He lay back on the bed with a soft sigh of relaxation, letting his body sag into the mattress as she climbed onto the bed next to him. She took his cock into her hands, favoring him with an enigmatic smile as she began to stroke him gently. “Are you sure this is part of the concierge service?” he asked, his voice somewhere between flirtatious and genuinely confused.

Her smile widened as she leaned forward just enough to give him a better look at her full breasts and pert nipples. “Does it really matter?” she asked, teasing him with slow, smooth, steady strokes that never seemed to touch exactly the same place twice. Her eyes glittered with seductive amusement as she felt his cock pulse in her hand, watching his eyes roll back in his head at every throb of pleasure she induced.

He didn’t know how to answer her question–it did matter to him, he felt uncomfortable not knowing if the beautiful naked woman waiting for him in the hotel room was an employee or just some stranger who broke in to seduce him… but his questions and doubts faded away under that perfect touch. He wasn’t married. He didn’t have a girlfriend. He hadn’t done anything illegal by letting her undress him and tease his cock to full erection. If someone was planning to blackmail him with this, they wouldn’t have much luck. Whoever she was, she didn’t seem to have anything in mind except pleasuring him. He didn’t have a problem with that.

Except that she kept teasing him. Every time his balls tightened in anticipation, her hand slowed down to a dead stop. Every time he gasped in helpless arousal, she merely smiled and changed her rhythm until he was breathing slowly and evenly again. She swayed her body just enough to keep his eyes focused on her amazing tits, constantly drawing his attention to her breasts until the rest of the room faded away into a haze of irrelevance.

Time seemed to distend, then stop entirely under her touch. The pleasure of her fingers against his cock became maddening. Then it became unbearable. Then, still without ever being allowed to come, it melted into a plateau of arousal somewhere beyond orgasm. He didn’t need her help anymore to control his release. His body simply reached a point where it was so deeply focused on her breasts, so perfectly trained by her regimen of teasing, that he no longer needed to come. He simply needed to relax. Feel. Enjoy the peace and pleasure. Listen. Obey.

The last word sounded strange, out of place in his head. Groggily, he realized that it didn’t come from his head at all. She was saying it to him. She’d been talking for a while now, he noticed, her voice so soft and soothing and in sync with the pleasant sensations flowing through him that he couldn’t really pinpoint when he’d stopped thinking and started simply accepting her words as his consciousness. There was a moment of struggle as he tried to take back his stream of thought… but her words lulled him easily and effortlessly into docile, malleable relaxation. Her touch overwhelmed him with pleasure. He stopped thinking.

She continued to program him. But he no longer noticed.

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He lay under me, panting with his elegant hands tracing my calves under my skirt as I slowly moved my hips over him.  His hard cock pushing up against his shorts while my panties dragged along the rougher material.  The lace catching a little and prompting me to lift up with my thighs and resettle as I teased him, cupping my tits and kneading them above him.  My lips curved, “It would be so cruel, wouldn’t it?”  

His eyes were wide behind his glasses as he walked blithely into my trap, “Wouldn’t what?”

“If I were to unzip your shorts, free your cock and pull my panties to the side.  If the first time I rode your cock were just like this: hidden under my skirt.  If all you could do was feel me, hear me, watch my face…”  His groan and the way his hands gripped at me made me want it all the more.  “You wouldn’t get to see your cock enter me.  You wouldn’t see me take you.  Would it be real?  Would you be inside me?”

“Oh God-” I swallowed down the rest of his chaos, my mouth avid and demanding on his as I circled and ground down with my hips and he arched and thrust and begged with his body.

I love when she’s on top of me like this. I feel at her mercy, and she’s very much in control. It can be tough to silence my own brain sometimes in these situations (or, let’s face it, any situations), though. I wonder if part of it is my brain feeling like it needs to try to act, even from a submissive perspective. Like it’s saying “I should be doing something right now,” instead of just surrendering to the moment.

So yes, it’s a great tease, but…it’s also very hot in a way. When I can’t see it, see her taking me inside her, it’s removing another little bit of my control, another little thing for my brain to worry about, and giving it to her – I can’t feel like I have to do anything about what I can’t see. One less thing for my brain to think about, one less sensory input. Instead, distill it all down to a few – the sounds of our moans, and the feeling of her taking me. Focus my brain solely on the pleasure of being *taken* by her…feeling even more *hers*…and getting hopelessly, wonderfully lost in it.

