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Begging for Release - part 2
As you walk through the doorway into your cozy apartment, Jackson follows closely behind, his eyes darting around the room as he takes in your personal space. The dim lighting and comfortable furniture create an intimate atmosphere that immediately sets the mood for the evening ahead.
‘Welcome to my home,’ you say, turning to face him with a smile. ‘I hope you’re ready for some more exploration.’
Jackson swallows hard, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of nervousness and excitement. ‘I am,’ he says firmly. ‘Thank you for inviting me here.’
You lead Jackson to your bedroom, where you have an assortment of BDSM gear laid out on the bed. Handcuffs, a flogger, and a few other toys catch his eye as he takes in the scene before him.
‘I thought we could take things up a notch tonight,’ you say, picking up a pair of cuffs and holding them out for Jackson to see. ‘What do you think?’
Jackson licks his lips, his eyes fixed on the cuffs in your hand. ‘I’m game,’ he says, his voice husky with desire.
You smile and begin to fasten the cuffs around his wrists, making sure they’re secure but not too tight. As you do so, Jackson’s breathing quickens, and you can see the bulge in his pants growing larger by the second.
‘Now,’ you say, once the cuffs are in place, ‘how about we try out a little role-play scenario?’
Jackson raises an eyebrow, intrigued. ‘What did you have in mind?’ he asks.
You walk over to your dresser and pick up a collar from among your collection of BDSM gear. ‘I thought we could play with the idea of you being my devoted slave,’ you say, holding up the collar for him to see. ‘While you’re wearing that chastity belt, of course.’
Jackson’s eyes widen as he takes in the sight of the collar, and he nods his agreement. You fasten it around his neck, making sure it’s comfortable but secure.
‘From now on,’ you say sternly, ‘you will refer to me as either “Mistress” or “Goddess”. Understand?’
‘Yes, Mistress,’ Jackson replies obediently.
You run your fingers over the chastity belt that encircles his waist, feeling the cool metal against your skin. ‘Remember,’ you say, looking him in the eye, ‘I have complete control over your pleasure tonight.’
Jackson shudders with anticipation as he nods his understanding. You spend the next few hours exploring your dominance and his submission, using the cuffs and flogger to tease and torment him. Jackson obeys your every command, calling you “Mistress” or “Goddess” as instructed, and catering to your every whim.
Finally, after an evening of exploration and play, you decide it’s time to release him from his chastity belt. You unlock the device, allowing Jackson the release he’s been craving all night. Together, you cuddle on the couch, discussing your experiences and feelings as you both come down from the intense high of your BDSM adventure.
You stroke Jackson’s cheek gently as you look into his eyes. ‘Tell me, how does it feel?’ He takes a deep breath and replies, ‘It feels amazing, Goddess. Knowing that I’m denied release just heightens my desire for you even more.’ His voice is low and husky with lust. You smile at his words, enjoying the power you hold over him. ‘Good,’ you say, running your fingers along the chastity belt. ‘Because tonight, I’m going to tease and torment you until you can’t take it anymore.’ Jackson shivers with anticipation, and his eyes darken with desire. ‘Yes, Goddess. Please do.’ You sit up on the couch and pull him towards you. ‘On your knees,’ you command. Jackson obeys immediately, lowering himself to the floor in front of you. You run your fingers through his hair, enjoying the feel of it between your fingers. ‘Now, kiss my feet,’ you say, extending one leg in front of him. Jackson leans forward and presses his lips to your toes, then begins to kiss and lick your foot, working his way up to your ankle. You moan softly as he pays homage to your body, his tongue skilled and eager. ‘Mmm, that feels good,’ you say, running your fingers along the back of his neck. ‘But I want more.’ Jackson looks up at you with a mix of desire and devotion in his eyes. ‘Anything for you, Goddess.’ You smile and stand up, leading him to your bedroom. Once there, you lie down on the bed and gesture for him to join you. He climbs onto the mattress and positions himself between your legs, his face hovering just above your throbbing center. ‘Lick me,’ you command, spreading your legs wider. Jackson needs no further encouragement. He dips his head and begins to lap at your swollen folds, his tongue darting in and out of your entrance. You moan with pleasure as he explores your body, his skills as a lover evident in every stroke. As you grow closer to orgasm, you can’t help but think I love having this much control over him. The power you wield is intoxicating, and the pleasure he provides is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. Suddenly, Jackson stops and looks up at you with a mischievous grin. ‘Not so fast, Goddess,’ he says, his voice low and teasing. ‘I want to make this last.’ You gasp in surprise and sit up, glaring at him playfully. ‘You don’t get to decide when I come, slave,’ you say, your tone firm but flirtatious. ‘Now finish what you started.’ Jackson chuckles and shakes his head. ‘No, Goddess. Not until you beg me for it.’ Your eyes widen in shock, but then a smile spreads across your face. You love the game he’s playing, and you’re more than willing to play along. ‘Please,’ you say, your voice soft and pleading. ‘I need you to make me come. I can’t take it anymore.’ Jackson grins and resumes his ministrations, his tongue dancing over your clit in rapid circles. You moan loudly as the sensation builds, your hips bucking against his face. ‘Yes,’ you cry out. ‘That’s it! Don’t stop!’ Jackson doesn’t listen, pulling away again just as you’re on the brink of orgasm. You whimper in frustration, but he simply laughs and says, ‘Not yet, Goddess.’ You reach down and grab his hair, trying to guide him back to your aching center. ‘Please,’ you beg. ‘I need to come. I can’t take it anymore.’ Jackson chuckles and shakes his head. ‘Begging is good, but it’s not enough. Prove to me how much you want it.’ You gaze into his eyes, determination burning within you. Slowly, you lean back on the bed and spread your legs wide, exposing yourself completely to him. ‘Take me,’ you say, your voice raw with desire. ‘Make me come. I’m yours tonight, and I’ll give you pleasure when I see fit.’ Jackson’s eyes darken with lust, and he leans in to resume his task. This time, there’s no stopping him. He devours your pussy with abandon, his tongue relentless as it laps at your clit. You cry out in ecstasy as the orgasm crashes over you, your body shuddering with pleasure. As your climax subsides, Jackson crawls up the bed and kisses you passionately, his tongue exploring your mouth as if he’s trying to taste your essence. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer, lost in the sensations of the moment. Finally, you break the kiss and look into his eyes. ‘That was incredible,’ you say, your voice still breathless from your orgasm. Jackson smiles and brushes a stray hair from your face. ‘It’s only the beginning, Goddess.’