Surrendered Desire - Sex Stories

Surrendered Desire

... thumping in my chest, the idea of such devotion sending shivers down my spine. It was intriguing, this exchange of power, so different from what I had experienced with Arthur and Duncan.

"Doesn't it hurt?" I asked, unable to prevent my eyes from flicking back to the metal cage.

"Sometimes," he admitted, "but it's a constant reminder of your control over me. It brings me pleasure knowing I can please you by submitting to your desires."

My breath hitched at the thought. What must it be like to give yourself so wholly to another person, to allow them such intimate control over your body? It was a far cry from the wild gangbang I'd experienced years ago or the casual encounters I shared with Arthur and Duncan. This was something deeper, more profound.

"Have you ever been with a woman who wasn't your Mistress?" The words spilled out before I could stop them, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"Never, for real," Roderick replied firmly. "I am devoted to her and her alone."

"Wow," I murmured. It was an alien concept to me, but I couldn't help being drawn to the intensity of his passion. I wondered what it would be like to share that kind of connection with someone.

"Have you ever desired it?" I pressed; my eyes locked on his.

"Of course," he admitted with a rueful smile. "But my Mistress is my priority. Her pleasure comes first."

I nodded, feeling a strange mix of respect and envy toward Roderick. How different my life would be if I'd ever allowed ...

... myself to explore such a relationship. But then again, I had always been fiercely independent, unwilling to relinquish control to anyone else.

"Thank you for sharing that with me, Roderick," I said softly. "You've given me something to think about."

He inclined his head, and we shared a moment of understanding before I turned my attention back to Arthur and Duncan. They were waiting for me, after all, and there was still much sexual pleasure to be had. Still more sexual relief to be had. Still more mountain peaks of sexual tension to climb.

A vision of my life with Roderick unfurled before me, a tapestry woven from threads of passion and submission. I could see the shape it would take, the contours of our shared desires.

"Roderick," I said, looking deep into his eyes, finding the wellspring of his devotion. "I love how committed you are to me, but there is something I need." My words hung in the air, thick like honey. "I want you in chastity, more or less constantly."

His eyes widened, surprise mingling with a flicker of uncertainty. It was as if I had reached inside him, pulled out his deepest desire, and held it up to the light.

"Julie..." he began, his voice wavering. He searched my face for answers, for reassurance. But all I gave him was the truth, raw and unvarnished.

"Think about it, Roderick," I told him softly. "You can take this journey with me, or you can walk away. The choice is yours."

"Roderick," I continued, my voice low and steady. The ...