My Fantasy Date Sex Story 18
It was a night of fantasy. Dee couldn’t catch her breath with excitement as she awaited Kyle’s return from the office. It had been about a month since their last game, and this one had only been mentioned once or twice in passing a couple of weeks earlier and had since been forgotten.
In that way, it seemed more thrilling, and Dee was certain that Kyle would remember the specifics of the conversation she had had with him late one evening when she had revealed one of her most intimate and disturbing desires to him, in the middle of the night.
Kyle. When she thought about her spouse, her heart beat just a little bit quicker. He was so sensuous, so incredibly sexual – and he reserved it all for her. It was a beautiful thing to see. While other ladies had taken note of his amazing looks, they were unaware of just how hot he could be.
Dee smirked, recalling the overheard dialogue from earlier that day in her mind. Her attention was drawn away from her work at the photocopier when she heard voices outside the window: Julie and Carrie, smoking their customary stealth cigarette outside the window.
“So, I saw Kyle for the second time yesterday. Based on his treatment of me, I believe he doesn’t understand the difference between a woman and one of his blessed computers.” (Dee was aware that Julie had slept with five of the male members of staff, though it is possible that there were more, and she saw Dee’s lack of interest as a personal insult.)
“Oh, no, he wouldn’t – he’s married to Dee, after all!” The two ladies burst out laughing at the same time. “They were high school sweethearts, you know, before they both began working here,” Carrie sarcastically added.
They were most likely virgins till the day of their wedding.
“It’s likely that they’re still virgins,” Julie speculated. “Or do you believe he has a timer set on his home computer?” says the author. ‘Beep beep,’ it’s time to get some sex on. “‘Beep, beep,’ it’s time to wrap things up.”
“Do you really believe it’s just two minutes of missionary position every Friday night?” “What was the highlight of the week?”
“Or a lowlight,” Julie said in response.
Dee had sat and listened intently to the dialogue, which had kept her engaged. Probably, she should have been insulted, but the two females were so far off the mark that she had a hard time keeping her laughter contained. What if they were aware of how angry and furious they sounded – without even realizing what they had to be jealous of?!
He’d be back home in no time. Following that, Dee checked her watch and looked in the mirror to make sure her hair and make-up were in order. She sat down, rose up, and sat down again for the nth time, smoothing a hand over her hair each time. She was a nervous wreck, to say the least!
Even when they first started exchanging tales and playing them out… well, she never believed she’d be able to tell even him about this desire she’d been harboring for so long. But she had faith in him, and she was shivering with excitement as much as trepidation as she faced the unknown.
Kyle was going to seize control tonight — this was the time. She would happily – and wantonly – allow herself to be controlled by her guy, submitting to his every command. She would be Kyle’s plaything, his toy, and she would have no independent thought; she would be obedient to Kyle’s commands. Whatever Kyle had in mind. Whatever. She clenched her legs together, her skin quivering with longing.
When the key turned in the lock, Dee could feel her pulse rate increase.
spike.
“Kyle?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Kyle came into the sitting area as the door to the room opened.
Dee took a big breath and continued. Amazingly, he dressed appropriately for the occasion. With each passing glance from the leather jacket to the sharp-cut trousers (her gaze lingering appreciatively at his crotch) and finally down to the polished boots, the tingling became stronger. He looked her in the eyes and raised a brow in response.
“Didn’t you know you were supposed to stand up when I walked into the room, little submissive?” I’m expecting you to be courteous.
You can’t possibly need to be punished for disobedience at this point in time, can you? “I’m dissatisfied with your performance.”
Despite the fact that he had completed speaking, Dee was already on her feet.
“Please accept my apologies, Kyle.”
Then, with a stomp, he approached her and took her chin in his grip.
“That’s master to you,” he remarked, a frigid tone in his voice.
“Yes, master,” she said with a sigh.
His grasp eased, and he cracked a grin.
“You’re a good girl. Now, I’ve purchased a gift for you. “Stay just where you are.”
She stood exactly where he had left her, completely immobile and scarcely daring to move a muscle as he walked away.
And who could predict what Kyle would do to her if she moved without permission? Her thoughts were sensual enough that she was nearly willing to move just to look; however, Kyle returned before she had a chance to do so, and her eyes widened as she recognized something in his partially disguised hand.
When he said “kneel,” she was on her knees in front of him, and he smiled.
