Date: Mon, 29 Sep 2008 14:02:15 -0400
From: Cloe Sky <collorperfectyellowstone@gmx.com>
Subject: Cloe's Fantasy (authoritarian)

   I often wonder if there are other women out there who feel the way I
do. If so how do they live in the real world and not have their fantasise
drive them crazy. Cloe

 I started a new job just three days ago. I graduated from college a month
and a half ago. Hanging on the wall in the den is the glass-protected
diploma they'd given me at the ceremony. I was truly an adult now.
Financially I have no concerns; my parents upon their death had left me
financially secure.
So why am I sitting here on this chill fall night, a thick blanket draped
over my shoulders an mug of steaming cocoa cupped between my hands? I keep
trying to figure out why I'm so sad. Why when life is so exciting and new
am I so alone? Why are my cheeks damp from silent tears? I know the answers
to all these questions but fear holds my tongue from voicing my needs. The
fear of shame, of rejection refuses to release me from the pretended script
of a normal accepted life.
The throbbing ache of desperation builds inside me. The familiar ache
clenches my core. I resist as long as I can but waiting enhances the
pleasure instead of denying it. I lean back pressing against the sofa.
Without thinking my part, the blanket falls away revealing my naked legs,
thighs, stomach, breast, body. My nipples tighten, pucker. The cool air on
my heated skin is like a feathery kiss at first but as my nipples harden,
it's as if a warm moist tongue has caressed them. They throb with each
beat of my heart.
I groan. I rub the warm mug across one sensitive nipple then the other. Oh!
It feels like a warm tongue licking me. Desperation consumes me. I want a
warm mouth, a wet tongue suckling me. I rub each nipple back and forth. I
watch through a haze of pleasure as I play with each nipple. Raw sensual
need burns through me. I set the mug on the table beside the sofa.
I scoot down into a more comfortable position. My head is cradled against
the arm of the sofa and my bottom cradled in the cushions. I spread my
legs. Cool air caresses burning flesh. Hot glistening moisture clings to
swollen lips and dampens silken curls.
Oh! The pulsing hunger consumes me. Tears moisten my cheeks. Erotic scenes
of my mouth tasting the sweet nectar of another woman consume me. I swallow
imagining the taste of her sweet juices. I imagine her throbbing nipple
filling my mouth. I lick her, suck her, nurse at her swollen breast. My
mind screams with need as my body throbs and convulses.
I can wait no longer, just the clenching of my visional muscles is
exquisite enough torment to wrestle plea after plea from my lips. I'm
desperate enough to go outside and beg any woman I can find to fill my
mouth with her flavor, to let me taste her flesh.
I scrape my fingernail back and forth across my nipple. I moan in pleasure,
arch into the rasping sensation of pain and pleasure combined. My mind
slips into a fantasy.
A woman, I don't know her name but I want to serve her in every way.
I'm hungry to kneel for her and give her use of my body. I need her to
demand my submission; I ache to submit to her fully.
I squeeze my nipples hard, pinching them, digging into them with my
fingernails. I imagine she is piercing each nipple, attaching a ring
through each one. I cry out, moaning into the pain basking in the physical
pain and the emotional fulfillment. Each nipple is raw and throbbing. I
have clamps in my bedroom. I love using them. I ache for days afterwards.
I'm too deep in my fantasy to be able to make it to the bedroom.
I imagine Her biting my nipples, pulling and twisting the hoops piercing
them. The scenes playing through my head engulf me. I beg for submission it
flows through me filling the gaps of who I am. I open myself to Her fully
and beg her to use me.
I imagine she lifts my hands to the end of the sofa and secures them there.
I whimper, I won't find release until she frees me and allows me to bring
myself to orgasm. I shiver. I love it when she tortures me this was.
Moisture leaks past my swollen lips, trails down to the entrance to my
behind. Cooling liquid sears me. I beg. I need to glide my fingers through
the moist trail. I'm desperate to swirl dew soaked fingers around my
clit. I want to spear one finger then two into that tight little entrance
in my behind. My hands remain clenched above my head. I fight against the
fantasy. I'm painfully throbbing. I need the release but the emotional
and physical pleasures of the fantasy.
I imagine she sits on the couch and instructs me to kneel between her legs.
Physically I remain spread on the sofa my arms restrained above my head. In
my mind, I'm kneeling between her legs. Gratitude and joy gushes through
me as she buries her fingers in my hair and pulls me to her. Her pussy is
so warm against my mouth. The warm musky scent of her fills my sences. I am
so desperate for this. In my mind, I'm begging her to do this to me, and
more. I feel so right having her use me.
Oh heaven, sweet sweet heaven! I slip my tongue into the pool of juices at
the entrance of her pussy. She tastes so good! My stomach clenches, I need
to drink from her. I imagine her scalding liquid pouring into my mouth. She
holds me pressed tight to her pussy and tells me to drink her, to swallow
her gift for me. I imagine her sweetness spilling across my tongue, filling
my mouth. I swallow her juices and hunger burns through me.
