The Lady and the Man

"Ohhh Benjamin, one more lick, just one more." The thought of pulling away from his mouth was seriously distressing no matter how imperative.

I agonizingly pulled myself away from his delicious, sweet mouth. Stepping down off the chair I wanted him on my bed. There may have been a second of disappointment as I backed away, I wasn't going to let that feeling linger.

"You have all the qualities of a sweet submissive nature. To be truthfully honest, I could certainly get very use to picking up the phone and telling you I need some attention, I'm sure you wouldn't refuse."

"If it were within my power to answer your request, provide you whatever you needed, I can assure you ma'am I would be at your beck and call feeding both our voracious appetites no doubt." Benjamin was proving to be a diamond in the rough. With a little polishing I had no reason to believe he would sparkle and become a priceless gem.

"If you use your mouth to take my panties off I'll allow you to lie down on my bed and I'll feed you what you want most." Offering him the chance to enjoy an unexpected but welcomed task only heightened his desire.

Benjamin wasted no time. He quickly got down on the floor perched on his knees and deftly, seamlessly grasped the band of my panties from my waist between his teeth. The tugging was slow but deliberate, my toy liked this part of the game. In a very tactile movement he had a mouthful of silk down over my thighs, stopping to lick the shimmering sweetness that had dripped so perfectly. Over my ankles, off my body and expertly coiled in a ball between his lips in a matter of minutes.

"You're quite nimble, here let me take them for you." I couldn't resist wiping the beads of perspiration on his forehead with the silky softness, holding them perhaps an extra second or two, or three, under his nose. With a deep breath I was sure he appreciated my kind gesture.

"Stand up please Benjamin." Getting to his feet I wanted to see his body. "I think we need to take off your clothes so you can feel my body against your skin. Take your clothes off sweet Benjamin, slowly, I want you to tease me, make me want you even more."

I crawled up onto my bed and laid back against the pillows while he stood at the foot of the bed. Of course I spread my knees and leisurely petted my downy mound. His eyes were captivated and following my fingers while opening each button on his shirt, he played the game perfectly. His shirt off, his belt unbuckled, pants unzipped he stepped out of them. With a grin he slowly revealed his pride and joy for me. I'd felt that shaft of masculinity earlier, now I saw it and had to smile. I suppose out of sheer natural reaction his fingers wrapped around his rigid stiffness and stoked gently with a steady hand.

"Ummm ... I have quite a bit to look forward to." I couldn't help but imagine him hovering over me driving deep and hard. "Come and lie down Benjamin, I have something special for you. This is how the game is played you see. I direct you and you obey me, we both have exactly what we want. Dominance doesn't have to be humiliating, degrading, hard or painful ... no ... not at all, dominance is exciting and playful just as I said it would be."

"If this is your idea of control and being dominant than I've been living under a misconception."

"You see it's all in how we ask for what we want. Why wouldn't you do as I ask when you realize that for your compliance, obedience, you receive exactly what you desire the most?

You want nothing more than to rest your face between my thighs and spend as much time as you wish pleasing me. Possibly I allow you to bring me to a powerful orgasm and I rain sweetness into your mouth. Perhaps I close my eyes and clench my jaws holding back as long as I can from cumming on your handsome face. Then I just may tell you to lick me, suck me, stiffen your tongue and drive into me as I ride the crest of a thunderous eruption. Would you like to make the choice of how you please me?"

"No Layla, I think we're doing just fine with you in control."

"That's good, we're in sync so it seems. I'd like to add a bit of adventure for us if you agree?"

"I'm in your hands Mi 'Lady." With that simple admission his submissive surrender was given freely and I accepted it as a true gift of confidence and agreement. This was not just another Saturday night with simply any prospective Mr. Wonderful. Deep down inside I knew there was a feeling that quite simply couldn't be denied. It's not as complex as we make it, it's all about the added element of excitement for sure, giving and receiving, that's the end result we all search for if we're being honest.

"Lie down on the bed Benjamin and close your eyes."

