Silence is Golden

I am an amazing chatterbox so one of my fantasys has two aspects, the first being a self regulated silence. So I am ordered to be silent but not gagged so I have to focus all of my energy on remaining silent.

the second part of this would be that I would find it practically impossible and so of couse puishment would then be needed!

I would have to be gagged. But also the idea of having a silent orgasm while having an enforced eye contact. *shivers*

Gagged you would be, a nice big red ballgag, or a pacifier stuffed into your pretty little mouth to keep you quiet.

You will sit in a chair, hands over your head, legs open. You will look into my eyes, and you will have little choice as a collar holds your neck in place.

I look into your eyes, penetrating you with mine.

My eyes conquer and slowly control your soul.

You squirm and tense, but there is no escape.

I stare into your soul.

You surrender.

You cum.

Silence is Golden, your mouth is shut, while your cunt sings my tunes, just how I want you.

I am a HUGE eye contact fan, there are somethings that cannot be hidden and if the body lies the eyes will betray it.
Thankyou Sir.

One aspires to heights that is unreachable, or enjoys the ardous journey to get there. I suspect you like both. Please read on for your pleasure and your thoughts.

Our eyes meet across the room. Though your chattering is heard amongst the other many voices, our eyes connect.

Can sight be heard, I wonder?

Like a salmon, I meander my way across the large hall. You step just a few feet, and just while your about to say hello, my hand gently touches your lips. I don't say a word, but nod my head left and right.

I take your hand, and we walk outside to enjoy the summer stars. They dance for our delight, and all we hear are the night sounds and our breathing. We stroll down to the gardens – the sounds of the gathering growing fainter. It is warm and humid, with no wind.

We continue to walk through a splendid garden. Too bad the event was not here, for it is quite lovely – the scent of summer blossoms fill the air.

My eyes look deep into yours and we both become entranced. The most basic instinct of raw sexual delight draw us together. You again try to say something, but my hand again presses on your sweet soft lips. I slowly give you a kiss, but continue looking deep into your eyes.

We are locked into this silent world where only two people exist. Our lust shouts out, but hidden in the night air.

I place both hands on your waist, moving them up and pressing so softly against your breasts. Our eyes are melded as if it is our only line of communication. It is – for this moment – our total existence.

I continue raising my hands and slowly undress you completely. Your breathing becomes heavier, and I again place my hands on your lips, while the other is placed on your stomach.

“How can I do this with out sound, or breathing or movement?”, you think to yourself. Though not a word spoken, I answer back with my eyes.

With your dress in my hands, I fashion a knot and tie your wrists. What little is left, I secure to branch of a tree. You are stretched with your feet barely touching the ground.

I stand back, and admire, but our eyes never yield.

I walk back while I put my finger to my mouth to give you a silent “Shhhh”.

A rake has been left behind a tree. While maintaining eye contact, I pick up the rack and lay it before you. About to look down, I place my hand under your chin and hold it up and I shake my head left and right. You understand that our sight is what gives us immortality.

I take my shirt off. Taking one sleeve I secure your right ankle to one end of the rake, and the other sleeve to the other side of the rake. Our eyes never wonder off.

With you suspended and spread-eagle, I look further into your eyes. A sense of fear arises, as you now realize that your at a dear friends dinner party, and such a display would be horrendous. Our lust is strong, and thus the journey to estacy will be ardous. I press my feet on the rack to hold you tawt. With our eyes continually fixed on each other, I place my finger into your mouth. You suck it passionately. Without a wisp of sound, you lubricate it quite well.

I slowly move my finger to your precious garden and slowly give you a slow and methodical massage. I maintain your silence with my other hand to your mouth by merely touching your lips gently.

With the other hand free, I play with your nipples – massaging and squeezing.

Beads of sweat roll down your forehead and your under arms.

You can not breath loud or even make movement – definitely not make a sound.

Our eyes never lose contact. You look deeper into mine. Your chattering is now a steady look into mine. You're telling me more and more, faster and faster.

Your screaming in silence as I pleasure you so slowly.

You thoughts of what kind of punishment if you mad a sound or a peep. The punishment is in the pleasure you are receiving by not being able to make a sound. You cannot make a sound – any sound or noise!

Reaching these new heights will be through our eyes – an eternal passage.

With the silence of the evening, your screams of estacy bounce from your eyes to mine. You sweet juice pours onto my hand as you reach a pinnacle one rarely reaches.

Every fiber in you struggles to keep silent and maintain eye contact. Your head begins to shake violently, but I gently restrain it. You are cover with sweat of lust, unwilling to let go – unwilling to lose eye contact.

I begin to notice that your closing your eyes, and I look deeper into it to give you encouragement and strength.

Your entire body trembles like a volcano inside, and only your eyes can scream of estacy.

I continue until you are fully pleasured and depleted.

I untie you, and we both get dresseed – though our clothes are quite damp. We walk slowly back to the gathering. We have enjoyed one another and it cools are passions.

Before entering the hallway, I give you a deep and sensuous kiss. You then go to the bathroom to freshen up.

Your friends ask where have you been for such a long time, and who was that man.

You answer is a smile – one very silent smile.

You are talking too much, as usual, distracting my guests from the topic of conversation. Without any warning, I shove a big red ballgag into your mouth and silence you.

The guests look relieved. You are going to be made an example of. You are bound across a bench, sans panties, your ass raised high, and are placed at the dinner table. Where once your face was, now your ass is.
Everyone's looking at your bottom and preferring it. Later, the guests leave, and I sit before you, staring at your gagged face, your eyes wide and respectful.
Sure enough, as I look into your eyes, juices drip into the bowl I have placed between your legs. That says more than your mouth ever could.