Teasing? Definitely. Cruel? Maybe. But oh would I feel like her toy…

That’s the people pleaser part of you, I think.  What you don’t realize is that being my toy, letting me tease you, use you, corrupt you, and play with you is pleasing me.  If I want you to do something, I’ll tell you to.  Or put your hands there myself.  Or make you ask for what I want because you know I want it.  *bats my eyelashes*  In those instances, your surrender and honest reactions are all I’m looking for.  However, until your brain catches up we can look at using more of the trappings and the props so you know your place. *flashes a grin*

Exploring Sensitivity


Freeing his cock I lean down and lick.  He is so hard the foreskin had already rolled back and he’d drenched a spot of precum through his shorts.  So slick and needy I craved a taste, so I sate that hunger.  Eager for the attention his hips jump, his cock fat and insistent as I grip it in my hand.  Pulling up my skirt I wiggle a little closer and give his hands a very obvious target.  

This time… oh this time when I wrap my lips around his cock and bath his exposed head with my tongue he grips my ass hard, anchoring himself to me and whines, “Your mouth…”  I’ve had my lips and tongue all over his cock and he has yet to have precisely this reaction.  Pursing my lips, I flick my tongue over his head and he cries out like I struck him with lightning.  Intrigued I suck his cock down and with hard suction and a twist use just my mouth.  Nope.  I add my tongue and he moans a little but the reaction isn’t the dramatic need I am fishing for.  So I let my hand pump his thick shaft lightly and just circle his cock head with my questing tongue and there it is… whimpers and his thigh trembling in front of my eye line.  Oh yes.  

“Sensitive, is it?” I ask quietly, my hand moving patiently as I kiss the protruding bone of his hip near me.

“Such – such pleasure I didn’t!-”, he cuts himself off with another long moan as I draw my hand up and over his cock head.

“So… not just my mouth then is it?” I ask, my voice coy as I bring my hand down and let my thumb circle and watch his hips quake.  

“N-n-n-n-n-oooooooo.”  The answer manages to make it out, broken but there though the verbal confirmation is hardly necessary.  

I smirk and play with the sensations; my tongue… my finger pad, my lips and listen to his lovely sounds as his fingers dig into me and he gasps and whines my name.  “It sounds so good for you, love.”  He fights for the “yes”, between panting breaths and harsh heaving whimpers.  I wrap my fist around his cock and smile to myself as I nuzzle the crease of his thigh… and then slide my hand up and rotate fast and firmly over the head of his cock over and over.  

He squeals for me.  Squirms.  There are no words and all his leg muscles tremble while his arms and hands lock.   I’m torturing him with exquisite pleasure and it feels like home.  I’m so wet listening to the sound of his cries, so aching feeling him cling to me.  He isn’t cumming, he’s on edge and while I’m fascinated and wondering how long I can keep him there on this precipice… I relent.  I let go and turn and kiss him softly.

“Such a good boy.  Letting me play with you.  You can have a break now.”  I nuzzle him, nose to nose and his fingers tremble on my arm as he holds on to me and thanks me.  I check in with him, see how he feels, if he needs anything, and when he says he’s good I kiss his lips lightly and run one index finger over his nipple.  

“Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” he shivers in my arms.  

“What’s this now?  All that made your nipples sensitive?”  I sit up a little higher against him and he blinks owlishly while he processes the sensations.

“I guess so?”  

I lean over and lap at his nipple and he moans.  I suck and he moans harder.  “Hmmm… how about teeth?”  I graze lightly with my teeth and his body wracks under me again with shudders.  I play with him, my beautiful toy.  Experimenting with pressure, with sensation of cold air on wet freshly sucked nipple, with slightly harder teeth, with touch and nails, and like his cock my tongue lapping steadily makes his hips leave the bed.  

I look up at him, my left hand on his cheek I let my thumb affectionately trace his jaw.  “Look at me.”  He does, his head lifted and framed a bit by my hand and I bring my right hand to my lips near his chest and smile… and then lick my palm.  “Now take it”, I snarl.  My right hand goes directly to his sensitive cock head and massages, my mouth returns to his nipple and his whole body jerks like he’s being electrocuted by sensation.  I nip quickly and lift my head, “take it all, just a bit more” and jerk his cock and tongue his nipple and watch him burn and dance in my arms.