Against the wall [Female submissive erotic encounter fiction by me - Part I]

The door bell rings, and you straighten down your tight black dress in the mirror as you approach the door. You smile at yourself observing the no visible underwear lines, just as Master prefers, no underwear.

You feel your pulse quicken, breath becomes shallow, it has been a week since you were last able to please your Master, and the need in you has become a physical presence, a deep weight in the pit of your stomach.

You open the door and there he is, his eyes hold yours, not a word is spoken. He then looks you up and down, slowly. You feel his x-ray eyes undress you, and you feel yourself getting wet. What he does to me, you think out loud!

He gives an almost imperceptible nod, you have passed, and he steps in. 'Thank you', he says, still in the hall way. 'Today is for you. You will orgasm for me, but only when I give you permission. Do you understand?'

Your stomach drops, and you feel yourself getting slick, damn you think, betrayed by my body! You nod in response, no words for Master.

He pushes you against the wall, not hard, but you know that resistance is not an option. He draws in close, and his physical proximity is intoxicating. His scent, his heat, his breathing deepening, your senses sore as you take him in.

You want to kiss his slightly parted lips, as he leans in and allows his to graze yours, but you know you are not allowed, not yet.

He hands glide down you curves, his thumbs catch over your sensitive nipples, which instantly harden and sends shafts of pleasure through you. They reach the hem of your short dress and raise it up, higher and higher, until it is over your hips. You are naked and vulnerable, a prisoner to his desire.

A single hand now is placed on your inside thigh, gentle yet firm, with purpose, and slowly it works its way up your thigh. Your skin tingles in response, your wetness spreading and flowing now more freely.

I want him in me, you think, anticipating what is to come. Your knees weaken, but he holds you more firmly against the wall and his hand pauses. 'Stay still' he growls. You submit and try to strengthen your resolve.

His hand continues, higher and higher, closer and closer to you....

...would you like me to continue? Part II for positive comments and feedback!

Enjoy, Tom

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