s Day dinner.” She considers, then adds “Would you like to come with us? He has often said that he hoped to meet you.”

I smile. I have seen him before, but we have not been introduced. “Of course, I would be delighted. Let’s go to your bedroom, so I can decide what you will be wearing for me. Where do you keep your remotely controlled vibrator those days?”