As he made his way to the bed I reached for something that I knew would only enhance his excitement and pleasure exponentially. My own enjoyment was about to become definitely intensified. Once he was relaxing comfortably I wrapped soft black silk cords around his wrists and ankles. There was no fear or refusal. We had previously spoken about sensory deprivation and this was a gentle introduction for my very willing subject. Tying him to the bed posts might have been a bit disconcerting until he aptly realized that at any moment he could certainly free himself. This was a spirited game for me, not a way of life, certainly not a power struggle.

"You wanted me to permit you to please me by having me sit on your sweet mouth. You've earned that treat although I'm sure the pleasure will be tenfold for me. All you have to do is ask for what you want sweet Benjamin." Now the ball was in his court, we would see just how well he could serve.

"If you would allow me to please you Mi 'lady by sitting on my face I'm sure you won't be

disappointed ma'am?" Even though he was currently restricted the absolute devilish smile on his face told me that he was more than enjoying being conquered by Mi 'lady.

Crawling up the bed between his legs I couldn't resist myself and traced his thighs with the warm wet tip of my tongue. The involuntary jerking of his rock solid erection was both amusing and admittedly personally arousing. There is certainly something to be admired in a man who is bound yet solidly firm. I had every reason to believe that at this very moment my sweet Benjamin was exactly where he wanted to be.

There may have been a loss of patience, a desire that became frustration, turning as he felt into despair, my game becoming one he didn't wish to play. Looking at him now, I can say that I was thoroughly enjoying the heightened level of his apparent desire.

Perhaps I did push his patience, I won't apologize for my lingering. Benjamin should have realized that men have the ability to feel fire as quickly as the strike of a match, a woman heats up much slower, like an iron, measured burning but oh so hot when she reaches the highest point of arousal. Once the iron begins to steam only pulling the cord can end the scorching power inside her. I'm not all sugar and spice, I'm more naughty than nice, and I like it that way.

One final piece of essential power remained. Slipping off the bed I opened the drawer of the night table and retrieved my last ace. I covered Benjamin's eyes with a black silk scarf. If he couldn't see me he would wonder where I was, when I would touch him, where my body was. His initial reaction of disorientation softened, a blush of desire in his cheeks, a wave of fresh craving, yes that's what I saw. He began breathing hushed and slow, a new smell of yearning, wondering, wanting ... waiting.

"Benjamin, I'm going to feel every inch of you. My hands are going to touch your body, my lips will brush your skin, you'll feel my tongue taste you, my body will glide over you. You see, there's nothing wrong with being a little different, how can this feeling of joy be a sin?

Who said you can only find peace by denying the fire under your skin, I'm glad I don't fit everyone else's image. What's wrong with wanting to walk a high wire? What races my heart is what's right for me. Life's very short and I can't see any reason for hiding. You might think I don't see the path I take, but I see what's just out of my reach, why is it crazy to reach for the impossible?"

"There is no question that you're unlike any woman I've known. I'm thinking I may have just touched the surface of Layla, please dear lady, reach."

"I can assure you my sweet Benjamin we have barely touched the essence of Layla." I felt a sudden freedom, nothing was out of my grasp and I intended to reach for the heights.

The room was in almost complete darkness. Leaving him for a moment there on the bed wondering and waiting I turned on the Tiffany stained glass lamp on the small table next to the chair Benjamin had occupied.

There is a wickedness in subdued color bouncing off warm skin barely damp with the glisten of desire and want. Warm hues of greens and blues bounced around the room catching the glow of the candles that were flickering and dancing.

I looked at his body as I walked closer to the bed. His chest was calmly rising with each breath, slow and even, there was no reason to believe he was anything but content to be bound in my bed, waiting I had no doubt for the pleasure that was eminently about to befall him. There was only the sound of his breathing now. I watched his body unwind and I was sure he was ready to commence his pleasurable adventure.

Benjamin was a picture of manliness; His body was shimmering, no doubt warm. As I placed my hand on his thigh I do believe I felt him quiver, I liked it. Slowly climbing up the side of my bed I placed my body over his, taking every precaution to avoid contact, trying not to allow any part of my body to touch him. He could sense me, but he couldn't feel me.

"You want me to give you that special treat and I will." A small pearl like drop of anticipation emerged from the head of his cock, so swollen his skin was gleaming in the ambient light.

