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Subject: {ASSM} A Close Examination of Monique {Robert Newman} (MF cons Mdom bd rom oral pett veg real)
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"A Close Examination of Monique"
by Robert Newman
Her fingers tense to the touch of my lips, as I trace my tongue
unhurriedly from one to the next. Her palms are downwards
against the board, and I feel the tiny hairs on the back of her
hand rise under my lips. She has beautiful hands. I kiss her
knuckles, then move on towards her wrists, where I linger to
savour how the ropes hold her firm, passing three times round
her wrist and the board which is cut exactly to her shape. I am
glad we had this board made; a simple affair made from thick,
laminated wood and cut to a shape made from tracing round her
naked body with a marker pen, and we both remember the simple
excitement that exercise alone caused us, not just from the
journey of the pen and my hand which guided it, but from the
anticipation of why she was being traced in this way. The
completed board, slightly padded, is now mounted horizontally on
stout tubular metal legs well able to take her weight and my own.
I open my eyes to see how the ropes hold her for my pleasure. I
extend my tongue to her, making her tense her hand and tighten
the rope's grip. I like to see her bound like this, like to see
her struggle as if she wants to escape, even though we both know
she does not. Upwards, the longer hairs on her arms rising from
the goose bumps caused by my teasing tongue. I sense her hold
her breath as my tongue teases, slowing down then speeding up
towards the nerve centers at her inner elbow. I linger there
awhile, using kisses now to make her see she has more erogenous
zones than she was aware of.
Her breathing has quickened now and is unsteady. I wonder if I
could make her come from just kissing her arms? I think, with
the right situation and the right choice of words, I could, but
that is for another day. Upwards again. The ropes which hold her
arms down brush under my lips as I continue. Inches away from my
eyes and lips I see the swell of her breast as her chest rises
and falls. Goose bumps there, too. Her nipple stands proud
before my eyes, hard, dry just waiting to be kissed and caressed.
But her nipples are intended for my downward journey. In time.
We are in no hurry.
My kiss reaches the inside of her upper arm. I wet my lips and
leave trails of saliva on her skin to go cold and remind her of
where I have been. The swell of her breast is against my cheek.
Her perfect scent excites me. I am at her armpit now, her fresh
perspiration an aphrodisiac to be savored. I kiss slowly from
there towards her neck, where her collar holds her neck to the
board. It is not tight, but prevents her moving away. I can feel
her heartbeat under my lips on her neck as I slide my tongue
under the collar to remind her that it is mine. I have fitted it
to her. She belongs to me.
Upwards again, this part of my journey almost done. The rest of
her neck, then her ears, so sensitive to my kiss and my breath.
I pull her lobe between my lips and push the tip of my tongue
inside her ear, holding her head still as she tries to twist
away from the unbearable pleasure it brings. I whisper in this,
her left ear, "I love you," then I move to her right and repeat.
Her mouth answers me with words and her body answers me with
reactions.
I kiss from her right ear to her neck and then up to her mouth.
She makes no attempt to twist away as I kiss her lips, but I
hold her face anyway, to allow her to revel in my power, not
because I need the power but because we both need to acknowledge
it. I move my face away and look at hers. Even with the
blindfold she is stunningly beautiful. I spend some minutes
drinking the sight of her in. She remains there, not moving. She
knows I am looking at her, and she knows I can see her. All of
her, naked and bound before me.
I dip my head to her lips again, tracing their outline with my
tongue as her own tongue reaches out to meet me. I love her
tongue, whether it be used to talk and tease in her fun way that
enthrals me so or whether it be caressing the most intimate
parts of me. For now her tongue is playing games with my own,
which I slow down so as to remember these sensations. I
concentrate on our tongues. How many people, I wonder, use their
tongues in such love play without really concentrating on the
sensations there? This needs time, not speed.
Later, much later, my tongue moves again, straight down this
time, across her chin and to her throat, stopping at the collar
to take it between my teeth and tug it to remind her again of
its symbolism. Then on, down her chest until it rests midway
between her breasts. I ask her, "left or right?" but all I get
is an excited moan and a push of her body as she strains up
against her bonds to meet me. Right, I think, following that
perfect texture across the breast and onto the nipple, drawing a
gasp from her as I get there, then more gasps as my tongue
circles it and finally my lips enclose it and draw it in.
Between my lips I hold it and use my tongue to flick across it.
She is pleading now, "I need to come, master, please make me
come." But she will come, when I am ready. Not yet, but when I am
ready.
Time to move east, directly from her right breast, down the
valley between to the other, the anticipation of the repetition
exciting her before I get there. I move back again, watching her
as her chest rises and falls with increasing urgency, the
wetness of my saliva still glistening on her nipples where I left
it to cool and excite.
