Gospodarica

Gospodarica !

 

 Četrtek….ja odločil sem se da grem k njej…Gospodarici. Večkrat sem gledal njene slikce in opise pa me je res povleklo da jo obiščem. Najprej tisto ko se dogovarjaš kje se sploh nahaja..kateri blok in potem navodila po telefonu katero nadstropje in vrata. Šlo je vse kot po maslu…skoraj.

 Vstopil sem. Čakala me je že pripravljena. Oblečena v črne usnjene hlače in rdeč usnjen modrc Črnolasa, zeleno modrooka in vitke postave. Visoka kot jaz tako da sva se gledala iz oči v oči. Sicer je imela 10 cm petke….ampak vseeno visoka. Lepa. Je takoj opazila v mojih očeh, da me je njena pojava prijetno presenetila. Tako da sva se oba nasmejala. Predstavila sva se. Potem je sledil obvezen poljub obeh rok, ki so bile v črnih usnjenih rokavicah ter poljub nog nad gležnjem.

 Pokazala mi je stanovanjce….sicer majhno in skromno…vendar z vsemi pripomočki in dodatki, ki pritičejo k njeni dejavnosti. Pokazala mi je kopalnico, kjer sem se slekel in stuširal.

 Ko sem prišel v sobo se ni nič obotavljala. Še posebej, ker sem ji povedal da sem za CBT seanso…in to malce bolj hard.  Takoj je na moje roke in noge zavezala usnjene trakove ter mi ukazala naj se razkrečim in sklonim nad železno kletko. Ubogal sem…seveda sem ubogal in kaj kmalu sem bil z verigo nepremično priklenjen na kletko. Čeprav si nisem želel tega mi je zavezala ustno kroglo in masko na oči. Lahko sem le nemočno čakal kaj bo. Všeč ji je bil moj piercing na kurcu. Kmalu so začeli padati udarci po moji riti in stegnih. Najprej palica…potem en bič pa drugi….pa od zadaj sem jih dobil po jajčkih in kurcu. Najprej bolj na rahlo potem pa vedno bolj trdo. Za vsaki 20 udarec sem se moral zahvaliti s Hvala Gospodarica. Me je občasno kakšen udarec pošteno zaskelel. Bolj zaradi strahu da se ne bi preveč poznalo na ostalih delih telesa sem izustil tisti Milosti Prosim, ki je safe word. Mi je potem na tesno zavezala jajčka in kurca z vrvico in nadaljevala z udarci. Moje vzdihovanje je verjetno pokazalo, da v tem uživam, tako da je tudi ona vedela da je na pravi poti.

 Me je potem odvezala od kletke in pobrala masko iz oči. Ni izgubljala časa in me je privezala na vrata, ki so opremljena kot križ. Bil sem prepuščen njej. Nemočen. Sledili so udarci po kurcu. S palico…pa s kuhalnico…pa s škornji. Stokal sem in užival. Na jajčka mi je pritrdila ščipalke in vlekla…bolečina je bila kar huda. Ampak bilo mi je všeč. Potem je vrvico potegnila skozi moj piercing in me vlekla z njo. Čutil sem kako se kožica razteguje. Malce sem se zbal da se bo pretrgala, če bo še močneje vlekla. Pa je občutila moj strah in popustila.

 Nato je slekla tisti rdeč usnjen modrc. Pokazale so se njene majhne toda lepe prsi. Simetrične in popolno zaokrožene…kot da bi jih narisal. Pa take lepe rožnate bradavičke…skoraj najstniške. Delovala je prav božansko. Jaz bi rad takrat zaustavil čas in jo gledal. Pa ne gre tako….Gospodarica je ona. Potem je vzela stol in se usedla pred menoj. Spet je obdelovala kurca z raznimi orodji. Všeč ji je bilo da so moja zvezana jajčka bila že rahlo modre barve. V  kurca mi je vstavila kateter. Čeprav sem ji z očmi in s kroglo v ustih hotel dopovedati, da mi to ni všeč je nadaljevala. No ni bilo tako nelagodno, kot sem si mislil da bo. Občasno me je pogledala z njenimi zeleno modrimi očmi in mi namenila nasmeh. Ni bilo druge kot da se predam. Sledilo je vstavljanje kovinskih dilatorjev. Počutil sem se tako nemočnega. Moj korenjak je bil v njenih rokah. Njen.

