Losing control and over the edge
John, was taking his daily morning exercise, a 7 mile circular walk through the countryside along quiet country lanes, bridleways and public footpaths. He’d walked the route many times before. As he was approaching the halfway point he noticed that the sky had darkened and that the wind had picked up considerably. Wearing only a thin sports top, trainers and jeans John picked up his pace and then cursed as the heavens opened changing the landscape almost immediately. The firm footpath was quickly turned to mud and realising that this was more than a passing shower, John started to run to reach the shelter of a tall tree which was across a large ploughed field. By the time he approached the tree John was soaked from head to foot. He climbed over the farm gate and onto to an unmade road which served a stone cottage with stables to the rear. Stood under the tree and with his wet clothes stuck to his skin John started to shiver as the wind rapidly cooled his body.
Hoping that the storm would pass, John waited for 10 minutes sheltering under the tree, but there was no let up in the rain and with his body temperature plummeting he began to consider his options. At that moment he noticed the curtains twitch in the first floor window of the stone cottage and what appeared to be the occupant within waving him toward the house. John crossed the unmade road went through the wrought iron gate and knocked on the part glazed timber door. After a few minutes he heard the unmistakeable click clack of heels slowly crossing a tiled floor from within, the sound of which triggered a momentary excitement. Through the frosted glass panel he could make out a tall figure leaning towards the door and then there was a series of rattles as bolts were slid back and a clunk as the deadlock was released.
As the door slowly opened the tall figure revealed itself as a beautiful blonde haired woman (late thirties,early forties John guessed) dressed in a short silk housecoat. ‘Hello there, you must be frozen and you look soaked to the skin, come inside and get dry until the rain passes’ The offer was more of a friendly instruction but John barely noticed this as he was so grateful to get out of the cold. He thanked her and stepped inside onto a tiled floor. As John looked down a pool of water quickly formed around his feet. As if anticipating his next thought the lady instructed him to take off his shoes and socks and follow her into the kitchen.
John thanked her and feeling slightly self conscious as she towered over him he entered a large kitchen with a tiled floor where he immediately felt the warmth radiating from an arga. ‘This is really kind of you, I was debating what to do when you waved at me from the window’ Said John. As he looked up he gulped and realised that he was standing a little closer to the lady than was comfortable with his eyeline level with her magnificent cleavage. John stepped back slightly lowered his gaze and took in the long shapely legs which were were dressed in seamed stockings and then stiletto heeled shoes. John immediately felt a stirring within his trousers and looked up again to see the woman observing him closely with a coy and sexy smile across her lips. There was a momentary silence as they held one another’s gaze. John couldn’t help noticing a flash in her bright blue eyes. The woman appeared so confident and in control, while John felt a nervous excitement.
It was John who eventually broke the silence, ‘Look I’m sorry, you must think me very rude I should’ve introduced myself before barging into your house. My name is John, I was just out for….’
‘I don’t think you’re rude at all John’ the lady interrupted in a very calm tone as she took control of the conversation, ‘I saw you sheltering under the tree and I invited you in. I know you’re local as we have met before, albeit in passing’. John’s quizzical expression prompted her to expand ‘but you probably don’t recognise me in these clothes’, she said inviting John to take a proper look at her figure. Then she flashed a smile so sexy that John’s cock immediately stirred and his face flushed. As she offered her hand she continued ‘Anyway my name is Kristina.’
‘Oh, ok thanks Kristina?’ John said as they briefly shook hands. He was feeling unnerved, but excited by this incredibly sexy woman and, aware that his voice was wavering, quickly added ‘er I’m sorry but I wasn’t aware we’d met before’
‘Well if I if I was to put on jodhpurs, black knee high boots, a riding hat and mount a chestnut mare, then would that jog you’re memory?’ Kristina replied and picked up a riding crop from the kitchen table with one hand and lazily tapped it across the other.
Fuck me thought John this woman is so sexy. He’d been completely thrown off balance by her confidence as John was the one who was normally in control, running meetings, and directing conversations, but he realised that he was loving it! Imagining her in riding breeches boots and a cap created a wonderful image but it also jogged his memory and he realised that he had seen Kristina riding her horse on a number of occasions. It was as if Kristina had a window into his mind, waiting for him to go through the thought process, all the while she stood with a wicked and sexy smile on her face as she beat out a slow rhythm with the crop on her hand. It was Kristina who broke the silence this time,
‘Wait here, you’re going to catch a death if you stay in those wet clothes, I’ll get you a towel and a shirt or something to put on and then I’ll put your clothes in the drier’
As she left the room, her heels slowly click clacked across the hard surface. John loved that sound. And those legs, that voice, that sexy look, oh Kristina, or should it be Mistress (he smiled wickedly). He looked around the kitchen unsure as whether to strip off his clothes or wait for Kristina’s instruction.John was aware that his cock was now really hard and he was lightly squeezing his groin, as Kristina re-entered the kitchen.
