alwaysbegging:her-master:She paused a moment and thought of...

alwaysbegging:

her-master:

She paused a moment and thought of...:

alwaysbegging:

her-master:

She paused a moment and thought of how it had begun, only a few minutes before. “I want you to do something for me tonight. I want your obedience for a task. Will you obey me for this one thing?” The words had burned on her screen.

She had paused, a lump in her throat. For so long, he had been kind and gentle, not at all controlling with her—more than once, she had even wondered if he was actually dominant. This message before her was out of character, and she was not quite sure how to respond. She thought but a minute and replied, honestly, “maybe?”

“Maybe is not good. I need a yes. When you are ready, not before. The task is not painful, embarrassing, or even overly sexual. It is also completely private… I am not asking you for pictures or anything like that. We will do it another time, maybe.” She read the words over and over, her breath catching in her chest… a spark of fear… and then she realized that, even then, her pussy had been dripping wet at his words.

“Ok, yes”, she had written. Then, after a moment… she dared… and added one word… that one word: “Daddy.”

“Good girl, and yes of course you may call me Daddy. Are you sure to be undisturbed tonight?…”

And, now, here she was, as he had demanded. Completely naked in her room… naked as she would be when she eventually knelt at his feet… naked for a man. She was shaking, though she could not be sure if it was from the cold or her excitement. She thought again of how he had responded when she had complained that she would be cold—that this task was not about her comfort—and she shook harder, barely able to control herself… this time from desire. How did he know?
And so, she assumed the position he had requested: kneeling, her knees spread apart to open her pussy open and expose that most secret part of her body… her arms clasped behind her back… her back straight so her perfect, firm breasts were presented to him… and her head bowed to the floor. She knelt there, thinking of the things he had said—imagining how it would feel to be his… to be owned… to be his most precious possession in the world. How she would please him with her body, but, as he said, this was not about sex… it was not about her body. It was about much more important things. She was beginning to understand those things—devotion, submission, service—though she had not yet touched them in her life and her experience.
He had instructed her to stay there a while, meditating on these things, but she became aware of a problem. Though she couldn’t believe it, her pussy was literally dripping down her inner thigh, threatening to soak the pillow she knelt on… she was perhaps more excited then she had ever been. She could wait no longer, and using this excuse, she moved to the second part of her task… she got in bed… buried her hands between her legs, oblivious to the wetness now running down her ass, soaking her bedsheets… touched herself, drawing pleasure from the molten center of her body… fingers on wet flesh, finding that spot… that magical spot… and rubbing, pressing, pushing… her gasps threatening to become cries and desperate moans… as she pulled herself closer and closer. Then, in heaving pulses… she came… and came… and came… and, for a moment, she was a perfect, timeless being of pure, ecstatic clarity…. for a moment she was lost…
A breath… and then another… and she gained control of her limbs, her breathing, and her mind… though not all of it… not all of it. Some little piece was now his… some little piece of her belonged to him… maybe, there was some little piece she would never get control of again… and, she realized… that was what she wanted.
One more thing left to do before she could sleep. She reached over, her arm still shaking, picked up her phone, and sent, “Thank you, Sir” before the night closed around her, and wrapped her in dreams.

VERY sexy story!!