Taking Charge (Audio Script)

Stories

The darkness is comforting. Some people are scared of it, but I enjoy it.

It makes the rest of my senses amplify, like they’re all turned up to eleven: smell, hearing, touch… especially touch.

The silk tie I’ve blindfolded myself with is your favorite one, black with the red stripes.

A faint draft of cold air flows in from our bedroom window and tickles my already hardened shaft. The black satin sheets beneath me are cool and soft against my backside.

When will you be home? Come on, already. I can’t wait any longer!

I’ve been unbearably horny since receiving your text message this afternoon demanding that I be naked and blindfolded when you get home from work this evening.

God, I nearly came then and there when I got that text.

We haven’t explored my submissive side much, but it’s something I’ve been dying to do.

I hear the front door crack open. Is that…? Yes, that must be you.

Your heels clap loudly against the hardwood floor, getting closer and closer every second.

Will you be pleased by the sight of me? I hope I’ve followed your instructions to your liking.

The sound of your heels is so close. You must be in the bedroom with me. You must be standing just beside the bed, staring down at me.

My breath hitches in the back of my throat and my cock swells with desire. I want so desperately to speak, to beg you to fuck me, but I know that speaking out of turn is against your rules.

“Are you ready for me?” you ask.

I nod silently, in response.

God, if only I could reach out and stroke my cock, if only I could give myself just a little bit of pleasure and release.

I hear you moving around the room and the sound of your clothes hitting the floor.

I’m so excited, so turned on, that my cock is pointed straight up at the ceiling and throbbing wildly.

What are you going to do to me?

I feel your weight sinking the edge of the bed downwards followed by your knee straddling my left hip.

I suck in a huge breath, hardly able to hold myself together.

Your hands are cold as they wrap around my wrists and join them together above my head. I feel the soft bite of rope as you bind my wrists above my head and attach them to a hole in the decorative bed frame.

Being helpless to you is intoxicating, not knowing what you have planned for me, not knowing when you’re going to let me go…

I pull at my bonds just to test their strictness.

Oh yeah, I’m definitely not getting out these ropes.

I feel your weight shift as you crawl up my body, rising further and further up me until I can feel the heat of your pussy somewhere just above my nose.

What are you doing? Oh, god, I have to have you…

“Lick me,” you demand, your voice stern and unflinching.

I raise my head up slightly and search for the warm wet folds of your pussy.

There you are.

I push my tongue forward and slide it deep inside of you.

Oh, god, you are so wet already. This must turn you on as much as it turns me on, tying me up, making me helpless… you’re so good at it.

You taste so fucking good… tangy and sweet.

You grab a handful of my hair and hold my head in place with a rough grip. The pain quickly transforms into pleasure.

I work my tongue faster and faster. I push it deep within you, then draw it back up to your swollen clit.

The sound of your moaning is enough to send me over the edge. To know that I’m pleasing you, to know that you’re forcing me to please you, it’s almost too much to bear.

Your moans grow higher and higher pitched as you rock your hips hard up against my face, grinding into me, forcing me to fuck you with my mouth.

You are completely in control and there’s nothing I can do. I couldn’t get myself out of this situation if I wanted to.

Suddenly, I feel you pull away from me and you make your way down the bed.

God, I need you so badly right now. My cock is so hard for you it’s starting to hurt a little.

You tease the sensitive head of my cock by pressing your warm wet folds around it.

Oh, god. Are you going to fuck me?

Your pussy is so fucking warm as you lower yourself down onto me. My hard shaft slips up inside of you and your inner walls clench tightly around me.

Oh, fuck. Oh my god, you feel so good.

Your little sighs and groans of pleasure send hot bolts of desire shooting up inside of me as you ride me like nothing more than a little plaything.

I’m just a fucktoy for you and I absolutely love it. I’m just something for you to get off on.

You fuck yourself hard, bouncing up and down on my throbbing cock and letting out a long, throaty moan of pleasure each time you rise up.

My whole body is heating up and I have a feeling I’m not going to last much longer. I desperately wish I could see the faces of pleasure I know you’re making right now.

Please, I beg you, I want to see you passion.

The palm of your hand suddenly stifles any noise coming out of my mouth. You keep your hand clamped tight against me and fuck me even harder.

I’m leaking squirts of pre-passion inside of you, my own hips bucking up and down in a smooth rhythm with yours.

This is it. I can feel it coming.

I’m going to passion. Fuck, I’m going to passion…

Just as I let out a long, muffled moan into your hand, you release your own wild cry of rapture. I feel you passion while my own hot sticky load of seed unloads inside of you.

Slowly your hand falls away from my mouth and I feel you lay down next to me on the bed. We’re both panting, our hearts racing, and you draw small patterns across my bare stomach.

“That,” I mumble, “was amazing. I’m just sad that it’s already over.”

“Excuse me?” You interrupt me and grab another handful of my hair. “Who said anything about this being over?”