What would it hurt if I just savored that milky sweet drop that was oozing from that bulbous swollen head? Perhaps a simple passing swipe on my way to my requested position would be a most unexpected yet welcomed dalliance? My tongue swirled freely and gently up the full length of Benjamin's stiffly rigid shaft, his very prominent engorged appendage. Was that a shudder I detected?

Bending my warm wet lips down, allowing him to feel the balminess for a moment, I stopped, hesitated, and finally succumbed to my own need licking in that pearl of passion creating a definite reaction. Totally unexpected and yet most appreciated as was evidenced by the low escaping moan that was floating through the air. I liked the sound of his aching, his need.

Alright, I admit it, having complete control of his pleasure was uplifting, one might say inspiring. Feeling his hips raise up to meet my mouth was somewhat unpredictable but at the same time very appealing to my senses. Benjamin felt my thighs straddling his hips, so close yet so very far from his mouth, just where I wanted to be.

Reaching between my legs, grasping the full girth of his center of delight I rubbed the head of his shaft slowly up and down the wetness that was freely flowing from me. The sweet sounds of desire were absolutely music to my senses. The constant and slow licking of his lips, his tongue gesturing in the air, perhaps a promise of what was to come for me.

My very stiff nipples grazed his chest as I continued to glide up his body. I believe that was subtle panting I was hearing. I was being selfish in some respect. I wanted to tease him, arouse his deepest desires, keep him on the edge of his passion. Mindful that I could run the risk of dashing his craving I decided it was worth the gamble.

"Closer Benjamin, feel me coming closer to your mouth? Are you thinking about how I taste? Could you be imagining how my body will react? Maybe your planning your attack?" Whispering quietly simply instilled the possibilities and raised his awareness.

I'd prolonged this torture long enough. Sustaining the ascent to his eager and waiting mouth was beginning to border on cruel and inhumane punishment even for me. My knees on either side of his shoulders, hovering above his lips, reaching for the headboard to give me the necessary grounding to keep me just within the reach of his tongue I was a mere inch from paradise.

"You can smell me can't you Benjamin? That sweet smell of passion is so very close. If you reach out with your tongue you can taste me."

The first trace of his tongue created a titanic strike of lightning, sending a thunderous piercing quake through my body. I wanted him to tease me, take me to the edge and pull me back. Like a master of the whip he lashed out and sent his weapon on a tear of forceful licking and thrashing. Plunging into me I lost control of my body and crashed down on his mouth holding that spear like a dagger driving deep inside me. Raising up, pulling back, trying to find the breath he had stolen from me like a thief in the night I had to slow this attack down or lose the battle before the war could be won.

"You're a man of your word Benjamin. I do believe I could rest on that mouth and savor that tongue for, shall I say quite honestly, forever? And yet I'm convinced I've barely touched the surface of your expertise. One of the graces of control is understanding when and how to wield it. I'm going to become your prey, untie you, unmask you and place myself in your hands. Keep in mind that you're to please me, you want that don't you?"

"Oh yesss Milady, that's all I want Please let me make you scream with pleasure?"

I rested on his chest and reached and untied his hands. Moving down his body until I could grasp the silk cords on his ankles I released him. I was kneeling on the edge of the bed as he reached up and removed the silk scarf from his eyes and smiled at me.

"Yes Layla, you're a woman of many graces. I could tell you all the things I'm going to do but as you say what would be the fun in that, surprise and speculation is so much more interesting. A man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest. There's nothing you want more than to use me, entice me and have me submit to you."

"Yes Benjamin, that's exactly what I want and you'll give me everything I want and more simply because in pleasing me you receive exactly what you want."

"As I've said you have the ability to make a man feel as though he's in control when we both know who steers the ship. I don't mind being your toy, in fact I relish the thought. Now dear Layla, if you would be so kind as to assume the position I am more than ready and willing to comply."

Benjamin reached for my hand an eased me up to the head of the bed. Lying down I couldn't help but sigh, this was more than even I expected. I thought he would immediately begin the dance, instead he smiled and began to speak.

