*Taking a really deep breath*
Ok ……..here goes……
I was tasked with writing for my Sir in which I had to describe a scene, in which I was in presence and there to serve. A fantasy if you like but there was a twist I had to include something which ‘scared me’ hence the title My Fantsay, My Fear.
Chris has given permission to post it as he was very pleased with my work, He also wanted me to ask that any one that reads it leave a comment on what they think of the story, how it is written and it's content.
Thanks.......and I hope you enjoy it as much as I surprised myself writing it
~hugs~ minxy xx
My fantasy and My Fear
I was alone and naked, preparing myself for him. He knew that I wasn’t a
perfect size 12 and had worked so hard with me about my body image. I still
struggled with this, but I was getting better and although I knew my body
wasn’t perfect I still wanted him to see me as his perfect sub.
My beautiful corset – black silk with delicate white flowers round the edges
- was lying on the bed. The ribbons threaded through the eyelets at the
back pulled tight. Running my fingers over the ribbon made me smile,
thinking about my Sir doing the same thing later as he unlaced me.
I picked it up and took a really deep breath! It fastened at the front with
hook and eye fasteners; I needed it to be tight to please him. Sure I could
have slackened off the ribbons but that would have felt like cheating.
My straight black skirt which stopped just at my knee but had a split at one
side, went on next.
I looked at the boots we had picked together – high heels, pointed toes in a
wonderful caramel/toffee colour, they stopped just below my knee. He loved
being able to see the tiny gap between where my boots stopped and the skirt
started – that inch of skin – smiles – in some ways I think he liked it more
than the flesh at the top of my stockings!
I had my instructions, knew exactly what I had to do, how could I not, I had
read his email so many times I could recite it word for word.
……..exactly 8.12pm, not a minute sooner or later……….
Be ready for him! He need never tell me that, I always was, just hearing
his voice, seeing his name in my inbox, seeing that message to say he had
signed in, seeing his number come up on my phone. Just thinking about him
as I write these things had given me goose bumps and butterflies, I wish
there was a better word than ohhhhhhhh and mmmmmmmmm to describe the
feelings.
Our first meeting we had talked about spending the weekend together. Yes we
had met before, yes we had talked about me serving him, yes we had
conversations over the phone, but this was it! The fantasy becoming
reality.
I knocked on his hotel room door. I could see my hand shaking almost as fast as my
heart was beating. Heard the click as he turned the handle and almost
stopped breathing. He saw my nerves, smiled and said ‘relax lilone’!
‘lilone’ he knows that word just makes me melt.
The door shut behind me and before he could turn round, I assumed the ‘cuff
up position’ – my feet shoulder width part, my chest pushed out, with my
shoulders back and my arms behind my back, my eyes lowered to the floor.
I could see his feet, smell his aftershave, and hear his breathing as he
circled round me, his eyes touching me in place of his hands – it felt like
he could see inside me, like he could see my soul.
I heard his voice ‘well lilone’ now it is time for you to show me, how much you
have learnt’
WOW, hearing that almost physically changes me. I know I have no
opinion, what I would like as ‘lilone’ does not matter, ‘lilone’ is her Sir’s
possession, his property to do with as he wishes. As ‘lilone’ I almost become
someone else.
I feel his hands undo the zip of my skirt and push it down over my hips. His
fingers exploring his property – feeling how wet I am. One, Two, Three
fingers deep inside my pussy, fingering his possession, and whilst I can’t see him, I hope he is smiling, knowing just how much control he has over me, how wet he makes me, before we have even
started.
The finger fucking stops as quickly as it started. He tells me to turn to
him and open my mouth, keeping my eyes lowered. I obey immediately. The
fingers that were in my pussy are now in my mouth and he is telling me to
suck. As I suck I hear him tell me that he pleased with how I have prepared
my cunt for him, soft, smooth and wet!
He needs both his hands as he squeezes my breasts, his finger and thumb
finding the nipples. I can feel my how hard my nipples are. I so want him to
remove the corset and feel his hands, his lips, his tongue his teeth on my
nipples. The pain becoming pleasure as I become his property, his
possession.
Can he read my mind? It feels like it sometimes, I haven’t said a word but
he starts to undo my corset, then stops! I want to scream Nooooooooooooo,
but I am not allowed. I have to bite my bottom lip to stop the word coming
out of my mouth.
