Your Cock in Lace - Sex Stories

Your Cock in Lace

This morning you received precise intrusions. Arrive at the rose gardens before 6, take the path to the right leading over a bridge to a secluded area with a bench overlooking the water. You were to bring chocolates. I ordered you to tie the panties I had you purchase days ago around your cock and balls. You were to stay strapped like an a****l all day at work. The black lace thong snug against your flesh during meetings with clients, reminding you throughout the day that your dick belongs to me. Your pleasure only achievable at my capricious wish. You show up ten to six, sit down on the designated bench and close your eyes as instructed. We have not met in person so aside from strategically photographed body parts, you haven't seen me yet and you find yourself wondering what I look like. Over the past few weeks, you had allowed yourself to become completely vulnerable and to your utter surprise, you find this exhilarating. I had taken thorough control over you since you are only a man, weakened, overwhelmed and bewildered by your sexual urges. In your training I had told you what to do and when. Pushing you outside of your comfort zone, easing and flirting. Making you desire and idealize me, want me, no, need me, like you have never experienced before. This allowed us to build a relationship based entirely on trust, a foreign concept to both of us, yet very intriguing on many levels. So you sit there, obeying my directive to keep your eyes closed no matter what, ...

... wondering whether it's six o'clock already and knowing that I'm near. You sense being watched. I had come early as well. Watched you walk over the bride where I was now standing. You look nervous which only fuels my desire to handle you. I let you sweat a little, enjoying the sight of such a strong and mature man squirming at the thought of little ol' me. My lips curl up in a playful smile. Ten after six, I approach taking determined steps in my 4" heels, my narrow skirt restricting my stride at the knees. You know I'm now standing behind you, but yet you tense up when I run my hands down your shoulders and chest to your abdomen, my curls falling on your neck. The scent of Karo Karounde blossoms fills your nostrils as you try to control your heart rate and steady your breath. I pause for a moment with my lips in your ear and then slowly whisper "Will you be a good boy and keep your eyes closed or do I need to blindfold you?" My warm and sweet breath sending a surge of excitement down your insides. I hear you breath out and answer in half whisper "Yes, Mistress, I'll behave." "What a good boy!" I reply as if talking to a dog, straightening up one vertebra at a time. As I move up, my nails catch the edge of your shirt and ride it all the way up to your clavicles, exposing the sculpted abdomen and exciting me further. I walk around and sit next putting on a soft mix. Notes of Nicki Minaj - Pills N Potions fill the air and I lift your left arm over my shoulder snuggling up again you. ...