Best Left UnsaidbyToughLiberalism©
If you knew the things I think about you, I don't suppose you'd ever speak to me again.
The worst of it is that I know you think really highly of me. You admire the way I'm passionate about my work, you're grateful because I looked out for you when you were new and you enjoy our lunchtime chats when we take the piss out of everyone else.
Sometimes I even think you might fancy me a bit. We've developed a habit at staff socials of spending the whole time with each other and ignoring all the others. I notice their knowing smirks when they look at us, but I don't care. We don't need them.
I remember the staff do when it almost developed into something. We were on the dance floor and I was pushed up against your back by the crush of people. To be honest I wasn't putting up much resistance to the crush but you didn't seem to be either. My cock was straining so hard against my jeans that it was painful. I was sure you must have felt it but you were pretending not to. Then everything changed. One moment you were just dancing, the next you were dancing with me. I felt your arse rubbing against my crotch. There was no way this was just because you didn't have enough space. You were doing it deliberately.
When the song finished you turned and looked at me. That look is burned on my memory to this day. It was a look which told me I had a decision to make. At that instant I knew you were all mine. I only had to take you. I still picture myself taking you by the hand, walking you out of the room, round the corner into the quiet, darkened corridor, putting my hand on the back of your neck and pulling you in for our first kiss. I picture myself pressing you against the wall with just the right amount of force, running my hands up your sides and pushing your arms above your head where I hold them in place while I help myself to another kiss. Then I picture myself leading you out into the night, calling a cab and taking you to my place to carry on what we've just started.
But I didn't do that. I saw your look and in that split second I pulled back from the brink. To tell you the truth I was scared. I didn't want to spoil what we already had. I couldn't face the long days at work without the relief of our easy-going conversations. But I was scared of myself too. I knew what I wanted to do to you and I couldn't take the risk. So I asked if you wanted another drink and went to the bar instead.
Now I'm left with ideas of what might have been. I already wanted you before that happened but now my desires are all the more intense because we were so close to getting somewhere. Maybe you wouldn't have minded. Maybe you'd have gone along with it for my sake. But that wouldn't have been good enough for me. I'd need you to want it too.
Holding your hands above your head would be just the start. A signal that I'm in charge. I want to own your body completely, to control it, to make you mine. I need the rules of engagement between us to change. We're no longer equals in the bedroom. You do as I say.
I'd start by ordering you to strip for me while I sit and watch. Perhaps I'd pour myself a drink first and I'd definitely tell you not to hurry. Everything has to happen at my pace.
In my mind you're still wearing the short dress you had on at the staff do. No tights. I know you're proud of your legs and I couldn't keep my eyes off them earlier. The dress drops to the middle of your thighs. Now it's time for it to go. I want to see you slip it off and drop it on the floor.
Now you stand in just your underwear and heels. I have to admit it's a great look. You teeter as you stand, waiting for my next instruction. I tell you to turn around slowly, to let me see what is mine tonight. I take in the view of your arse, cheeks pert inside your cute panties. Then you're facing me again.
I tell you to take your shoes off now. I do it reluctantly because they look fantastic on you but shoes give a woman airs and graces. I don't want you to have any of those.
You bend to undo the straps, but I stop you and tell you to do it facing away from me. You know exactly why and you obey with a smile, enjoying the power of your body over me even in your powerlessness. You bend at the waist, giving me an even better view of your arse than before, presented for my enjoyment.
You hold the position for a few moments once your shoes are off, then rise to face me again, now barefoot and a little shorter. It's a look of which I approve.
I'm impressed by your choice of underwear. You always have good taste and the colour matches your skin tone perfectly. The bra cups your breasts in its lacy hold as if offering them up to me. It can stay on until I'm ready to remove it.
I rise, still fully clothed from the evening out and approach you. My extra height is even more pronounced now you have no shoes. Once again my hand goes to the back of your neck, clasping it firmly but not painfully, and pulling you in for a kiss. I control the contact, holding your head in place while I thrust my tongue into your mouth. But you are not passive. Your tongue massages mine and I feel your warm body, mostly naked skin now, pressing up against me.