I know what I want now. I want the ultimate submission. She guides my mouth
to her clit. I love and need the submission she demands from me. I feel
whole. Her beautiful nub fills my mouth. I lick and suck her. In my mind,
I'm begging her with my mouth to require from me that most special
submission of all. I know that once she fills my mouth with the cream of
her orgasm she will reward me. So I lick and suck her beautiful clit. She
holds my mouth pressed tight to her pussy. I know I'm her slave but her
hands clenched in my hair reaffirm my position. Her clit is thickening. She
bucks her hips her hands in my hair hold me in place. I quiver in
anticipation as she fucks my face with her pussy. She screams out in
pleasure, holds my stoking tongue to her clit, and rides the wave of her
orgasm until her clit is too sensitive to touch. Then she lowers my mouth
down to drink her cum. Finally! She brings my mouth up, holds it at the
base of her clit. "Drink from me, Little One. Drink my gift to you.
Swallow each golden drop." My pussy spasms. Warm liquid spills into my
mouth. I swallow just as she instructed. Each gush fills me with pleasure.
It's the submission, the utter demand of something so forbidden. I ache
for it, need it in the very core of me. I drink from her, on the edge of
orgasm I submit to the most erotically submissive request.
The last drops of her gift flow into my mouth. I savor the experience.
I'm eager for what's next. She guides my mouth away from her pussy and
positions my mouth at her neither opening. I imagine in my head words of
politeness for the acts of submission but in reality, she's placed my
mouth to the entrance to her ass. She instructs me to lick her; actually,
she's demanded that I fuck her with my tongue. My sense of propriety is
falling away. In my mind I hear her instructing me to fuck my tongue into
her ass. Lick her, suck her, she demands!
My pussy is soaking. I beg her to release me, to allow me to cum. I arch my
back lifting my aching breasts in supplication. My legs fall open wider. I
lift my hips showing her my throbbing cunt and beg her to release me.
I slide one hand down to my breasts and imagine I'm twisting and pulling
the rings she's given me. I imagine the flavors of her body in my mouth.
My other hand slides lower. The well of my pussy filled with creamy syrup
beckons me and I torture myself by caressing the lips beside my clit,
avoiding it then slipping one finger into my motel heat. My legs clench
together trapping my hand securing my finger inside my pussy. I can come. I
am so hot, so ready I could come right now like this. I imagine her
demanding I spread my legs. "Show me you pussy," she demands. I spread
my legs wide. My finger slipping from my core. The fingers of both hands
spread me open so she can see the pool of creamy liquid.
In my mind, she directs me. Ever in control of me. I ache to sink my
fingers inside me; I need to stroke my clit so badly I'm almost in tears.
I beg her to let me fill my needs. Instead, she tells me to sink three
fingers deep into my behind. I know this will painfully spread my secret
opening but the thrill of obedience and submission is intoxicating. I
position three fingers pressing the tips against the enterance. "Do it
now!" she demands. Violently I shove all three fingers as deep as
possible into my behind. I hold them there while the pain causes me to
clench around them.
She gives me permission to stroke my clit now. One stroke, two, and the
walls of my pussy are thickening. I'm ready to cum. But I stop. In my
head, she tells me to stop. Only on her command can I resume stroking
myself. "Keep your fingers buried inside your ass while you stroke
yourself." She whispers. I imagine her watching my fingers buried inside
my ass stroking in and out. Milky cream spilling from my desperately
aroused pussy. My slick glistening finger, coated with my juices stroking
back and forth slowly across my swollen clit. I remembered my mouth pressed
to her pussy her cum flowing as I tongued her clit. Then the sweet opening
to her ass. Last the sweet submission of being on my knees her pussy
pressed tightly to my mouth while her scalding liquid, no her scalding pee
filled my mouth and the feelings of completion as I drank every drop. I
couldn't hold back now. These images burned through my mind and I rubbed
my clit. Several times, I held back wanting to savor the sensations longer
but finally I had no control. My pussy clenches aching for something to
fill it and stroke the sensitive walls. As long as I could, I held on to
her command to keep my fingers buried inside my ass. I came so hard, a
river of cum built deep inside me then gushed to the surface spilling out
from my pussy. I pumped my fingers hard in and out of my ass until I
couldn't resist the clenching inside my pussy. I buried four fingers,
spreading myself wide, so wide. Then I fucked my self so hard while I cried
for my mistress to fuck me. My last thoughts of orgasm we being bent over
the back of the couch while she spanked me first then buried a huge dildo
deep into my ass.
I ache for my fantasy to come true someday. I ache to be forced into
submission. Only then will I find the wholeness and peace I yearn for.