Submissive Jennifer - Sex Stories

Submissive Jennifer

... have been tonight a screamer during a solo session. I was imagining a penis from a stranger ramming me, living again the sweat torture you put me through during the day. When I finally reached the point before freeing me of the frustration, I stopped. I do not know how you did it but all day you kept me in this state, and for my fantasy to be fulfill, I had to kept myself from coming too. But when came the time where I had to finish me, I could not resolve myself to do so. One more stroke from two fingers and a little pressure to my clitoris and I would have been free. Free from the frustration but also free from your grip. You may have denied me heaven all day long, but you have given me the best sexual experience of my life. I liked being yours today. I liked feeling your gaze on me. I loved the idea of being fucked by you without me knowing who you are. I want to take this further. And maybe soon I will call my Tormentor: Master.” This was definitely hot. The problem was I told her not to touch herself if she wanted me in her life. True, she had done something harder: stopping oneself while masturbating. I had to consider where I wanted to go. I decided to go to sleep and take a decision on the morning, before going to work. When I woke up, I had an idea. She had liked the one way intimacy we had the day before, and I wanted to take this a step further. When I replied to her, my message consisted on telling her to leave me a spare key of her flat next to her door on ...

... the Sunday; and that I had to come up with a suitable punishment for her touching herself even though I told her not to. The thing about asking the key to her flat for the Sunday was I would get as much time as I want in her home – I told her to leave it for the day – but it gave me enough time to think about a “punishment”. I knew that one day she would know who I am. I had enjoyed invading her intimacy without sharing anything as much as she did, and I wanted this foreplay to last. The day before was about sex, this weekend would be about her private space. I arrived early at Jennifer’s building on the Sunday. I wanted to see her left so I waited outside. When she was finally gone, I waited fifteen minutes before going in, just in case she forgot something. More than a flat, her home was a loft: one big space for cooking, eating, watching tv… one bedroom and one bathroom. This was an entirely new loft in a hold building: the dream of any bachelor living in the city. She had left me a note on her table that said to look at the window. It took me some time to understand that she was not asking me to enjoy the view but to actually loot not at the window but the window. I was almost invisible but you could guess the shape of a woman on it: her sweat had left an impression of her that she did not clean. At least she did not lie in her message. I spent the day wandering around, looking into her stuff, watching what kind of DVD she had, reading the title of every book she owned, ...