We hold the kiss for some time, then I break the contact. I take you by the shoulders, spin you away from me and propel you towards the wall, where I move one hand to the small of your back and hold you in place. You make no move to resist. My force is symbolic only. You could easily break away. But you are excited by the submission and remain in place even when I remove my hand. Your arms are raised against the wall as if in surrender.
I admire you briefly, running my fingers up the back of one of your thighs, savouring your toned skin, over your panty-covered arse and up your back. Now I move closer, pressing my crotch against your arse as I did on the dance floor earlier. But this time your response is more openly lewd. You rise on tiptoes and wriggle it enticingly against me. Once again, my cock is straining at its confinements. It can't wait much longer. Before long it will be inside you in one way or another.
I lean in so that you can feel my breath on your skin, draw your hair out of the way with my hand and kiss your neck gently, before nibbling at your ear lobe. Then I draw back and move away. You know better than to turn around.
I fetch what I need to take things to a new level. It's nothing special in itself, just a dressing gown cord. The first suitable thing I could put my hands on in the wardrobe. But tonight it will be something more special. It will be the instrument of your enslavement. I'm going to use it to tie you up.
I lean in once again. 'Do you trust me?' I whisper in your ear. You nod in response, making no sound. I draw your arms down and behind your back, where I bend your forearms so they are parallel against each other and bind your wrists tightly in place. I watch your fingers fluttering delightfully in their bonds. You could probably break free without too much difficulty but I don't care. The restraint is a message between us. A sign that tonight you have wilfully suspended your autonomy. You have no responsibility other than to obey me and to give me pleasure. You do not have to worry about anything. All the decisions to make are mine.
Although I plan for things to get more exciting for both of us later, this is my high point of the night. It's the anticipation which is best of all. From here I can do anything I like with you. Once I've chosen what to do it's almost disappointing. I find it hard not to dwell on the roads not chosen. But at this instant I can exult over the fact that I have the girl of my dreams in front of me, dressed in nothing but her underwear, my bound and willing sex slave. Best of all, I know that the prospect of it is just as exciting to you as it is to me. The options before us seem to be endless.
I want to build the anticipation a bit longer before getting down to business. I pull you to the middle of the room and make you stand in front of the full length mirror, forcing you to see yourself as my prisoner. I take in the view as I look over your shoulder, loving every inch of what I see. Your stomach is beautifully toned and I reach around to stroke it, allowing my hand to drop to the top of your panties and my fingers to slip tantalisingly just inside. You shudder involuntarily as I approach your most intimate area, but I stop short and withdraw my hand. I move it upwards to your breasts. In the mirror I can see clearly that your nipples are already erect, standing up against the fabric of your bra. I use my nail to tease the one on the right through the material and squeeze it with enough force to make you shudder again. Then I do the same with your left nipple before withdrawing my hand.
My favourite sight in the mirror is your face as you look at yourself in your subservient state. Your mouth is slightly open, betraying your lustful breathlessness, as you take in your predicament. I wonder if you've ever seen yourself bound before. I suspect not. I wonder if it comes as a surprise to you that you are so aroused by it. I reach below your bound arms and slip my hand down inside the back of your panties as you watch, reaching between your legs to your sex as you bend forward slightly to allow access. As I suspected, you are already soaking wet. You gasp as my finger makes contact with your clit and you close your eyes. But I'm having none of that. I order you to open them again and you do so. I force you to watch in the mirror as I put my finger into your pussy and hold it deep inside. I feel your welcoming wet warmth and sense your slight gyrations as you make the most of the sensation. In the mirror I watch your eyes as you gaze transfixed at yourself impaled on my finger.