"One other thing I have not explained is the power of verbal interchange. Much as I find the written word as erotic and arousing, verbal instructions, demands or even taunts to a degree are tremendously arousing. Often the dialogue in a story will get my heart pounding, certainly as it would in person. Not humiliation, but encouragement, subtle demands and instructions. There can never be enough of it. Imagine a man waiting and willing to perform whatever you need, and he is given some verbal instruction, which promises him a pleasure of some kind but he must wait for another directive, and then another, each sending him probing, wanting as he proceeds until at last he finds his reward. That is the path, that sexual dialogue that incites such lust in me that I seek it constantly. Under your guidance, I would explore and experiment, seeking that which pleases you the most, dear lady."

"Suddenly I feel as though the Mistress has now become the submissive, please continue I'm enthralled."

"Ah, the soft, feminine invitation to continue. My heart throbs along with another eager part of my anatomy. Closing my eyes, I would need no light to enjoy the search for your essence. Inhaling your scent, feeling the warmth of your inner thighs warms me throughout. My lips will continue to switch back and forth from one inner thigh to another, and each time my face turns from one side to the other, I inhale deeper."

It seemed I was being expertly schooled and sufficiently primed as it were. Benjamin possessed a wickedness that although sinful and lascivious, was equally delicious and decadent.

"I know that you enjoy my fetish as much as I and it is so wonderful that you allow it. It is even more exciting when you demand it. Selfishly I wish to press my face gently against that hallowed place, guiding my nose through damp hairs searching for nothing but the thrill of being this intimate with you, and then kissing those folds, barely able to contain my excitement. I feel throbbing between my legs, dampness dripping onto my thighs but I shall not deter from my and our pleasure."

Pursing my lips, I sent a kiss into the air, my heart beating so loudly. Benjamin was waiting for my verbal encouragement, listening for my instruction, I was trembling waiting for his touch. I raised my hands to my breasts, it was time to begin.

"Benjamin ... you want to taste these don't you ... and if you swell them stiff with your lips and tongue I can promise you a delicious treat ... you see ... the appetizer leads to a sumptuous meal. I'd like you to listen to my breathing ... as it changes and becomes deeper ... somewhat labored. I can assure you the effects create a need to have you move down my body ... yes ... the wetness of your lips ... against my thighs ... licking your way ... I'm mad about my sweet delights ... I'm inviting you to dine."

My body was begging to be pleased. Benjamin almost slithered up my body until his mouth was opening and wrapping his agile lips around a stiff throbbing nipple barely covered in sheer blackness.

"Ummm, yes use your teeth Benjamin, bite hard enough to make me wince from the fiery warmth. Yes, like that, make me ache for you."

His teeth clenched my right nipple tightly and gently grated back and forth. Fingers reached inside the soft cup and toyed and pulled with my overlooked left nipple. Between his teeth and his fingertips, I was in heaven floating above the bliss and witnessing the scene as if more than a participant, surely experiencing the feeling almost in another dimension.

"Open the clasp Benjamin, I want to feel your tongue licking my tender swollen nipples."

Deftly, as if he had done this many times he released the small clasp that was holding tightly between my fullness and my breasts tumbled free into his hands. The flickering of his wet tongue, his lips sucking and clutching sent shivers of aching awakening inside me.

"Tell me how much you love what you're doing?"

"There can be no equivalent to the sheer joy I feel at this moment, bestowing the pleasure upon you that I love so much, and the realization that you not only enjoy it as much as I, but will expect it and instruct and control me as need be for your maximum pleasure. That ultimatum is what I seek; your absolute emotional and physical satisfaction. In the process, you will allow me the privilege, no, the duty and obligation to take you to that place of supreme contentment; the afterglow of an intense orgasm."

I could feel his solid erection against the inside of my thigh, I wanted, needed to feel him deep inside me.

"Benjamin, slip your cock inside me and don't move. Grasp my hands and hold them above my head, don't let me touch you. Make me moan and groan because my nipples are being teased and taunted by your hungry mouth, your tight lips and your grating teeth."

With my hands tightly restrained his mouth made me ache. I watched his teeth grasp my rigid nipples and bite until I winced and moaned from the sweet pain. Slowly he eased inside my wetness, deep and all-consuming filling me just as I needed him to do. My hips clenched him tight and my body gyrated and began grinding up and down against his groin.