He can feel her arousal against him and she rubs harder, backwards and forwards, arousing him, teasing him and every so often allowing the tip of his cock to reach the entrance to her wet cunt only to pull away and rub herself against him even more.
Each time she does she senses his body tense with anticipation, only to hear the sigh of frustration as she pulls away just as he can feel his cock entering into the depths of her.
His wrists are restrained, his ankles too.
He is open. Naked. Vulnerable. His eyes are hidden behind the darkness of the blindfold.
The expression on his face, his heavy breathing, she watches his chest rising and falling at a growing speed. And she rubs herself against his hardness until he lets out a groan and she wants to rub him raw. Crawling backwards down his body, skin against skin, she rests when her mouth is above his cock.
Looking up at him with an amused expression on her face, she smiles. His face is filled with anticipation and he swallows desperately trying to make his dry mouth wet.
And she moves further down, trailing the tip of her tongue over the warmth of his skin, causing him to shiver, causing the goosebumps on his skin. She flicks the top of her tongue over the tips of his hardened nipples, reaching forward and biting them hard. She laughs as a sharp gasp absconds from his mouth. And she leans forward and bites him harder still. Pinching the other nipple between the tips of her nails, feeling his body beneath her flinch from the pain that flows around his body.
And slowly, she crawls backwards further down his body, she slips against him easily and as she moves down she can constantly feel his hardness against her body. She grinds herself against his hardness, the friction of his cock against her skin making him grow ever sensitive, and she wants to use that friction and make him raw.
She stops when his cock comes out from under her body, and as she looks up at him, the head of his cock so close to her mouth he can feel her breath. She doesn't touch it, she doesn't say anything. She just breathes, watching him twitch, watching his body gently forcing his cock forwards as if he is so desperate for her to take him in her mouth.
She gently parts her lips, her tongue coming out and making contact with tip of his cock, gently but swiftly, deftly making him wet, her tongue flicks over the tip so lightly and quickly that he doesn't have time to process the sensations before another one hits him. She hears the sharp intake of breath at the moment she touches him, the sensitive skin, and he moans.
She stops there for a moment longer, teasing him, the anticipation of what is to come building even more.
And as she opens her mouth, she quickly dips her head, taking him deep into the warmth of her mouth.
She moves quickly, suddenly, sliding her lips down the full length of his cock making him wet with her tongue as she pulls away just as quickly. One swift movement, no stopping, no resting, a smooth movement until she pulls away from his cock releasing it back into the air. His breathing is shallow and fast, his heart beating and a groan of desperation escapes from him once more.
His cock twitches, as do the muscles in his legs, desperately trying to move himself towards her as he so desperately wants to feel his cock inside the warm depths of her mouth once more. She pulls back and slaps his cock hard with her hand at him trying to move towards her. A sharp exhalation mixed with a groan of arousal escapes from his mouth, the confusion in his mind of the pleasure mixed with that sudden unexpected pain.
And as his breathing begins to slow, she moves to a more comfortable position, watching him, never taking her eyes away from him, yet he is as much focussed on her as she is on him, she longs to kiss him, to draw him into her mouth. She watches him as he gently opens his mouth as if he is beckoning her towards his lips, he knows how she loves to kiss him. And the longing lurches within her, a need that is aching and longing and she wants to kiss him right then but instead her head plunges down over the full length of his erection, her warm lips reaching the base of his cock as its head plunges into the depth of her throat. Leisurely she withdraws her mouth tightly over the shaft of his cock, taking her time as she grips his cock with her lips, teasing it with her tongue as she slowly removes her mouth from him.
Reaching the head she laps at the top, he is tensing and moaning, his body reacting to the administrations of her tongue, of her mouth, of her lips. And she teases him like that for a while, as he melts into the arousal he is feeling. And his arousal is rising, and her need is growing, and she wants him, to devour him, to take him. And as his body begins to tense, as his body becomes close to orgasm, she takes his cock into her mouth, closing it tightly around him, and just as he thinks she is about to let him come, she closes her teeth around his cock and feels his body stiffen at the force of her teeth around the sensitive skin.
She waits.