He then roughly pulls my tits out over the top of the corset – the boning is
digging into the underside of them, but I can ignore that as I watch and
feel his mouth take first one nipple then the other into his mouth. Sucking
hard, then just before releasing each one, biting it – to remind me – today
is about him and me serving him!
He guides me to the edge of the bed and sits me down. He asks if I remember
some of my lessons – sensory depravation, I nod as he covers my eyes with
the blindfold and I tell myself, remember to breathe, you are safe, he is
with you this time, nothing is going to happen. I feel him take hold of my
hands and tie them behind my back; I also feel a tie around my elbows which
forces my tits out even further. I can’t see him but I can sense his smile.
I do so hope I am pleasing him. Thinking about serving him, talking about
serving him, just seems so different to actually now doing it, but different
in a way I find hard to describe – it is like another level. Feels like I
am on the outside looking in, is this really me? Daft, because I know it is
and more importantly it is what I need, what I want doesn’t come into it,
this is what I need. My Sir.
I feel something cold on my nipple and cry out as the steel clamps start to
bite. It feels so different to the pegs I have used previously. I know the
other nipple will be clamped and even though I can’t see, I screw my eyes up
and bite the inside of my lip in preparation for the pain I know will come.
He whispers in my ear ‘kneel’ and as he does I hear his zip being undone!
My mind races, this is it, this is the moment, this is what I have longed
for, the moment I get to feel my Sir’s cock deep inside my mouth.
He tells me to open my mouth, not to suck, not to do anything just to open
my mouth – he then takes hold of the back of my head and rams his cock deep
into my mouth. I gag, I can’t pull back, he just holds me there. Remember
to breath, remember to breathe, breathe through your nose, don’t disappoint
him now – voices in my head, telling me what I already know.
He pulls my head back, watches me as I take in gulps of air, then tells me
to suck. He is still in control though, still him using me, using my mouth
for his pleasure, he is controlling the pace. If I could have a wish right
now it would be for my arms to be free so I could caress his balls as I was
sucking his cock, to use my fingernails to gently scratch the skin between
his balls and his arse, mmmmmm.
I continue to suck, loving every second, knowing by the throbbing of his
cock that he is pleased. Forgetting the pain my nipples are in, just
concentrating on pleasing my Sir. Wondering if he will allow me to taste
and swallow his cum, or if he will stop before he cums. So wanting to have
part of him inside me, to be able to hold my stomach and know that he is
still inside me. He stops.
He pats me on the head and tells me I am being a good girl. He helps me to
stand. I feel his hands tugging the clamps on my nipples, I can tell by the
pressure that he is being gentle but if feels like they are about to
explode. He removes the clamps, I scream, I want to hold my tits to make the
pain go away but can’t, instead he intensifies the feeling by taking my
nipples into his mouth and sucking.
His hand goes between my legs and he says he knows I liked the sensation the
clamps gave me because of how wet I am for him. He is standing so close to
me, his cock still hard. He takes hold of my hand and leads me across the
room. He unties my arms and tells me to go into expose position (kneeling
with my legs apart, my left cheek on the floor and my arms at right angles
to my head).
I gulp, I blush, I knew it was going to happen, but actually allowing him to
see my arse open to him, the thing that scared me the most, the thing he had
worked so hard on with me. I couldn’t let him down now, he had told me that
if I wasn’t comfortable with this, it would be because of his failure to
know how to help me overcome my fear, How could I allow my fear to make my
Sir feel that way, I couldn’t!
I must have held my breath, because I heard him tell me to breathe! He told
me he was going to take the blindfold off but that I was to keep my eyes
shut. I knew I could do that but wondered why. I felt his hands on my
arse, the fingers of one hand running down the crack… I mustn’t tense, I
want to do this, please don’t let my body go against what my heart
wants….the pressure at the entrance. My breathing is short and sharp as I
feel, his fingers, gently pushing, so so gently, not wanting to scare me,
just wanting to take me to that magical place where fear ends and mystery
and magic take over. Pushing far enough to know he has taken me there but
not so far as to make it a place I never want to go back to.
It is like nothing I have ever felt before, he knows, he has been there
before, he remembers how it was for him and wants to give me that. He tells
me to open my eyes and look in the floor length mirror.
His smile tells me all I need to now and as I see his finger inside my arse,
for the very first time, I smile back and know that this is the start of a
wonderful journey of exploration without fear!