I take my hand away from your sex and out of your panties. You groan with almost imperceptible disappointment, but I still hear it. My finger is soaking wet with your juices. I reach around and push it between your lips. You accept it into your mouth and suck it hungrily, tasting your own arousal. The act is so suggestive of what I'm going to make you do to me shortly that somehow I find it more of a turn-on than the real thing. I find it hard not to come just at the sight. You share the view with me, but I think you have seen enough now and I move away, leaving you standing alone while I fetch my next prop.
This time I bring a scarf to use as a blindfold. You've seen enough for the evening. I stand behind you, bringing the fabric over your head, placing it in front of your eyes and tying it in place. You are plunged into darkness. I let go of you altogether and the combination of your bound hands and covered eyes makes it hard for you to balance so you sway slightly. I should feel sorry for you in this condition. At work I go out of my way to protect you against anything which seems to be a threat. But this is different. I enjoy your helpless vulnerability and plan to take full advantage of it. I walk around you like a predator, taking in the view of my prize from every angle.
It's time to let my cock out of its prison. It has been causing me discomfort for some time. I unbutton my jeans and reach inside my boxers, allowing it to spring out. I've no idea how my size compares to the average man as I don't spend time comparing, but tonight I feel three times my normal size when I'm hard. I'm behind you again now and I look down at your hands. You are holding them still in their constraints. I can't resist the temptation to rest my cock against them. You catch on quickly, twisting one hand in its bonds to hold my shaft and doing the best you can to pump it up and down. It's not easy for you when you're tied up and you have to bend forward to get the best purchase. You fumble a little and there is no doubt that I could do it better myself. But that's not the point. I don't need an expert handjob. The point is that I get to stand here while a slave girl does it for me. I'm at the point of orgasm, but I need to stop you before it's too late. I plan to hold onto my cum for as long as possible tonight so I can prolong the pleasure. Plus I don't want to waste it on your back. I have much better places to make you take it.
After stepping back and regathering my composure so I don't spurt all over the floor, I consider what should come next. There is nothing I want more than to push you to your knees, stick my cock in your mouth, grab a handful of your hair and fuck your face until I erupt straight down your throat, making you swallow every drop and clean up anything you miss. But I resist, knowing that the whole process will take seconds and that I will be disappointed afterwards. Besides, a major part of the appeal for me is to control your pleasure as well as mine. I want you to get off first, but I want to spin it out and tease you before you do.
I lead you to the bed and sit you on the edge of it. Now I strip out of my clothes. You can hear me doing so but can see nothing through your blindfold. You wait patiently until I am ready to turn my attentions once more to you. When I do so it is to remove your last items of clothing. Your bra comes first. I am glad it is strapless, to go with your dress, because it allows me to undo the clasp and slip it from your body without having to untie your hands and losing the moment. Your breasts slip out of the cups, nipples standing upright as they seek my attention. I do not disappoint them, taking each in turn between my thumb and forefinger and squeezing it to an even greater state of erection. Your breathing is ragged as I do so and I hear your first lustful whimper.
Now I lie you back on the bed and lean over you, using my tongue to caress your breasts and show them a gentler side, before reminding them that they are at my mercy with a nip between my teeth.
I move to your panties, pulling them down and off your legs completely, leaving you lying back on the sheets, resting on your bound hands, with your arse on the end of the bed and your feet on the floor. I push your legs apart and kneel between them, bending my head to your sex. I spend a minute or two kissing around your inner thighs, then I use my tongue to trace the perimeter of your most sensitive region, before going for the target of your clit. You stiffen when my tongue touches it and before long you start to moan involuntarily as I get into a rhythm. Gradually I build my speed, breaking off every now and again to flicker my tongue around the area. The level of noise you are making is building to a crescendo and I know you are close to fulfilment. This is my cue to stop.
When I do so you whine in frustration, but that only adds to my enjoyment. This isn't supposed to be fair. That ship sailed when you let me tie you up, probably even beforehand. You don't need to worry. I'll certainly let you come tonight. I plan for you to have the orgasm of your life, but only when I want you to and certainly not as easily as that. Besides, my cock is feeling neglected.