Back to the center I go, then down, across the single rope
beneath her breasts which holds her chest down, then on to the
flatness of her tummy. Her muscles are hard, expectant. She
knows where I am going but has no idea how long I will take to
get there or by which route. My tongue lingers in her navel, then
travels outwards to her hipbone, teasing and kissing
that oh-so-sensitive point just inside the pelvic
bone where that glorious flatness of her stomach starts. Then
across, to the other side, zig-zagging to left and right
and going tortuously further towards her pubis with each
traverse.
My mouth has reached the top of her mound now, and she
is trying everything to get me to make contact. Her words are a
rush of sexual delirium now, mainly "please, please, please...".
But I am not ready yet. I move away and look down at her as her
frustration makes her relax and sag back onto the board. She is
beautiful, the slick of perspiration making her skin glow. Words
of frustration now, "Please, why are you teasing me?" I laugh a
reply. "Please, I have to come." she begs. "Soon, I promise,
but when you do it will be so good, I promise you. Do you trust
me, my love?" "Yes." "Then wait for me, you will know the moment.
You will come at exactly the moment I choose for you to, and
then you will come again, then once more, three times in all.
Then you will need to sleep." Silence.
I keep looking at her relaxed form. It is not often that one has
the opportunity or takes the time to examine a girl in that much
detail. My head is directly above her pussy, her legs parted by
the board, and her thighs held fast by more ropes. Her labia are
nicely moist from my work, and I touch the wetness with one
finger, causing her to tense and gasp. I taste the moisture,
then allow her to taste too. I collect more and wipe it round her
lips, then reach up to kiss it off again. I love the taste of
her arousal. I kiss her lips and then push my wet fingers between
us, our tongues devouring me as we kiss.
The temptation to simply straddle her face and thrust in to take
my own selfish pleasure is almost too strong to resist, yet I do.
That will come later. For this time my purpose is to demonstrate
to this lovely lady that I can drive her wild with sexual
frenzy, and allow her release only when I decide. I stand and go
to her feet.
I kneel at her feet and trace my tongue slowly up the underside.
The sensation is unbearable at first, and her foot wriggles this
way and that to escape, but the rope which holds her ankle and
my own hand stopping her twisting prevent such escape. I continue
licking the puckered skin. My tongue traces upwards again. She
is moaning now, her head thrashing from side to side as much as
her collar allows. This time I don't stop, and my tongue goes
between her first and second toes, before my lips surround her
big toe. When I decide to move on I kiss and suck each toe in
turn before repeating the whole process on the other foot. She
is almost sobbing now, not with sadness but because she needs
release. Soon, my darling, very soon.
My lips and tongue start the wonderfully long journey up the
insides of her legs, from one to the other, kissing, licking,
moving slowly but steadily higher. I pause to lick the hollows
of her ankles, then trail my tongue along her calf muscles. I use
long movements to travel between the hollows and bumps, licking
up and down her calf and stopping at her ankles and knees to
press the pleasure home.
I stop also wherever there is a rope holding her. She is
submissive by choice, not because I have made her that way, so
she enjoys the ropes, and anything I do to remind her the ropes
are holding her gives her an extra kick. So I pause at her
ropes, I bite and pull them, I lick beneath them, I slide my
fingers under them so they tighten on her. I push her limbs
against them to remind her she cannot move, cannot escape. Her
legs have ropes at the ankles, above the knees and at the
thickest part of her thighs. My tongue is now concentrating on
the indentations at the sides of her knees and the ropes just
above. I am waiting and she is waiting. Her first orgasm is
minutes away and I feel that somehow she senses it.
I take a moment to look at her face, letting my fingers keep the
sensations going as they trace her inner thighs. Her head is
still moving to and fro, saliva dribbling from her mouth. If she
could see herself I have no doubt she would say she looked a
mess, with her hair matted and disheveled and her make-up
awry, but to me she looks so beautiful, so abandoned, so mine. I
have to kiss that mouth for a moment, I have to use my tongue to
drink her saliva, to devour whatever I can.
She tenses as she feels me moving lower again. I place my tongue
on her right thigh, just above the knee rope. I make sure it is
as wet as I can, since I need enough moisture to lubricate my
way until I can get to more moisture of a different kind. I start
to move upwards and I feel her whole body tense. Upwards, will I
stop? I reach the thigh rope and cross it. The heat and the
scent of her invade my senses. Upwards until her other thigh is
against my face too. She is gasping now. My tongue has reached
her and lashes across her clitoris and she comes as her pussy
convulses and squeezes a bead of her moisture out and into my
waiting mouth. Her gasps are deafening. I take hold of her hands
with my own and feel her grip as the spasms take her. My tongue
vibrates between her labia and she is shaking, crying, sobbing,
gasping.