He turned his palm around so that she could see it clearly, and she realized she had not been deceived by the snatched gaze. He was in possession of
a collar made of leather
My fantasy date sex story 18
“Undress for me, Dee,” says Dee. She could still hear the tone of authority in his words, but she felt her face flush with delight at his unmistakable eagerness. She struggled to get to her feet, but his hand on her shoulder kept her from doing so. “No. Continue to be there.
“You shall undress at the soles of my feet.”
With her eyes meeting his, she proceeded to unbutton the thin white shirt she was wearing at the time. Sliding it off, she quickly reached behind herself and unhooked her bra hooks with her hands.
“Next, put on your skirt,” Kyle suggested.
“Yes, master,” says the narrator.
Even though it was a battle, Kyle showed no indications of relenting and allowing her to rise once she was out of the kneeling posture. He had a blank expression on his face, but the bulge in his pants, which was so close to her face, conveyed a different tale. She finally managed to wiggle free and gave him an inquisitive look, not daring to say anything.
“Everything,” he said, his voice quiet.
Her bra was unclasped and thrown away, and then her pantyhose were thrown away. She was completely undressed. She was completely nude, while he was fully clothed: this was the ultimate display of dominance.
“Very excellent,” he said with a drawl. He knelt beside her and wrapped the collar of her shirt over her neck. Dee, pay attention to me because you are at my direction as long as you are wearing this collar.
You shall adhere to my every command, every whim, and every… whimsy. Until it is gone, I am the one who makes the decisions. Understand?”
“Yes, master,” she said, her voice hushed.
She then realized that the collar had two purposes. First and foremost, it serves as a symbol of her position in the power game, but it also serves as a safety net. She was required to comply at all times while wearing the collar. However, if she were to remove it, the game would be finished. It represented her own sense of control, and it demonstrated more than anything else why she loved and trusted Kyle so much.
“Thank you very much, master.”
He helped her to her feet by taking her hand in his.
“Take a good look at yourself,” he said.
She strolled to the mirror, conscious of Kyle’s gaze roving over her body the whole time. It took her a while to adjust to the sight of the lady looking back at her from behind the window glass. Dee had never thought of herself as being very attractive, much alone as being particularly attractive. A youthful, sexy reflection, on the other hand, gazed out at her.
A mouth that begs to be plucked; huge, dark eyes; flushed cheeks; a mouth that begs to be plucked. Then, lower down, there are large and weighty breasts that are capped with strong coral-colored nipples that protrude forward. A thin line from her summer tan showed how modestly she’d worn outside that August; however the collar was an inch wide and contrasted darkly with her pale neck, indicating that she’d dressed out of doors that August. Kyle’s distinctive stamp of ownership. The sensuous lady in the glass was something Dee had never imagined herself having in her dreams before; now, staring at her, she could not picture this scenario without it. It was just wonderful.
“Do you like what you see, Dee?” says the narrator.
Kyle approached her from behind and attracted her reflection’s attention. He ran a possessive hand down her arm, pinning her to the ground. On her naked flesh, the contact of his fingers felt like a shockwave had been sent. She jerked her head, taking a deep, inhaled breath. She was pushed into him as he went closer, and her back scraped across the smooth-rough fabric of his jacket as he did so.
It smelled like leather, so she lay her head back on his shoulder and reveled in the sensual pleasure she was experiencing.
Her breasts were cupped by one of his legs as they were pushed together by one of her legs. The pads of his thumbs were pressed on her engorged nipples, and she moaned with delight as he did so.
“It’s great that you enjoy it,” Kyle stated with appreciation. “It appeals to me as well.” He pulled her even more onto his leg, so that she was resting her head on his thigh.
she could feel the pressing weight of his erection pushing on the sole of her shoe. “Can you get a sense of how much I like it?”
“Oh, absolutely!” says the narrator.
Kyle’s demeanor seemed to shift in an instant as a result of her statements. He pulled her aside and brought her down on her knees once again.
What he really wanted to know was, “Yes – what?”
“Master.”
She bent her head, as though apologizing in silence. Before extending a booted foot in front of her, he knelt beside her and stroked a finger over the collar of her shirt.
“Lick.”
She raised her head, unsure of what she was going to say. Was he truly intending for her to…? Once again, he had no expression on his face. She had the ability to stop this at any point, but she didn’t – well, she really didn’t – want to end it right now. With her knees bowed, she kissed the smooth surface of his boot, which had been polished by the sun. She could feel him moving slightly above her, and when she glanced up, she noticed that he had undone his fly and had let his erection to spring freely.
