want Michael to stop – though he did, immediately. Instantly she regretted her loss of control.
“No, please don’t stop,” Elena said, but it was too late. She had broken the rules and this time her frustration was greater. It seemed that her reactions were just too intense to be kept inside and she knew she would have to try harder.
“Can’t you gag me?” Elena asked. “It would be so much easier if you would just gag me.” She pictured Michael placing a large gag in her mouth, effectively cutting off her speech and any sounds she might be tempted to make – a very physical reminder of the lesson he was trying to teach.
“I know it would,” Michael replied. “But that would defeat the purpose of learning control. It needs to be self-control, Elena. Try harder, please.”
All it took was Michael’s words to make Elena want to try harder, want to be better for him. There she was in the darkness again, though this time for longer. Her body was vibrating with need and she knew she needed to hold on, to prove to Michael – and to herself – that she could keep herself under control.
The time passed more slowly and she sat still in the chair trying to regain her focus. The arousal clouded her head and made it harder for her to remember why she was in the chair to begin with. She remembered her outburst and loss of control and she knew she would focus and she would make them both proud.
Suddenly, Michael’s hands touched her, spreading warmth through her, not holding back but instead touching her all over as she sat and exercised control. She tried to move against him, though she remained quiet. The only sound in the room was her ragged breathing as Michael teased her. His hands and mouth returned to her nipples, but this time Elena refused to let it distract her from her purpose. Control. Control. Control. She repeated it to herself like a mantra, the words echoing in her head and she would not allow them to reach her lips.
He pinched her nipples between his fingertips, twisting them and she felt a jolt of arousal shoot through her. But she managed to stave off the sounds that she wanted to make.
Michael’s lips were on her neck and then her earlobe, gently biting at her flesh while inside Elena screamed out “Fuck me. Fuck me.” The words were in her head as Michael’s hands parted her legs as wide as they would go while she was tied to the chair. His hands slid between her legs and his lips pressed against hers.
His hands worked their magic, sliding against her and she tried moving. Michael’s endless loops of rope held her in place and she bit her lip as his fingers danced against her flesh.
Sighs and groans of pleasure rose up within her but she pushed them down. She could not control the wetness dripping from her cunt or the way in which her body reacted to Michael, but she would control the noises she so desperately wanted to make. She would keep the sounds inside as Michael continued to tease her.
She could endure it, she knew. She loved the teasing, loved the way she responded to his touches. All she had to do was keep quiet and push back the sounds. It was a small thing to do for Michael, to show him that she was capable of doing as he ordered, that she was capable of exercising that control.
Michael slid his fingers into Elena’s wet pussy and beneath the blindfold, Elena’s eyes rolled back in her head. The pleasure was exquisite, especially combined with the ropes that kept her in place, but Elena controlled herself. She knew Michael could tell how excited she was; there was no need to tell him or give any verbal cues. Her whimpers died in her throat as she strained to control herself.
“So wet, Elena,” Michael commented and Elena felt a blush of red rise to her cheeks. Though she knew she was soaked, hearing the words from Michael’s lips just made it more
“No, please don’t stop,” Elena said, but it was too late. She had broken the rules and this time her frustration was greater. It seemed that her reactions were just too intense to be kept inside and she knew she would have to try harder.
“Can’t you gag me?” Elena asked. “It would be so much easier if you would just gag me.” She pictured Michael placing a large gag in her mouth, effectively cutting off her speech and any sounds she might be tempted to make – a very physical reminder of the lesson he was trying to teach.
“I know it would,” Michael replied. “But that would defeat the purpose of learning control. It needs to be self-control, Elena. Try harder, please.”
All it took was Michael’s words to make Elena want to try harder, want to be better for him. There she was in the darkness again, though this time for longer. Her body was vibrating with need and she knew she needed to hold on, to prove to Michael – and to herself – that she could keep herself under control.
The time passed more slowly and she sat still in the chair trying to regain her focus. The arousal clouded her head and made it harder for her to remember why she was in the chair to begin with. She remembered her outburst and loss of control and she knew she would focus and she would make them both proud.
Suddenly, Michael’s hands touched her, spreading warmth through her, not holding back but instead touching her all over as she sat and exercised control. She tried to move against him, though she remained quiet. The only sound in the room was her ragged breathing as Michael teased her. His hands and mouth returned to her nipples, but this time Elena refused to let it distract her from her purpose. Control. Control. Control. She repeated it to herself like a mantra, the words echoing in her head and she would not allow them to reach her lips.
He pinched her nipples between his fingertips, twisting them and she felt a jolt of arousal shoot through her. But she managed to stave off the sounds that she wanted to make.
Michael’s lips were on her neck and then her earlobe, gently biting at her flesh while inside Elena screamed out “Fuck me. Fuck me.” The words were in her head as Michael’s hands parted her legs as wide as they would go while she was tied to the chair. His hands slid between her legs and his lips pressed against hers.
His hands worked their magic, sliding against her and she tried moving. Michael’s endless loops of rope held her in place and she bit her lip as his fingers danced against her flesh.
Sighs and groans of pleasure rose up within her but she pushed them down. She could not control the wetness dripping from her cunt or the way in which her body reacted to Michael, but she would control the noises she so desperately wanted to make. She would keep the sounds inside as Michael continued to tease her.
She could endure it, she knew. She loved the teasing, loved the way she responded to his touches. All she had to do was keep quiet and push back the sounds. It was a small thing to do for Michael, to show him that she was capable of doing as he ordered, that she was capable of exercising that control.
Michael slid his fingers into Elena’s wet pussy and beneath the blindfold, Elena’s eyes rolled back in her head. The pleasure was exquisite, especially combined with the ropes that kept her in place, but Elena controlled herself. She knew Michael could tell how excited she was; there was no need to tell him or give any verbal cues. Her whimpers died in her throat as she strained to control herself.
“So wet, Elena,” Michael commented and Elena felt a blush of red rise to her cheeks. Though she knew she was soaked, hearing the words from Michael’s lips just made it more
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