I walk into the room. <br><br>
You are already there, in casual clothes, a blouse and jeans.
Just sitting on the bed. Facing the door, hands in your lap.
Anticipating. Trying to relax. <br><br>
I sit next to you on the bed. I pat your hand in a slow, reassuring
way. You start to turn your face towards me, but before you
can complete the action... <br><br>
"Stand up in front of me. Face me. Hands at your sides,
feet shoulder-width apart. It's time to inspect your
offering." <br><br>
You look at me, not really comprehending. I enjoy that.
The idea that you are so willing to offer yourself to me,
but not really understanding what that will entail. I can
see it in your face... the uncertainty, the questioning.
You don't say anything. But you are nervous and excited,
almost to the point of trembling. <br><br>
I just sit there, staring. An intense, hard gaze roaming
over your body, from the very top of your head, to the ground.
No shoes, just socks. I keep staring. <br><br>
I lock eyes with you. You hold my my gaze for a few seconds,
but you are feeling so self-conscious you try to break the
gaze. <br><br>
"Stop! Look in my eyes. Lose yourself in there. See
my hunger. Feel my need." <br><br>
"But.." <br><br>
"Quiet. Do not speak unbidden. Especially now. This
is your audition. This is where I determine if what you desire
meshes with what I desire. Follow my orders to the letter
and all will be well. You will not be punished for anything
that happens. I need to gauge if you really wish to submit
to me, and how much, or if you are only looking for some quick
mutual pleasure." <br><br>
You keep averting your eyes. <br><br>
"Look at me." <br><br>
You do. You stare. You fidget a bit, but hold my gaze. Slowly,
oh so slowly, you start to lose yourself. You shudder. I
smile. I like what I see. I enjoy watching you lose yourself
in my eyes. Minutes pass. You standing, me sitting, each
staring. Such a beautifully crucial moment. But I can feel
the excitement rising in you. Eyes dilate a bit. Breathing
a bit deeper. Still occasionally shuddering. <br><br>
I stand up. Your eyes follow me. Questioning. Wondering
what happens now. I enjoy the uncertainty. I’m in control.
You know that I’m in control but are still holding back.
I can’t have that. I need you to acknowledge that I’m
in control. I need you to tell me that I’m in control. But
words aren’t enough. I need you to feel it. I need you to
relinquish all. <br><br>
You start to slouch. <br><br>
“Stand up straight. Posture is important to me. Shoulders
back, chest out. Chin up a little. Close your eyes.” <br><br>
You follow my instruction. Eyes close. A small sigh escapes
your lips as you wonder what’s next. <br><br>
Reaching up, I gently caress your face with the outside
of one finger. I draw it down from your temple over your lips.
They part a bit with a soft intake of breath. Down over your
chin to your throat. Just lightly and barely touching.
Almost like a soft tickle. <br><br>
I continue moving my hand to brush away your hair from the
left side of your face. I want to whisper in your ear. I move
behind you and press my chest against your shoulder. You
feel my breath on your neck moving to your ear. <br><br>
“So…..”, softly I whisper. Barely audible. <br><br>
“You wish to gift me, do you? Give of yourself to me? Submit
to me?” <br><br>
Its a teasing whisper that dares you to speak. <br><br>
“Yes” you gasp, breathlessly, barely audible. <br><br>
“What?”, I respond a bit reproachfully. “I couldn’t
hear that. I expect you to address me with conviction. Not
as a scared little mouse. I want to know what you want. I want
you to know what you want. Most importantly, I want you to
be able to tell me.” <br><br>
“Yes”, you reply, a little louder, but a bit unsure.
I can hear breathlessness in your voice. Passion and desire
starting to overwhelm you. Poor darling. If only you knew
what I have in store for you. <br><br>
“‘Yes’ what?” slightly cross. “Is that your
answer? Simple yes/no replies? I’m sorry, but that is
nowhere near sufficient. I expect a level of decorum and
eloquence beyond that of a coin flip. You are fairly intelligent.
String together a few words into a sentence.” <br><br>
Another shudder. “God, yes. Please take me, do with me
what you will. I want it. I need it so.” <br><br>
“That’s a bit better. Rather mundane, but I’ll let
the obviousness pass for now, ” whispering softly in
your ear again. It excites me… arouses me... to hear you
say that. I’m curious what would happen, how you would
react, if I just ripped your clothes off, threw you on the
bed and ravished you, did what I’ve ached for so much time
to do. Maybe, hopefully, I’ll be able to try that. Not
tonight. Tonight is about seduction. Tonight is about
the ebb and flow of desire. Tonight is about building a fire.
We are only approaching the kindling point. <br><br>
“I need a taste.” <br><br>
I walk around in front of you, making sure your eyes are still
closed. I want this to be a surprise. I put my right hand on
the left side of your neck and use my thumb to lift your chin.
Not a lot. Just enough to gain access to your throat. That
is what i need to taste. I want to feel your pulse racing under
my tongue, beating against it insistently. Slowly, lightly,
I lick a a path from your right collar-bone to the base of
your chin, occasionally flicking my tongue against your
throat. Then I work my way back down. Goose-bumps begin
to form on your right arm. I know that the action is having
the desired effect. I lightly rake my left hand’s fingernails
along your right am, feeling the goose-bumps. Reveling
in them. I pull back a bit to see the pulse at your throat.
It is slightly visible, throbbing rather quickly. Again
you shudder. <br><br>
So long I’ve waited, wondered, wanted, lusted. It is
beginning to dawn on me that what I’ve desired for years
is here in front of me. Waiting. Wanting. Trembling. I smile
to myself at my good fortune.