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By *oss25 OP Man
over a year ago
Flitwick and Fakenham |
She stared up at him, open mouthed (again) and started to say something. Simon raised his eyebrows and lifted her hands higher still. Annie winced, partly uncomfortable and partly realisation; she had met her match and she had a choice to make, open warfare or allow Simon to take control.
“Sorry, your rules, I’ll do as I’m told within reason”
Simon lifted her arms as high as they could go and stared her down. Annie could feel her shoulder sockets pull and marvelled at the strength he must have to hold her like this. She felt the tingle in her stomach and realised it had spread to her pussy.
“Take it off” Simon said
“What? I don’t, I can’t, I don’t know that I can be me without it!” Annie haltingly whispered
“Try for me”
Simon released her arms and she tentatively started pulling clips out of her red hair, seconds later she slowly removed the wig from her head. Annie looked somehow reduced, still stunning but the look in her eyes had changed. The way she stood and projected herself had softened imperceptibly.
Your rules, anything you say” she whispered with her blue eyes gazing into his.
She suddenly felt alive, as if a huge weight had been lifted off her. Every touch, real or imagined, sent shudders through her body. She knew then that she wanted Simon to be in control, that after all this time of being the dominant in a relationship she was ready to relinquish power and enjoy every sensation that was to come. The red wig had symbolised her dominatrix status, it was expected of her, fiery redhead in control and as much as she had enjoyed the power she had never felt truly connected. She knew instantly that this had changed and removing the wig allowed her to just be herself: to submit to another’s will and desires, to be used and enjoyed. God, she could feel her pussy tingling and wet, the anticipation was killing her.
Simon massaged her arms, neck and shoulders before kissing her sensually and slowly. Taking his time to ensure that she meant it and wasn’t about to launch a swift reprisal. He loved that she was fiery and knew what she wanted, he had no intention of breaking her, her intelligence and the spark it gave her was what he valued most. He would have the final say and she would do as he required. A light hearted Dom maybe and now that Annie has relinquished control, something she had never done before, he wanted to make sure it was the most fulfilling, sensual meet ever.
Remembering Mark and Chris, Simon turned to them and said
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to kill the mood! Let’s all start again shall we?”
He uncrossed her arms and kissed her then started to unbutton her white blouse. A button undone in between each deep kiss. He eased it off her shoulders and she let it drop to the floor. Her short black leather skirt was next, Simon teased his finger around the waistband before undoing it and added it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Mark and Chris had taken the hint and were stripping too.
Annie stood in lacy white bra and knickers, her toned tanned body looking every inch sex goddess. She shook out her own pale blonde hair and smiled at them all.
“Undress me please” Simon asked
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