“Tonight you dance for me, Silver,” Lord X whispers in my ear as we’re eating dinner at my family’s house.
I know I’m turning red, but I give him a tiny smile. “Yes, milord,” I mouth at him discreetly. Although my family hasn’t the faintest clue of our bedroom life, I sometimes wonder if they wonder about it. We look like a happily married couple to the outside I hope, but when it comes to our roles in our relationship, I am never sure if they’d approve. I know my one sister would be furious… she’s a hardcore feminist and when she heard about Fifty Shades of Grey’s success she was disgusted and would rant about how she couldn’t believe a female would let a male person dominate her. Now, I’m not saying we’re like Fifty Shade of Grey here… in fact… I don’t think you could say Christian and Ana (the characters from that series) are even in a D/s relationship in many ways, but I digress…
“I have a track of music ready,” He whispers again, knowing full well that he’s making me deliciously wet at the scandal of this conversation at the dinner table. (This story is from before we had children so if I don’t mention them it’s because they don’t exist yet.)
“What are you two whispering about?” My anti-male-authority sister pipes up.
“Nothing,” I say quickly, and give Lord X a sharp look.
He smirks and continues eating.
By the time we’re headed back home I can’t wait to dance for Lord X. I know the perfect lingerie to take off–uh–wear.
Lord X tells me to come to the bedroom when I’m ready. I know how to dance really dirty. I’ve got a good beat as a trained musician and my body has rhythm. I’d never dance like this anywhere but for Lord X, but I don’t want to dance like this for anyone else anyway. I choose a pink and black lace corset and a black garter belt, thong, and garters. The last thing I slip on are some long elbow length lace fingerless gloves. My hair is short so all I need to do is keep my hands it in during the dancing to give it that sexed up look.
I walk into the room and present myself before Lord X, he’s sitting on the bed, shirtless, his hot body making me wet. He gives me a grin of approval. “Very nice, Silver,” he praises, then turns on the music. A pumping Beyonce song starts.
“I’m gonna make you hard, baby,” I purr and start rocking my hips to the beat, my arms rise above my head, run through my hair, I make sure to move enough that my round ass is turned to him, and I bounce it a couple of times then switch back toward my breasts, my hands run over them.
“Strip,” Lord X commands in one word, his eyes alive with lust for me, his private dancer. He strips down his jeans and underwear. His cock is hard, my eyes linger on his huge erection.
That’s for me, my performance, I muse. I begin to take off the gloves, sliding them up over my fingers ever so slow. A good strip is all about the tease and taking your time for a great pay off. My performance is a success, he’s remaining hard as a rock and boy do I hope I get a good orgasmic ride on him as a reward. The song changes to a Justin Timberlake song with a faster beat than the last song. Now I’m undoing my corset, untying the ribbon holding my breasts so tight that they spill over. I shimmy the corset off in such a way that I end up cupping up my breasts and pinching both nipples between two fingers. Lord X stands and takes me in his arms, he dances with me a little. His erection grinds against my thong-clad backside.
Oh, I’m so close to a climax.
He kisses down my neck, and then reaches around me and grasps my breasts in his hands, holding me against him tight.
Oh, what exquisite pleasure. I love it. I can never get enough.
He turns me in his arms and sits on the bed while I face him. “Lap dance me, baby,” he murmurs, his tongue swirling around one of my nipples.
I straddling his lap and rock my hips, circle them against him and his erection.
“Cum,” he growls, touching, squeezing, and caressing my nipples. “Show me how you can cum.”
I practically cum at his demanding words.
I grind my crotch against his erection, bumping the head of his dick against the hard nub of my clitoris until I’m unable to stand or move as I come to pieces in a harsh, wanting, orgasm. My pussy is empty and I feel at that moment that if he doesn’t fill me I’ll die.
He quickly rips my panties off and bends me over the bed. I gasp as this all happens between beats of the music. He pins me face down into the bed and I squirm with delight as he plunges his cock deep, I’m so wet I conform to ever inch of his magnificent hot cock.
“Oh!” I cry. “Oh, oh, oh, ahhh!” I scream finally as I can’t stop an orgasm from overtaking my body once more. My mind is in a mist as I drop deep into Sub Space (Sub Space is how we refer to when a submissive is in complete submission, it’s very pleasurable for a submissive).
“You like that you, naughty girl, you like it when I fuck you like this?” He spanks me hard on the ass. It’s perfect, it melds with my other sensations in a powerful outburst of euphoria.
“Cum again, naughty girl, I want to feel you cum around my cock,” He groans, spanking me again, and then again. “Raise your ass up higher, Silver, let me fuck you deep.”
“Yes, sir,” I say with clenched teeth, I’m so in his control and it’s perfect. I raise my hips so I’m on my knees, my hands are grasping the bedsheets to keep myself in place for him. He’s humping me hard. I can’t take it anymore I cum just as he’d asked me too. He takes that moment to grab a fist full of my hair while he cums hard inside me.
“Oh, Silver, baby, you’re so tight! Oh, fuck!”
We both come down from the heights of ecstasy and find ourselves lying on the bed looking into each other’s eyes. As always Lord X kisses me on the lips softly. “You are the best thing about my life,” he murmurs.
