kramus

I was asked to write a follow-up to my first erotic email to my lady. I responded with .....

"I can handle that. Self indulgent sybarite musing on the pleasure his little lady can wring out of him. You will be put to work. I like the idea of a hot woman demanding to be put through her paces so to speak. Makes me want to develop scenarios to play out in their variations for a looonnng time to come. A bit of this. Oh, that's very nice. Ooops, I'll try to hold off longer next time. I didn't know you got such a rush out of that. Here, stay with this for a while. You look so beautiful and so sexy when you are doing that. And you sound incredibly hot. Just go with it. We can try more later.

I'll put something together for you to read as you relax from your day. I imagine you loosening the waist band of your pants, and dipping your hand down to touch yourself. I see you brushing your breasts with your fingertips as you fill your mind with how imaginings are merely a first step to creating our realities. I see you tracing your own lips with a finger as your mouth opens in a silent sigh. I see you slowly turn your head as you imagine the warm smooth rigidity of my cock brushing your face . . ."

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My email with the actual follow-up read thusly.

Service - a game of restraint

You are hot, hungry, eager to please.

I ask you to kneel beside the great chair. You pace towards where I am standing and put your hands against my chest, stroking me with your palms as you smile into my eyes. Your dark nipples stand out on your sweet perfect breasts. I look down at you full of the rich knowledge that you are there to please me. I ache with tension. You slide your palms down my belly to cup my testicles and cock. Now your head is bowed. You go to one knee and begin to address my body with your mouth. I feel the knowing pull of you as you suck me into you and lave your tongue against my shaft. You are working your fingers along my scrotum and cupping me, pulling my balls lightly while making quiet, moist sounds. You are breathing around a mouthful of cock, and you moan as you stuff as much as you can hold into yourself. You are now steadily moving your head up and down, gasps muffled as your throat opens and closes on the head of my cock. I take your head in my hands and stroke into your mouth as you suck. I am gasping with you. You are exquisite.

One hand begins to move around my thigh. You tilt your head up to look into my eyes. Drawing your mouth away from my cock slowly, your lips trail sensation that thrills through me. A thin rope of saliva still joins the head of my cock to your tongue. You begin to lick up my shaft and swirl your tongue over the head of my cock. Pursing lips into a kiss, you work them all around my cock. Pushing your tongue firmly into the root of my cock where it nestles in my scrotum you stroke me with a womanly hunger. Knowing I want to prolong this time I draw back from you so that my erection fills your view.

"I love what you are doing, lady. I want you to show me what you can do with your hands no longer free. Stay there a minute."

I go to the special kit I brought, and pull out a length of thick braided rope. You stir yourself as you smile in anticipation of what is to come. Drawing your arms behind you I quickly loop the rope to hold them each individually, with a play of about 8 inches separating them. The trailing end of rope I then use to tie your ankles together. Passing the rope between your knees and up in front of you I tie it about your waist, and draw it down around your pussy, up the crack of your ass, and all the way up and around your throat. Now, when you move your arms or rock too far the rope will pull up against your pussy and ass, rubbing your swollen clit with its soft slick surface.

"Now woman, you will show me what you can accomplish using your mouth. I am ready to be pleased."

I sit in the great chair and you dip your head. You begin to suck me sweetly. Pulling back a moment you look up into my eyes and tell me how sweet I taste. Then you again address me with your mouth.

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