Awaiting his reaction, awaiting for him to figure out what may be coming next. He doesn't move, so she presses harder into his cock with her teeth. Just just waits. There is no rush.
The precum that leaks mixes with her saliva that she can feel building witin her mouth, she allows it to drip over him. But he is tensing his body, fidgeting around in anticipation, with fear of what is to come. A million and one thoughts and feelings running through his mind like a runaway train, a mixture of confusion, angst, fear, anticipation all mixed with the headiness of his arousal. He knows just what she is capable of, he knows how much she likes to tease him, to deny him, to ruin his pleasure, to cause him pain and he has no idea of what is to come his way. He tries to shift his body, trying to force her into making a move.
But she waits.
Awaiting his reaction, awaiting for him to figure out what may be coming next. He doesn't move, so she presses harder into his cock with her teeth. Just just waits. There is no rush.
The precum that leaks mixes with her saliva that she can feel building witin her mouth, she allows it to drip over him. But he is tensing his body, fidgeting around in anticipation, with fear of what is to come. A million and one thoughts and feelings running through his mind like a runaway train, a mixture of confusion, angst, fear, anticipation all mixed with the headiness of his arousal. He knows just what she is capable of, he knows how much she likes to tease him, to deny him, to ruin his pleasure, to cause him pain and he has no idea of what is to come his way. He tries to shift his body, trying to force her into making a move.
But she waits.
Her teeth pressing into him even more as he makes that move, and as she does so, she begins to move slowly down his cock, he is pushing up against her as her teeth scrapes and pulls against the skin of the top and the underside of his cock, she doesn't relent in the force at which her teeth are gripped and he doesn't stop pushing himself into her mouth. And he is moaning and groaning, and he is letting out little cries of pain as the teeth scrape the so delicate skin of his cock. And he pushes himself more and she grips harder with her teeth and she wants to rub him raw with her mouth.
Her teeth are bared as she opens up her lips, no easing up on the pressure that her teeth grips him with, and he can feel the pressure and the pain as he pushes himself in and out of her mouth, as she grips onto him tighter with her teeth as she herself moves up and down the length of his cock. And it is intense and agonising and burning. And it is consuming and extreme and fervent. And it is painful and violent and torturous. And still he pushes. And still she grips. His body tensing and raising, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. And his flesh is being scoured away, agonisingly painful as it feels as if his skin is lacerated by her teeth. And it hurts all the more and the pain is growing, but the warmth of her mouth around his cock makes him feel the warmth of her.
And she doesn't stop.
She continues to wound him with her mouth, as she punishes him, and she continues to salivate and drool over his cock, the grip of her teeth preventing her from swallowing, and he is pushing harder now, his groans increasing in volume, the pain he is feeling audibly clear. And she releases the pressure slightly and can feel his body relax, only to grip him tight once more as she moves slowly, deftly, up and down the length of him.
And he is raw now, his movement and her movement relentless. He is hurting himself and she is hurting him.
And he is whimpering, moaning and groaning, and he is begging for it to stop and begging for more, and he is mewling and moaning and begging to come. And he is crying and pleading and longing and he is desperate and gasping for breath and the pain is incessant and barbaric and brutal. And she is merciless and savagely and unrelentingly hurting him.
And the blow job continues . . .
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Fricking Hot!
ReplyDeleteBut how can u call yourself a real Domme by doing such a submissive act of sucking your submissives cock?
Sub Guy.
Sub Guy,
ReplyDeleteThank you for your comment. I have responded to your comment via this blog entry
http://shewhomakestherules.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-cant-be-real-domme.html
Hopefully it will explain my thoughts and responses and why because I suck cock doesn't mean I am not Dominant.
Best, Kat
Very hot scene. I'll never understand those who think sex and BDSM are mutually exclusive. What's the point of domination if you can't do whatever the hell you want? As one domme told me, there's nothing submissive about giving a blowjob when you like to bite. The many men who made the mistake of picking on a woman who was a biter are proof of that. During play, the more painful your bite, the more aware he is of how extremely vulnerable he is. And that's truly exhilarating. Having my manhood at the mercy of a sadistic woman's teeth is as intimidating as it gets. I completely agree with your position on this.
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