I shiver at his wonderful words. “And you are the best thing about mine.”
I know I’m turning red, but I give him a tiny smile. “Yes, milord,” I mouth at him discreetly. Although my family hasn’t the faintest clue of our bedroom life, I sometimes wonder if they wonder about it. We look like a happily married couple to the outside I hope, but when it comes to our roles in our relationship, I am never sure if they’d approve. I know my one sister would be furious… she’s a hardcore feminist and when she heard about Fifty Shades of Grey’s success she was disgusted and would rant about how she couldn’t believe a female would let a male person dominate her. Now, I’m not saying we’re like Fifty Shade of Grey here… in fact… I don’t think you could say Christian and Ana (the characters from that series) are even in a D/s relationship in many ways, but I digress…
“I have a track of music ready,” He whispers again, knowing full well that he’s making me deliciously wet at the scandal of this conversation at the dinner table. (This story is from before we had children so if I don’t mention them it’s because they don’t exist yet.)
“What are you two whispering about?” My anti-male-authority sister pipes up.
“Nothing,” I say quickly, and give Lord X a sharp look.
He smirks and continues eating.
By the time we’re headed back home I can’t wait to dance for Lord X. I know the perfect lingerie to take off–uh–wear.
Lord X tells me to come to the bedroom when I’m ready. I know how to dance really dirty. I’ve got a good beat as a trained musician and my body has rhythm. I’d never dance like this anywhere but for Lord X, but I don’t want to dance like this for anyone else anyway. I choose a pink and black lace corset and a black garter belt, thong, and garters. The last thing I slip on are some long elbow length lace fingerless gloves. My hair is short so all I need to do is keep my hands it in during the dancing to give it that sexed up look.
I walk into the room and present myself before Lord X, he’s sitting on the bed, shirtless, his hot body making me wet. He gives me a grin of approval. “Very nice, Silver,” he praises, then turns on the music. A pumping Beyonce song starts.
“I’m gonna make you hard, baby,” I purr and start rocking my hips to the beat, my arms rise above my head, run through my hair, I make sure to move enough that my round ass is turned to him, and I bounce it a couple of times then switch back toward my breasts, my hands run over them.
“Strip,” Lord X commands in one word, his eyes alive with lust for me, his private dancer. He strips down his jeans and underwear. His cock is hard, my eyes linger on his huge erection.
That’s for me, my performance, I muse. I begin to take off the gloves, sliding them up over my fingers ever so slow. A good strip is all about the tease and taking your time for a great pay off. My performance is a success, he’s remaining hard as a rock and boy do I hope I get a good orgasmic ride on him as a reward. The song changes to a Justin Timberlake song with a faster beat than the last song. Now I’m undoing my corset, untying the ribbon holding my breasts so tight that they spill over. I shimmy the corset off in such a way that I end up cupping up my breasts and pinching both nipples between two fingers. Lord X stands and takes me in his arms, he dances with me a little. His erection grinds against my thong-clad backside.
Oh, I’m so close to a climax.
He kisses down my neck, and then reaches around me and grasps my breasts in his hands, holding me against him tight.
Oh, what exquisite pleasure. I love it. I can never get enough.
He turns me in his arms and sits on the bed while I face him. “Lap dance me, baby,” he murmurs, his tongue swirling around one of my nipples.
I straddling his lap and rock my hips, circle them against him and his erection.
“Cum,” he growls, touching, squeezing, and caressing my nipples. “Show me how you can cum.”
I practically cum at his demanding words.
I grind my crotch against his erection, bumping the head of his dick against the hard nub of my clitoris until I’m unable to stand or move as I come to pieces in a harsh, wanting, orgasm. My pussy is empty and I feel at that moment that if he doesn’t fill me I’ll die.
He quickly rips my panties off and bends me over the bed. I gasp as this all happens between beats of the music. He pins me face down into the bed and I squirm with delight as he plunges his cock deep, I’m so wet I conform to ever inch of his magnificent hot cock.
“Oh!” I cry. “Oh, oh, oh, ahhh!” I scream finally as I can’t stop an orgasm from overtaking my body once more. My mind is in a mist as I drop deep into Sub Space (Sub Space is how we refer to when a submissive is in complete submission, it’s very pleasurable for a submissive).
“You like that you, naughty girl, you like it when I fuck you like this?” He spanks me hard on the ass. It’s perfect, it melds with my other sensations in a powerful outburst of euphoria.
“Cum again, naughty girl, I want to feel you cum around my cock,” He groans, spanking me again, and then again. “Raise your ass up higher, Silver, let me fuck you deep.”
“Yes, sir,” I say with clenched teeth, I’m so in his control and it’s perfect. I raise my hips so I’m on my knees, my hands are grasping the bedsheets to keep myself in place for him. He’s humping me hard. I can’t take it anymore I cum just as he’d asked me too. He takes that moment to grab a fist full of my hair while he cums hard inside me.
“Oh, Silver, baby, you’re so tight! Oh, fuck!”
We both come down from the heights of ecstasy and find ourselves lying on the bed looking into each other’s eyes. As always Lord X kisses me on the lips softly. “You are the best thing about my life,” he murmurs.
I shiver at his wonderful words. “And you are the best thing about mine.”