“Yes, Dee, you understand what you need to do next,” he reassured her.
Fellatio had always been a favorite of hers, dating back to their initial sexual experiences as adolescents, when the threat of pregnancy made sexual interactions as dangerous as they were intriguing.
She adored the sensation of having him in her arms, the weight of him on her shoulders, the taste of him in her lips, and the dual sensations of vulnerability (which were heightened tenfold by her current position and nakedness) and power. While she was wrapped around his crotch, Kyle tried something new:
he tangled his fingers in her hair to remind her that, even as she was wrapped around his crotch, he was still in control. He touched the back of her neck as she surrounded his head with her tongue and then opened her lips wider to swallow him whole, into her mouth until he reached the back of her throat. After that, she relocated.
prompted to do so by the pressure of his hands on her head, and by the quietly mumbled words of encouragement and admiration from him.
“There, there; that’s it, my obedient one; you know what you’re doing now. I’ll leave it at that.” “Come on, Dee, you’ve got what it takes.”
With one hand gripping his inner thigh and the other going up to seize his arse, she was ready to strike. She knew exactly what he loved and wanted to give it all to him, but he held her back with his fingers firmly in her hair, despite the fact that his ragged breathing indicated that he was on the verge of losing his mind.
“No, Dee. Not at all. I’d want to take you somewhere. It is my desire to enter your body at the same time you are pleading with me to fuck you.”
When he spoke something, Dee felt her hand going between her own legs. Even though Kyle wasn’t the kind to say things like this normally – at least not her Kyle – she found herself helplessly attracted to this new, dominating version of her husband. He yanked her hand away from him.
“You are not to touch yourself until I say so, Dee.”
“Yes, master,” says the narrator.
His lips twitched slightly as a faint grin crept over them.
“However, now that you’ve planted the seed of an idea in my brain… yeah, go ahead, little one. Demonstrate to me what you do to yourself. Demonstrate to me how you enjoy yourself while you’re alone yourself. “How about putting on a little show for me, hmm?”
She wished she could and wished she couldn’t, but not in the same proportions. Her need, her urge to touch herself, was making her feel dizzy to the point of dizziness. She reached down with one hand, the other fondling her breasts (first one, then the other) almost instinctively as her primary concentration was focused on the nub between her thighs. She felt hot and wet, and she was very aware that Kyle was looking at her. As her urge intensified, she increased the speed and firmness of her fingers, which eventually resulted in her death.
“Stop right now,” Kyle said.
Dee whimpered, not wanting to come to a stop now that she was so close.
She was so near, but Kyle’s fingers were caressing her collar, reminding her of her need to obey, and she unwillingly removed her hands from her body to avoid being electrocuted.
“Get down on your hands and knees.”
She gave him one more glance, as if she wanted to remember everything about this particular moment. Even though Kyle is still fully dressed, he stands over her, his eyes black with want and love in his gaze. Oh, how she yearned for him. She knelt on her hands and knees, and she felt him kneel behind her. He poked about with his fingers for a second, then, as she cried for more, he drove himself further into her. Then he muttered, digging his claws into her shoulders and asking, “What do you want, Dee?”
She understood what he was getting at. She would have to beg – no, grovel – for his attentions if she wanted them.
“You,” she said in hushed tones.
“Why, I’m here!” he taunted, slipping into her with a tantalizing softness that she couldn’t resist.
“More,” Dee demanded emphatically.
Kyle kept his gentle motion going while giggling quietly to himself.
His response was, “Oh, I guess you’ll have to ask me more politely than that.”
When he asked for more, she pleaded, “Please, Kyle – master,” then added, as he waited for her to say anything more, “Please, fuck me.” Please.”
Her back arched as he stroked his claws down her spine, and she smiled as he finished.
“How could I say no to you when you ask in such a kind manner?”
But it wasn’t only him who was pushing and pushing into her; it was also her who was rocking back and forth, increasing the speed and pressure, concerned only with getting to that peak of bliss. She tripped over it, sobbing a wordless litany of joy before she felt him tremble within her as he reached the summit of his own little mountain.
After that, they sat on the floor with their arms over one other’s shoulders. Her collar was gently removed by Kyle, who stretched up and did so with soft fingertips.
“Darling,” he gushed, “you were just fantastic.” He cracked a grin.
“I don’t believe we’ll get rid of this just soon, either,” says the author.
Moreover, she was well aware that her dream had had an effect on him.