 Potem pa je vzela v roke igle in predlagala, da mi bo prebodla glavico. Tega si res nisem želel…ne zaradi bolečine ampak zato ker bi potem krvavel….pa mi pogled na kri ni preveč všeč. Je videla da bo to preveč in je z iglo prebodla samo kožico na kurcu. Z drugo iglo pa kožo na jajčkih. Bilo mi je všeč.

Potem je vzela svečo in polivala vroči vosek po mojih zvezanih genitalijah. Peklo me je in užival sem. Stokal sem in hitro na plitvo dihal.

 Sem uspel videti v njenih očeh da ji je tudi njej všeč. Veliko svečo je potem zvezala pod jajčki in me obdelovala s škornji. Nato se sezula škornje in slekla usnjene hlače. Ostala je samo v črnih hlačkah in črnih samostoječih nogavicah. Sedaj se je pokazalo njeno vitko telo v celoti. Joj kakšna lepa postava sem si rekel sam sebi. Videla je da jo občudujem. Sledilo je odstranjevanje igel in voska. Uporabila je kolesce z bodicami. Z njim je še malo potovala gor in dol po kurcu in glavici. Stokal sem od prijetne bolečine. Obula je druge čevlje s petko in se igrala s kurcem ter jajčki.

 Nato je vstala in me odvezala. Ostranila mi je tisto neprijetno kroglo…sem bil kar vesel. Ukazala mi je naj se dam na vse štiri. Vzela je črn dildo in si ga prislonila na njen griček. Ukazala mi je naj ga sesam.

 Nikoli v življenju nisem počel tega…..ampak ko sem vzel dildo v usta…..in se približal njenemu telesu…sem začutil toploto njenega mednožja…in vonj njenega telesa. Občutil sem jo…..kot žensko….To me je tako razvnelo, da sem začel uživati v fafanju. Mi je kar čudno ko sedaj pomislim na to ;)

 Potem pa se je obrnila in mi ukazala naj dam moj obraz na njeno ritko ter si ga drkam. Upognila se je in mi pokazala njeno ritko. To kar se je zgodilo me je vrgla iz tira. Madonca…take ritke še nisem videl. Niti na sliki kaj šele na dosegu mojega obraza. Tako lepi polkrožni ritnici s takoooo mehko kožo. Božansko. Počasi sem naslonil obraz med njeni ritnici ki sta mi pritisnili na moje veke da jih nisem videl. Dihal sem….globoko in vlekel vonj ženske v moja pljuča. Prečudovito. Nos se mi je naslanjal na njene spodnjice.  Drkal sem. Drkal in užival ter stokal besede ohhh Gospodarica.

Potem se mi je odmaknila. Z rokami je potegnila počasi hlačke navzdol.

»Na« je rekla : » Nič z jezikom samo dihaj in drkaj« mi je zaukazala. Z nasmehom, ki me je popeljal v ekstazo.

Potem se je spet sklonila. Kar je sledilo pa se je v moje možgane za vedno vklesalo. Med njenimi ritnicami ki so tako lepo zaokroženo oblikovane se je spodaj pokazala obrita breskvica. Take lepe rožnate barve ….mehke ustnice in med njimi tanka črta. Njena češpljica. Joooj……glavo sem spet dal tja. Čutil sem njeno toploto….čutil sem njeno pičkico na mojem obrazu. Globoko sem dihal in hotel ujeti ves njen zrak. Kurac mi je utripal v rokah in drkal sem kot nor. Sploh ne vem kaj sem govoril…vem samo da sem užival. Kmalu mi je prišlo…..močno in doživeto. Tako močno da ko sedaj zlagam misli in občutke sploh ne vem točno kaj se je potem dogajalo. Šel sem pod tuš in potem sva malce pokramljala. Bilo mi je lepo. To vem da sem si ponavljal ko sem šel ven iz bloka in proti domu.

So se mi pa stalno pred očmi prikazovali prizori tega dne….najbolj pa njena perfektna ritka. Kaj vse bi dal da bi jo spet videl in občutil…..kmalu…..čutim, da bom spet tam…… pri Gospodarici !

