You and her

[Maximilian Jenius]

A long time ago someone asked for me to write a story for them. This is just the unedited and unrefined version.

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You play with the hem of your leather mini skirt, as you sit, silently watching the clock slowly tick away. You take a moment to glance at the big duffle bag beside the bed, going over once more in your head all that you’ve planned, you feel a quick flutter in your heart. You’ve long anticipated this weekend and have spent a long time planning out every detail. The past few months of hard work is finally about to come to fruition, just a few more minutes, not long now. Suddenly you feel a twinge of anxiety, all the what if’s flashes through your mind for the briefest of moments. You regain your composure and confidence, another moment and you hear the door beep, the handle turn and she walks in.
You hold your composure and resist the urge to rip her clothes off and take her right there. She looks absolutely stunning, her fire engine red hair gently cascading down past her shoulders ending just short of her waistline. The thin white button down shirt missing the top two buttons did little to hide the black bra underneath, low on her hip rested a short red and black plaid skirt made socially acceptable only because it’s con weekend. A garter belt held up the black stockings, with a pair of black stiletto heels, and sexy slim glasses put the cherry on top of this decedent seductive female.
You stare at her intensely, burning the image of this slim seductive female into your subconscious. Timidly she walks across the room to you, finally in front of you she slowly turns around to give you the full inspection. A simple gesture from you and she’s on her knees in front of you head bowed. You caress her face slowly and run your fingers down her neck and to the top of her breasts, then grab the front of her shirt and pull her towards you. You lightly kiss her lips just barely brushing it, smell the nap of her neck, gently kiss her ears, her cheeks.
You sit back and look at her, smiling to yourself, on her knees, legs spread, head bowed, clearly she studied and practiced the material well.
Another gesture and she’s standing in front of you holding the hem of her skirt with both hands up and legs fully spread. You run your hand over her pussy, ass and what’s exposed of her legs, everything is silky smooth just as you had instructed. You take out the blindfold as you walk behind her and pull it down over her eyes. Almost instinctively she laced her fingers behind her head, you never had to give the command, even though she doesn’t know why she did that, but it just felt right. You take a step back as you admire her tight body, the two of you in two extreme positions. Her with her hands behind her head and legs spread holding still like a statue save for her rhythmic breathing. You in your shiny leather, knee high boots, silently stalking around her, watching her lust for you.
Like a lioness stalking her prey you toy with her senses. You move close to her, close enough for her to feel your breath on her cheek and neck and just as quickly it’s gone. She feels a brush at the top of her breasts, your fingertips running up her leg, or was that just her imagination? Your fingers trace the peaks, valleys, curves and crevices of her perfect body. A slight tug of her lace bra, gentle pull of her hair, she never knows what’s going to come next, or if she isn’t just imagining the sensations. But with every brief contact you can see her steadily breathing harder, trying to gravitate to where she thinks you are, she is lusting for your touch. You fight for control of your own desires for her, one final touch of her cheeks and you leave her side. You take a sip of your wine and watch her as the minutes tick away, while you calm yourself down. All those long nights of planning cannot be ruined by your lack of control, of your own body, to this succubus.
You let another few minutes slip by, allowing her imagination run wild with anticipation. Her breathing has calmed as well, she almost jumps when she feels the palm of your hand fully on her cheek and your thumb brushing her soft lips. Finally, after all this time, you press your lips against hers, they lock as your tongues entwine for the first time. She loses her posture and her arms come down in an embrace, you shove her away and she feels the sharp sting of your hand across her face. A second later she’s back in position, you smirk to yourself at her obedience while you pull up a chair and sit down. In one fluid motion you put her over your knee and lift up her skirt, and she lets out a tiny squeal. A flurry of blows lands on her pale round ass cheeks and a few moments later it is all over. Her breath has quickened and she’s moaning slightly, you feel the heat coming off her rosy cheeks.
You stand her back up, legs spread and arms behind her back. You move to your toy bag and methodically lay the contents of the bag on the table, taking your time with it. This time intentionally allowing the items to generate noise. You swish the cane through the air a few times before setting it down, the tail plug produces a heavy thud and let the chains of the nipples clamps scrape across the table. While you clearly see the use of each item on the table, she can only guess at what’s in store for her. As each item comes out of the bag you imagine the use of them on this beauty for your pleasure and you feel yourself becoming more aroused.
Your first night together you’ve decided to go easy, you need her to trust you, let her know she’s in good hands with you. You clip a small music device onto the waist of her skirt, and put the noise canceling headphones over her ears. You lead her to the bed and lay her down, then you click on the music player. The constant white noise will ensure her complete disconnect from the audible world. Though she has lost the power of sight and hearing she is able to remain calm, she knows that at the mere whisper of a single world, those senses will be restored and you will bring her back into the world. Still, the loss of those two major senses is disorienting, the brain has so much free time to run wild with imagination and she feels her wetness flowing between her legs.

“Strip,” your first order for what will prove to be a fun and interesting weekend.


Your hand sets about exploring her perfect body, trailing down the front of her neck past the unfastened buttons, you open the next one and feel her nipples pressing hard against her bra. You spend a moment to fondle her breasts, your fingers drawing circles around her nipples and you give each a pinch before moving on. You feel her flat abs, the curves of her waist and hips, eventually brushing your hand up the back of her leg to her rounded ass. You give it a few light spanks making her squeal but she doesn’t stop kissing you. Ever so slowly, your hands find their way under her skirt, she eagerly spreads her legs for you, begging for you to touch her. You don’t give her the satisfaction she craves, holding a hairbreadth away from her sex. She bends her knees and lowers herself onto your hand desperate for your touch. You feel the warmth and wetness of her naked sex as you lightly stroke it. She moans, and for the first time breaks from your lips, and rests her head on your shoulder, her breath hot on your neck. Bracing against the back of the chair with her hands she tries to grind down more on your hand. You pull away from her sex and push her away without warning, furious at both yourself and for lettings things almost get carried away. You’re not quite ready to bring her to climax yet, for the weekend is still long and this is just the beginning. She whimpers but doesn’t say anything because she knows you have plans for her.
“Strip,” your first order for what will prove to be a fun and interesting weekend.

She opens the last two buttons of her blouse and lets it slide off her shoulders. You break eye contact just long enough to glance at her breasts as she reveals them to you for the first time in person. She picks up the skirt she just stepped out of and places it on the pile she’s created and goes for her garter belt but you motion for her to stop. For a long minute you just look at her, studying every inch of her body, her tattoos, her piercings, her eyes, her lips, the curve of her hips, the subtle motion of her breasts with each breath, still a bit uneven from your teasing. You see the moisture between her legs and can smell the sweet scent of her pleasure.
You point to the blindfold on the table next to you, she picks it up without saying a word.
“Put it on,” you say firmly.
She follows your instructions without hesitation, you sit and watch her for a long time without making a move. Finally, you stand up and pick up the other item on the table, you walk behind her, your leather boots giving you height over her.
The bell at the front of the collar jingles as you secure it around her neck, “put your hands behind your head.”