Surrendered Desire - Sex Stories

Surrendered Desire

... words fell like raindrops, each one carving its own path through the air. "I need to be honest with you. I will still have other lovers, but you...you can watch. Wearing your chastity cage, of course."

His breath caught in his throat, eyes widening as they met mine. I could see the storm of emotions brewing within him - desire, jealousy, fear, and something more, something harder to define. A hunger for submission that seemed to match my own craving for control.

"Think about it," I urged him, reaching out to trace a finger along the curve of his jaw. His skin was warm beneath my touch, alive with the possibilities that lay before us. "This is a new world we're stepping into, and I want you to be sure."

Silence stretched between us, heavy and charged. I watched Roderick's face, searching for any sign of what he might decide. My heart skipped and danced in my chest, anticipation mingling with a hint of melancholy. For all my confidence, for all my independence, I knew the choice was his to make. And the thought of losing him felt like a cold wind sweeping through my soul.

"Julie," he whispered at last, his voice trembling. "I...I don't know if I can do it. Be locked up like that, watching you with others..."

"Take your time," I murmured, stepping back, and giving him space. "There's no rush. You need to decide if this is the life you truly want, or if it's too much for you."

As the moments ticked by, my mind wandered back to that wild night twenty years ago, ...

... when a younger, bolder version of myself had taken on a roomful of eager men. Even now, the memory sent shivers of pleasure down my spine. It had been a night of hedonistic abandon, of pushing boundaries and exploring the darker corners of desire. And now, with Roderick, I was poised to journey even deeper.

"Julie," Roderick said again, his voice stronger now, steadier. "I will think about it."

"Good," I replied, a small smile playing at the corners of my lips. "That's all I ask."

A moment of silence hung in the air, Roderick's decision weighing heavily on both our hearts. The key to his chastity device gleamed in my hand, a token of power and vulnerability. I extended it toward him, my voice steady despite the turmoil within.

"Roderick," I said, "you have a choice. Unlock yourself, leave this life behind forever... or bend down and lick my ass."

His eyes widened, caught between shock and desire. A shiver ran through me as I imagined the warmth of his tongue, the intimacy of that act. But would he choose me? Or would he choose freedom?

I moved to the bed, laying on my stomach, my plump figure enticing and vulnerable. My heart raced, each beat echoing the question that consumed me: What will he choose?

"Julie..." Roderick murmured, his voice thick with emotion. The sound of metal clinking against the floor filled the room as he set the key down.

"Please," I whispered, needing him to know how much this meant to me, how much I craved his submission. "Show ...