I still my tongue, but leave it in place. Her staccato spasms
eventually subside, her grip on my hands turns from a grip of
desperation back to grasps of love. I speak into her so she
feels as well as hears me. "Relaxed?" She is about to reply when
I trace my tongue upwards and across her clitoris again. She
screams out and tenses, her hands gripping mine anew. If she
could close her legs she would, because she is so sensitive
there, but she cannot. I slow to a gentle circular movement
around the hard bud, occasionally making contact and feeling the
immediate reaction throughout her body as I do so. Soon she is
ready, and I settle into a steady rhythm with the merest flicks
of my tongue directly onto her clit, while retrieving my right
hand and pushing two fingers deep into her, feeling the oiliness
of her cervix and scraping forwards over her g-spot to
bring about a second convulsive explosion.
She struggles to breathe, to cope with the sensations that take
her beyond control as I tease out the last of her orgasm, then I
gently kiss her bud as she subsides once more, keeping her on
the boil while allowing her a few moments respite. She is trying
to speak again, and I stop for long enough to listen. "Enough,
please, I can't take any more." I tell her I said three and I
meant three, and she knows better than to argue, after all, what
can she do? I offer to get her a drink, which she accepts. I
pour a large glass of fruit juice and go back to sit beside her.
I take a sip of the juice and kiss her lips apart, allowing the
liquid to flow from me and between her lips. We share an
open-mouthed, fruit-flavored kiss, not swallowing
but sharing it back and forth between us until we have absorbed
it all.
I dip my finger in the juice and trickle droplets onto her lips,
a drip at a time, her tongue reaching out to get the next. I
allow a droplet to trail down the side of her mouth to her neck
and recover it by licking back up the track it made. Then I take
a large swig and in another open-mouthed kiss we share it
back and forth, raising its temperature to our own. I love to
look at her, and pull back to see the droplets running from her
mouth. Half a glass left - just enough. I tell her to
open her mouth and offer the glass to her, but from the angle she
is at it spills and runs down her face. I allow the trickle from
the glass to trail across her skin as I move the glass down, on
her chest, running down her neck and making her shiver and
giggle. Downwards I go again, pausing to drip some on her nipples,
amused by the way it leaves colored patterns on her lovely skin.
Down again, leaving a pool in her navel and making her tense
again as it eventually runs between her legs.
With my other hand I part her labia and pour it directly onto
her clit, emptying the rest of the glass slowly there. All that
is left now is to drink my juice. She knows where it has gone
because she felt it run there. Therefore she knows where I will
go. Of course I start at her lips again, licking down onto her
throat and then across her chest to her nipples. Despite herself
she is rising to meet me. "No more" has little conviction now.
Down across her stomach to her navel, plunging my tongue in to
displace the pool of fluid collected there, and following it as
it runs away.
All gone, I start another journey south, across her pubic mound
and between those lips that I still hold apart. I lick along
each of her outer labia in turn, taking each into my mouth gently
as my tongue traces her inner lips. The juice has run lower and
I follow it. I lick lower, teasing her whole anal area before
going back to her beautiful fruit-flavored pussy. She
knows now that her pleas are lost, that she will come again,
because I have told her so. My tongue traces back up her body as
my fingers start a regular rhythm within her.
I kiss her mouth, a clear message to her that her body is one,
regardless of which part I kiss. I love all of her. My other
hand pinches her nose, so to breathe she must do so through my
mouth. The initial panic over, I breathe for her. I love to do
this, since this way I can live her orgasm with her, feel as her
need for breath quickens and loses control. She is seconds away
and I intensify my movements to take her over the top, and she
gasps for the breath I give her. She moans into my mouth, a
mixture of words of love spoken within me. I do not release her,
but stay with my mouth locked to hers as she peaks and gradually
subsides, and our breathing returns to regular, relaxed
normality. Her body is covered in sweat and juice and she looks
gorgeous.
I take off her blindfold and smile at her as she smiles back at
me. We talk about what has happened and what we mean to each
other. She seems in no hurry to be released and I am in no hurry
to release her. We kiss sometimes and we talk at other times. I
feed her pieces of fresh fruit and squeeze them on her breasts
so I can lick them off her again. At a whim I put strawberries on
her chest and stomach and I climb upon her to squash them
between us, then raise my cock to her mouth so she can lick
them from me. I love to watch her lick me, her eyes closed as
she savours the pleasure she gives me.
She asks me if she can try to repay some of the pleasure she has
had today, and I tease her, asking how she can possibly do
anything since she is still tied fast. I make a decision,
climb astride her and push my cock between her lips....
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