Pleasure in the Unlikeliest Places

In the following erotic fiction, a woman realizes that the most intoxicating pleasure is sometimes found in the most unexpected places. Read on… Pleasure in the Unlikeliest Places - An Erotic Story The first time that she saw Jamie, she wanted him and she did not even know it. It was not until the third time that she met him, and he looked at her that she realized that anything was there for her and she still didn’t think about making anything out of it. He was not her type; Jamie was none of her check marks. None of the things that she wanted for herself, none of the things that she wanted in a partner. But when Jamie looked at her, she was mesmerized. Mesmerized by the color of his eyes and the intensity of his gaze. She hadn’t expected that intensity, or for it to have such an effect on her, and it seared her memory. It was easy for her to continue their flirtation as they became part of each other’s social circle, and then later friends, but then maybe this was because she did not expect anything. When there was no expectation, it was effortless to be totally at ease with him. When Jamie asked her out to dinner, she never assumed he was asking her out on a date, and this time was no different; it just seemed like they were just going to hang out. But after this meal, as they were saying goodbyes, Jamie pulled her close to him and kissed her cheek affectionately; and, for the first time, Florentine realized she wanted him to kiss her lips, desperately. Where had that feeling come from? She tilted her head up toward him with a pout, expecting him to kiss her other cheek as well. Instead, Jamie suddenly shifted his hands to her hips and pulled her close to him, his lips now firmly upon hers. Just that simple contact made her knees suddenly weak, while deep within her body began to ache for him. She groped him without thinking, and felt his desire…not between his legs. But in the way that he responded to her touch. ‘You’re so sexy, you are going to get me in trouble…’ he said into her hair. ‘Why?’ she looked up at him, silhouetted by the full moon beyond him. ‘Because you are making it hard for me to be a gentleman Flo…’ No one ever called her Flo. Everyone called her Florentine, and his use of the cute diminutive had always seemed more reason for her to not take him seriously. But, for the first time in her life, she was going to listen to her body and do what her body wanted. Her body wanted Jamie. ‘I never asked you to be a gentleman…’ she purred against his chest. Jamie kissed her again, and she put her hands on his chest, half swooning from his growing passion. ‘Be careful what you don’t ask for…’ he whispered in her ear. Florentine chuckled, and quieted as he squeezed the side of her breast tenderly. She let her hand slip in the back of his pants. ‘Come home with me…’ he said. Nodding into his chest, Florentine nibbled at his ear and neck with impatience, very happy to distract him from his phone as he ordered a car. Then they waited in the dark, kissing against the wall kissing like horny teenagers who were only just trying to hide. The driver looked at her appreciatively as she climbed in. She liked that; she liked that Jamie could see that other people wanted her. He put his hand on her thigh as he joined her on the backseat, barely waiting for the car to rejoin traffic before he slipped that hand just under her skirt and began kissing her again like they had kissed before. As they tumbled into his bed, she found herself totally without inhibition, and Jamie worshipped her body with his mouth like she was the only woman in the world. Any of her vulnerabilities were soothed by his attentions as he made her feel a pleasure like she hadn’t experienced for far too long. Her best toys didn’t hold a candle to the sensation that he made her feel; the weight of him, and the way that he filled her. Her eyes watered at the pleasure of the fullness of him inside her. Florentine fell asleep beside him easily, not thinking for a moment about sneaking out to avoid an awkward morning-after. He pulled her into him, and curled over her body as he kissed her neck. When she woke up the sun was coming up, and Florentine’s breath caught. She was still in his arms, and his embrace had not slackened. When she shifted, he settled her closer to him. So she closed her eyes, and went back to sleep. After that, it seemed two days couldn’t go by that they didn’t find themselves in each other’s beds, engulfed in passionate ecstasy she had forgotten she would even experience. She was beyond blissed out that she was with him; never having imagined that she would want something like that with him, but now unable to see herself without it. ‘You can leave stuff here, you know? I cleared out a drawer for you and got some toiletries for you. I got a guest toothbrush.’ Exhausted after a mid-afternoon quickie, Florentine’s half-closed eyes were suddenly wide. ‘I mean now that we are together all of the time. I just wanted to make you feel at home.’ Her eyes widened even more, and Jamie looked at her with a combination of confusion and surprise. He was naked and beautiful, telling her that he was making room for her in his life when she never even considered that she really wanted him in her life. Her body was perfumed with his sweat, and she could smell their lovemaking high between her legs. Jamie had serious bedhead, and he looked so kind. And he wanted her. He was everything she wanted, because she hadn’t wanted it. Rather than embarking on a purely practical relationship that marked the end of romance, she was being romanced like she never had been before, by a man who she did not even think she could ever be serious about. Why had her list not included tenderness, warmth, and character? What he had was modest, but he had a lot of pride in it. He cooked her dinner, and it was better than dinner at the fancy restaurants that her dates usually took her too. And for all his lack of cockiness, he was able to tune her body like the fine machine it was. ‘You’re too lovely to me,’ she said, looking down bashfully. ‘I just want to be more than just lovely to you.’ She let him take her in his arms, and she realized far from the end of romance, it was the very beginning…