Morning thoughts

Morning thoughts Morning thoughts

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

soft, erotic thought process of a Domme lady dreaming of her sub worshipping her body. This story was wrote about six years only recently found it amongst some old files

Summary

soft, erotic thought process of a Domme lady dreaming of her sub worshipping her body. This story was wrote about six years only recently found it amongst some old files

Content

Submitted: August 16, 2013

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Content

Submitted: August 16, 2013

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Morning came with as much stealth as the night had begun with, the dull over cast grey clouds spreading across the heavens like a slow methodical infection, that permitted spots of light, irritating drizzle to descend onto the cold, harshness of the earth. For a moment my world was a blur, vision impaired the state of tiredness and alertness clashing, lucid shapes and images of a familiar bedroom somehow becoming distorted and menacing as daylight dared to break through the small gaps in the curtains.

 

There I lay silently, motionless, alone with my thoughts, allowing the vague tiredness to clash with ever progressing alertness. My mind focusing on nothing other than the need for a long cooling and soapy shower, which almost mentally, I could feel against me as I lay there.

The caress of water as it cascaded down my body, feeling it drip, touch and descend the soft flesh, cleansing me of the nights sweat and dirt. I could see the nightgown hanging behind the door, just outside of my reach from where I lay, a two toned black piece, long ankle length, transparent in appearance, apart from two slightly denser part that made up the breast cups, the material of its lower part a sensuous fishnet material which eventually merged with the upper bodice section. A soft, alluring and delightful satiny type fabric, designed not just to torment and tantalise the flesh beneath it, but also captivate and entrance those few lucky souls who would be permitted to view the individual who wore such pleasures.

 

Finally drawing the covers from my body, moving, sliding across the sprawling bed, feeling the covers ripple beneath me, caressing, stroking naked flesh with as much elegance and delight as a worshipping, devoted sub would, my body tingled and glimmered as my mind began to swim with thoughts. Slipping the gown over my body, feeling the material glide and caress, touching, evoking delights within me, glancing but briefly at the soft tie that barely would cover anything. You have to marvel at the feminine clothes, the way they feel, designed and materials/style used, how often even the simplest item is taken for granted and unappreciated, or the amount of confidence, delight and well-being they can provide.

 

The sound of water cascading from the shower, tiny beads of glistening water hitting my body, soothing and cleansing the night’s impurities away, touching my body, awakening the sensations of the flesh and softly, discreetly almost massaging the nerve ends into life. My hands lathering up the shower gel, stimulating the waking flesh on the back of my neck, feeling the tiredness drain away and my mind awaken more, the body yearning, beginning to awaken from its gentile slumber of the night. My hands moved slowly across and down, towards the aching bosoms of my breasts, my caressing gaining in strength ever so slightly as my own body began to respond.

 

Cupping them, feeling them, fingers dancing, touching, gliding over the soft luscious flesh, the velvet, satin feel of succulent erotic skin, that responded almost instantly to touch, elevating them up, lowering my head to meet them, mouth open, teeth poised to curl around the stiff, erectness of a growing red nipple, that yearned to taste and indulge the pleasure of the morning. I pause, my mind stops, my tongue extends out, meeting the growing bud of passion, swirling over it, flicking and darting, allowing the pleasure to consume it and me, filling my heaving chest with soft rapturous delights, that spread like a sensuous contagion throughout me, before deciding to move onto the other, not wanting to miss or fail to provoke one milometer of flesh that sought to embrace this enthralling delight.

 

The tip of my tongue, glances, teases the nipple, its moistness clashes against the wet warmness of the water that dribbles and splashes upon it from the shower, its sensitive areola craving yet more, a body growing and yearning, aching with sexiness and provocation. Finally my teeth close around its throbbingness, clamping down tweaking, pulling hard, feeling the flesh strain, the clash of delight between pain and pleasure, that sweeps through my body like a grandiose tidal wave, swarming me with sensations that my  body is only to welcome to embrace. the nipple I feel throb inside my mouth, its tenderness and rapturous delight at embracing the clamp of my teeth satisfying it, yet also wanting more, hunger and passion collide within me, a swirling erotic cocktail that can send a person drunk into dizzying and blissful heights.

 

For a moment I pause, allowing the sensations to sink in, to be digested and savoured by a body that continually expands its sensations and feelings, my hands descend further down, soapy lathers  spreading over my body, torso and stomach becoming obscured beneath rich velvet like soap, gently splattered by the warm soothing wetness of the descending water, whilst my body pulses, recovering from the minor titillation and arousal that I bestowed upon it. Working my way downwards, moving lightly, fingers teasing, barely touching the flesh, but enough contact to leave a ripple of waking delight behind their wake, the soft flesh of my inner thighs so appealing, so sensitive. I restrain myself, instead begin to soap the whole of my lower leg, starting at the ankle rising to the knee, hands diligent soothing everything, unfailing in their desire to caress and wash, to soothe and enhance a body that still yearns from the light arousal, though nothing to strenuous or demanding either.

 

Finally nails scrap lightly against the inner thigh, the skin quivers and yearns, my heart races and my eyes momentariously close as my mind Basques in the mild delight, I feel the light trembling spasm of delight spread across and into my bud of my womanhood, lips moist, clit swelling with discreet pleasure. My finger caresses the folds of the lips, careful not to split or open them, but to feel, touch and tease, to extract the pleasure without penetration, and to gain the maximum subtle effect as the first dew of nectar glances my fingertips,

I smile and pause, my body awake, vibrant but controlled, my thoughts gathered though slightly lucid under its effects, I think, contemplate knowing that really it’s to stop, self-gratification is one thing, but I am a Mistress, there is no challenge in myself doing this, when I can get others to do it and of course always find faults and punish the willing maid that I know so well

 


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