June 10, 2011

Titular

Posted in stories tagged at 2:43 am by littlesubmissions

“Now ma’am.” His voice was thinner, higher. His breath shallow and ragged.

She looked at her watch and made a note on a scrap of paper. “Longer than I expected. Good boy, now hold still.” She carefully opened the clamps, watched the blood rush into the flatted meat of his nipples and heard the sharp hiss of his breath. When his breathing had slowed, she jerked her head towards his crotch. “Pull down your pants and boxers.”

A sharp flinch and a grunt of conflicting desire. “You said you’d take them off when…”

A nod. “I did take them off. Now I’m going to put them back on your balls, and you are going to tell me when you can’t take it anymore, again. After that I think I’m going to put them on your tongue, so if you want to go out, I’d suggest you plan carefully. Now. Drop. Your. Pants.”

A moan and a sob, and the sound of his zipper coming undone. They went about their day, reveling in the sensations they were causing each other, touching each other briefly as they walked by, enjoying the little submissions.

Copyright Jerry Jones. Unauthorized use is prohibited.

6 Comments »

  1. Ranai said,

    Calculation meets devotion. These two are so romantic! Thank you, as always.

    • littlesubmissions said,

      What a lovely compliment. Thank you as well.

  2. Mike said,

    I like

    • littlesubmissions said,

      Thank you. 🙂

  3. m said,

    I like that you used ‘little submissions’ in there.

    • littlesubmissions said,

      Thanks, it seemed appropriate.


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