"Trying to reach around behind yourself to get off is not such an easy feat is it my pet?" I enquire with a slight leer.
"No Sir, it is not. I am not complaining…I mean thank you for this Sir, but I cannot reach what I most want to this way," you respond.
"You are most welcome my pet," I grant solicitously. "So what is it that you want to be able to touch?"
Blushing, you look down demurely, clearly embarrassed at having to explain what you want to me. It is so much easier just to be commanded. “I would like to touch my clit Sir so that I may come for you.”
"I see," I chuckle slightly. "So if you touch your clit you will be able to come for me is that right? Not for you, for me?" my sly grin tells you I am not buying your stuff about coming for me. You just really want to cum and release the pent up craving you are suffering through at the moment.
"Do you think I should allow you to play with your clit little one? Do you think I should allow you to cum?"
"Only if it pleases you Sir," you properly reply now looking deeply into my eyes. The message there says in no uncertain terms that ‘Hell yes I want to play with my clit and cum’ but verbally you are playing the part properly.
Without breaking eye contact I stare back at you impassively as though thinking deeply about how I should respond.
"We’re going to play a little game," I explain. "I will allow you to touch your clit and the rest of that pretty pussy of yours for that matter but only in the following way. We’ll see how long it takes you cum…if at all." You swallow hard and for an instant your eyes flash away from mine as you contemplate what I might have in store for you.
"Look at me my pet," I command firmly, "here’s how this is going to work. When I snap my fingers you are to spank yourself square on your lips and clit with all four fingers. Not a little love pat but a genuine slap. I want to hear it…skin on skin."
At the realization of what I am proposing you break eye contact and stare down at the floor with some embarrassment. But meekly you manage to respond with a quiet “Yes Sir.”
At the sound of the snapping of my finger and thumb you reach between your broadly spread thighs and give a little pat, your fingers pulling away with a trail of nectar from your now soaked sex.
"That was lame little one," I chide. "I don’t want little pats. I want you to haul off and give yourself a good solid smack. Is that understood?"
"Yes Sir, I will try."
"Don’t try, do."
You haul back and give yourself a hard walloping blow to your own sex and I am rewarded with a solid wet smacking sound. Even in full anticipation of your own touch you cannot help but give a little grunt from the intensity of the sensation adding to your already worked up state.
"Much better my pet, just like that."
You respond with two more blows to your dripping sex with your cupped hand.
The four successive blows changes your reaction from one of a little shock and discomfort to grunts of pleasure and rapidly increased rate of breathing. Each sharp slap of your fingers and palm on your lips, hooded clit and generous mound sends a stabbing pleasurable sensation right through you.
Your stomach muscles are already showing signs of contraction with each self-inflicted slap to your pussy and it is clear to me that this will not go on for very long before the allure of relinquishing control to me combined with the sensation building in your loins pushes you over the edge.
"With your last slap stop and hold your hand right there on your pussy and do not move a muscle," I command.
"STOP!" I command. "Hold it right there."
Caption © For the Love of A Submissive, 2012