Obeying Sir Like A Good Girl! Kinky BDSM Sex Stories-Part II
Obeying Sir like a good girl! Kinky BDSM sex stories. We couldn’t let a slave pet sleep in the big bed, now could we? In there, I sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at you, staring you at the floor, sitting. Waiting. Moments passed. Somehow you felt yourself get empty and obedient just through that simple stare. You wanted me to talk, you wanted to hear that voice again that enslaved you so utterly and totally.
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But seeing my eyes, right there in front of you, was enough. You didn’t even hear the snap of my fingers. Your mind was already blank. I spoke, but you didn’t consciously hear. Words far in the distance of your conscious mind, hidden away for me to know and for you to find out. “Wake.” You blinked. Then again. You felt something in your body that you couldn’t quite explain and part of your mind was reeling at the fact that something was happening that you didn’t control.
There was a moment of quiet again as you waited for me to speak. But this time, the moment wasn’t long and not in any way uncomfortable. “You may undress me, my pet.” Unsure for a moment, you were wondering if you were allowed off your knees to handle my upper body. A nod was enough to tell you it was alright. Your fingers trembled slightly as you took off my shirt and t-shirt.
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Every movement of your body somehow appeared to light your own on fire. Every moment appeared to make you want to touch yourself. The texture of the fabric over your fingertips drove you crazy. You were starting to realize what some of the suggestions might have been. Getting down on your knees was a relief.
Your knees were starting to buckle long before you were done with taking my t-shirt off completely. You sighed and for a moment were worried about dirtying Sir’s floor with your arousal. But you weren’t done, not at all. It took all your will to undo my belt, unbutton my pants and pull them down. The sound of the fabric running over my legs made you swoon with desire. You loved my sneaky ideas. Taking off my socks was a lot more fun than you’d thought. You even felt your own feet tickle with the sensations.
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But it was with the last item of clothing that you really wanted to sink to the floor in blissful pleasure. But it didn’t work. Your fingers couldn’t figure out how to hook around the edge. It’s like your body was so aroused, so confused and sensitive that you couldn’t make yourself to take off my boxers. “Having trouble, my pet?” My voice teasingly ringing in your ears, all resistance long forgot. You almost begged me to be able to take it off. You’d been waiting for this for weeks… months… had it been years?
“Please, sir. Let pet. Pet needs to obey sir.” Your legs were weak, your arms shivering with the pleasure going through your body. The fight for keeping control of your body a losing battle. Eyes looking up at me, so full of devotion. “Please, sir. Pet obeys.” And then the words that before had made you swoon, orgasm, sleep, eat, almost everything and so much more.
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They made you feel controlled so many times over you had long since lost count. I combined those with simple words to tell you my approval. Words were spoken, almost always, with a soft smile on my lips. Knowing that you needed to wait until I said them, knowing that you couldn’t physically act until I spoke them. “You may.” Want more erotic literature?
