All Mine (Audio Script)

Stories

“Are you ready for tonight?

I know it’s been a while since we had a proper play session.

Work has just been crazy and then you had that thing with your boss and…”

“Yes, Sir.”

I cut you off mid-sentence with my reply.

You straighten your back and turn to face me, the deep red bondage rope coiled around your fingers.

“Someone is eager…”

“Well, like you said… it’s been a while. Mmm, I really missed you.

I think I need something special tonight.”

“Oh, is that so?

Well, actually…

I do happen to have something planned for later.”

“Really?”

“Do you remember what we talked about last month?”

My mind instantly flashes back to the date night we had about 3 weeks ago.

We had just come home from a movie night at Jason and Julie’s place.

We had been teasing each other all night with looks and subtle movements under the blanket.

They’re some of our more vanilla friends, so they seemed pretty oblivious to what we were doing.

Once we got into the car, you put your hand on my thigh and you told me you wanted to get me even more worked up… so I was nice and wet for you once we got back home.

You stroked my thigh, slowly lifting my skirt higher and higher as you talked about our current top fantasy: having someone watch as you dominate me.

I was already feeling needy.

But hearing you describe all the things you wanted to do to me while someone watched us got me so hot… we ended up having sex in the parked car in the driveway.

“It was… about someone watching us.

Right?”

“Yes. That’s right.

We talked about someone watching you submit to me.

Showing someone what a good girl you are for me.

That’s something we both want, right?”

“Yes…”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I flex my wrists slightly and feel the rope you’ve bound me with give way a little.

There’s enough room for me to rotate my wrist slightly in either direction.

I could likely free myself if I wanted to.

You always know just how to bind me so it feels comfortable and restrictive but not scary.

Bondage isn’t really our thing, but climax control is.

I just love begging you to let me passion.

And it feels so good when you finally allow it.

Then, there are times when you make it last longer… when you deny me for way longer than I can handle… I get so sensitive.

There’s no better way to make sure I can’t control my own climax than to make sure I can’t use my hands.

“You tell me if it’s too tight, okay?”

“No, it’s okay.

It feels good…”

“Yeah? Good.

It shouldn’t be uncomfortable at all.

I don’t want you to strain your arms too much…”

“It’s perfect.”

“Good.”

You walk around me, taking in the sight.

I’m strapped into one of our extra dining room chairs, one arm on each side, bound to the armrests.

This chair has been in our bedroom for months.

It’s comfortable enough for me to be bound in and sturdy enough for us to fuck on.

I’m completely naked, at your request.

Tonight was about reconnecting, about nothing coming between us, so being naked seemed like the best idea.

It’s not just about us as a couple.

It’s about rekindling our dynamic, too.

We met by chance at the Vamp Room during one of their events years ago.

You were recently single and I was just coasting through life with a series of casual relationships.

We hit it off immediately and soon we were both regulars there.

I knew you as a Dom before I knew you as anything else.

Now here we are, five years later… and our normal life has kind of taken over.

While our work schedules often come between us, when we do reconnect, it can be… intense. And I’m craving that intensity so much right now.

“So… tonight is about us, first and foremost.

The surprise I have, the special guest coming over to watch us, I can cancel that if you want.

Really, we can do it any other time if you want it to be just us tonight.”

“No, no, I…

I mean, that sounds… incredible.

I want that.”

“Okay.

Tell me why you want this, baby.”

“I… I want someone to watch us.

Because then they can see how good we are together.

And… how good I am for you.”

“And what else?”

“We said… we wanted it to be another guy.

I want…”

“Don’t be nervous, sweetheart.

Tell me exactly what you want to happen tonight.”

“I want to play with him, too.

If that’s okay, Sir.”

You’re still standing in front of me, fully clothed.

Slowly, you start unbuttoning your shirt.

God, I love your body.

I’m already feeling so excited by all of this and nothing has even happened yet.

“This is my way of saying it’s okay. Tonight is about us, yes—but it’s also about fulfilling one of our deepest fantasies, together.”

You let your shirt fall to the floor.

Your hands move slowly over the growing bulge in your jeans.

I’m mesmerized by your hands, those hands I want so badly between my legs, or around my neck…

You unbuckle your belt, and slowly, teasingly, pop open one button of your jeans at a time.

“One of my favorite things about you, about this, is that I can still make you excited with just a look.

Can’t I, baby?”

I nod at you, biting down hard on my bottom lip.

I need this release so badly.

I need to feel like I’m yours.

I need to feel like I don’t have to think about anything other than this moment right now and following the orders you give me.

Finally, you let your jeans fall to the ground.

You kick your clothes to the side and let me take in your naked body.

My mouth almost starts watering when I see how hard you are already.

“Mmm… come here.”

“Tsk, tsk. No. You won’t be having this for a while.

First… I want to tease you.

Then, I want to make you desperate for me, more desperate than you’ve ever been before.

And maybe after that, you can have my cock.”

I try not to squirm too much as you move closer.

I would reach out and stroke your cock if my hands weren’t bound, but that’s exactly why I’m tied up right now.

That’s the game.

Your lips taste like peppermint toothpaste.

My heart starts to race as you slip your tongue into my mouth.

Your hand rests around my neck, with your thumb tracing my jawline as we kiss.

You know just how to tease me and drive me crazy.

“I’m going to push you to the edge.

Do you remember your safe word?”

You pull back and watch me nod.

The word sunflower flashes in my mind like a yellow neon sign.

“Mmhmm… what are you going to do to me?”

“Whatever I want.

Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And what I want tonight is to make you a needy, obedient, whimpering mess for me… so you’re nice and desperate for when our guest arrives.”

Your lips trail down my neck, and you bite me gently before moving lower.