'My turn,' I whisper to you as I get off my knees. I take hold of your body and drag you around on the bed so that you are facing in completely the opposite direction. You get the idea and cooperate as far as is possible with your hands tied behind your back. By the time I have finished, you are still lying on your back on the bed, but now your feet are away from me and it is your head which is hanging off the edge, upside-down, in my direction.
You can't have much doubt about what I want from you in this position, and I allow you to take in your new vulnerability by holding my cock, still erect, close to your face. You are still blindfolded and cannot see it, but I know you can smell the masculine scent of my precum which already glistens the tip. I see your tongue flicker around your lips in preparation for your next task.
The bed is close to the ground and I drop to my knees so I am at the right height. This is what I have been waiting for. What is the point of making a woman your slave if you don't make her suck you as if her life depended on it? I hold my cock to your lips. 'Kiss it,' I tell you, and you do so, leaving a tiny strand of my precum connecting us when I pull away.
'Now lick it,' I order, holding it close once again. Your position makes this very difficult, but you do your best. Essentially this consists of you putting out your tongue and holding it still while I run my cock around it, but that's fine by me. If you were on your knees doing this I'd make you trace your tongue all along my shaft and worship it, but I chose this position because it gives me complete control of the blowjob.
'Now I'm going to fuck your face,' I tell you to reinforce the point, and I lean forward and penetrate your open mouth. Once again you can do little but provide me with a receptive hole, but you generate as much movement as you can manage. I do the rest, sliding backwards and forwards, watching with fascination as my length appears and disappears with each entry.
It takes a disappointingly short amount of time for my orgasm to approach once again, so I slow the rate. One of the advantages of this position for a blowjob is that it gives me access to your body at the same time. I see it prone in front of me, your breasts close at hand and your sex further away but thrust up in the air by the way you are lying on your bound hands. It can't be comfortable but I don't care. That's part of the appeal for me.
I use my hands to stroke and tease your nipples once again, before reaching forwards to get my hand between your legs. This has two effects. The first is to push my cock further into your open mouth so that you are forced to deep-throat me. I feel you gag initially, but thereafter you cope admirably with the intrusion, although you are now capable of no head movement whatsoever. Your face is skewered in place by my cock. The second effect, more desirable for you, is that I can stroke your clit, still wet from your own arousal and my earlier oral attention. You stiffen when I make first contact and before long you are moaning your way to orgasm once again.
This is heaven for me. Gone is our relationship of equals. Tonight you are nothing but my helpless fucktoy. I have seduced you, stripped you, tied you and teased you. Now I have you in as humiliating a position a man can inflict on a woman. Your mouth is stuffed with my cock which is ready to unload into you as soon as I allow it to, and yet you want me like a bitch in heat. You cannot even stay silent, but are so aroused that you communicate with increasing volume, every groan sounding a million times better to me because it is muffled by the gag formed by my cock.
This time I don't make you wait long. Even I'm not that cruel. I'm enough of a gentleman to withdraw my cock from your mouth when you reach the point of orgasm. This happens quickly, with a rapid intensifying of your noise, a high-pitched squeal and an involuntary arching of your back when you finally get there, before your body subsides once more and your breathing slows back to normal.
I don't give you much respite, however. Now I can take what I've been waiting for all night. Now I can let my body take its course. I help you off the bed and push your to your knees beside it, hands still tied behind you, while I stand over you. Once again I put my cock to your lips and once again you take it in obediently. I pull your blindfold off, because I want you to look me in the eye while you taste my cum. I place my right hand on your head, running my fingers into your hair, which is tousled from your exertions. I use my hand to guide your head movements, but I allow you to have more control in this position and do not force the pace. I suspect you are no stranger to giving blowjobs, but I doubt you have ever done so before without the use of your hands. I allow you to explore the possibilities of this classic slave girl pose as you bob your head up and down with an increasing rhythm.