‘Ah, you’re still in those wet clothes are you?’ She questioned ‘I’m sorry but this towel is a little on the small size and the kimono is not very manly but I don’t have anything else. Pass me your clothes and put these on. I’ll look away if your embarrassed but I don’t think that you’ll reveal anything that I’ve not seen before’. Johns hand was perceptibly shaking as he took the items from Kristina and then she half turned away signalling that he should strip..
Are you decent?’ she asked as she turned around a few moments later just as John had placed his t shirt and top on the back of a chair and was straightening after stepping out of his jeans. Standing in just his boxers he was aware that Kristina gaze was fixed on his groin and the erection that was visible through his pants.
‘I think you’ll need to give me those pants too John as they also seem to have become a little damp’ Kristina said with a faint smile on her face. As John looked down he saw the damp patch of pre cum that Kristina was referring to.
Whilst he was embarrassed he recognised that it was futile to deny his obvious excitement, so he raised a hand in acknowledgement. ‘I’ll do whatever you say.’ he said in an accepting tone. ‘Y’know I’ve never felt so vulnerable and excited and wanting to comply with someone before like I do with you. I feel like you’re totally in control!’ John added as he shook his head scarcely believing what he’d just said
‘And why do you think that is John?’ Kristina said analytically
John thought for a long moment ‘I guess because I feel safe? and at the same time exposed. Because I feel as though you can read my mind and know what Im thinking before I know myself and because this feels spontaneous and forbidden, so that makes it incredibly exciting.’ John paused ‘I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with someone I’ve just met!’
‘Mmm, I think that’s a very honest and accurate assessment John,’ Kristina said ‘you are able to speak openly with me because you feel safe, and vulnerability and facing the unknown is, I suspect, a major turn on for you. I like your recognition that I’m in control too. If you’re compliant we’re going to get along really well’ she said in a teasing tone. ‘Now pop that towel around you and pass me your boxers’
John obeyed without a second thought and as he pulled down his boxers his erect cock sprung out. Kristina smiled broadly as John quickly wrapped the towel around his waist and put the Kimono over his shoulders. ‘ you’re in pretty good shape’ Kristina said admiringly as she glanced at Johns naked form and left the comment in the air as she left the kitchen with his wet clothes. On looking out of the kitchen window, John could see a small low walled courtyard and to the left and beyond a driveway and a stable block. His attention though was drawn back to the courtyard within which a washing line was suspended with some lingerie on it. It was still raining heavily and John was imagining Kristina wearing the lingerie when she re-entered the kitchen and looking over his shoulder said. ‘Oh in my to rush to rescue you from the rain I completely forgot to bring in my washing, would you like to repay my kindness John and bring it in for me?’
‘er yes of course Kristina’ John replied.
‘That’s good, now why don’t we test your compliance and make this task a little more challenging and fun. Give me your hands’ she instructed. As John offered his hands Kristina pulled a pair of handcuffs from her housecoat and closed them around his wrists. ‘Ok I’m going to blindfold you and then guide you outside to the washing line. All you have to do is bring in the washing but don’t drop anything on the ground or you’ll be disciplined, is that understood?’ Kristina said in an assured tone.
‘Yes Mistress’ John said and laughed nervously. He felt another wave of excitement rise up through his body as the realisation that his first experience of submission and transference of control to a woman was incredibly exciting and arousing. As Kristina opened the back door John felt a rush of cold air enter the room. Kristina stood so close to John that he could feel the reflected warmth of her body on his chest. He took a sharp intake of breath as she slipped her thumbs inside top of the towel at the back and as she slowly brought them to the front John gasped and his cock became rock hard. ‘Oh’ he exhaled. Kristina removed her thumbs and slowly moved behind John. He could feel her large firm breasts pressing into his upper back and her breath on his neck as she slid the kimono off his shoulders. Then she reached around and lightly brushed her hand against his cock through the towel. John could now feel dampness of pre cum on the towel and upper thigh as it dribbled onto the floor. He was barely able to contain himself as Kristina breathed into his ear, nibbled his lobe and then squeezed both of his nipples, hard. He gasped again as she whispered, ‘Now you’ve dribbled on my floor John. You’ll have to lick it off’ she instructed as she wiped it up and pressed her fingers to his lips.
‘It makes no sense getting the towel wet so I’ll relieve you of that’ she said as she yanked it from his waist,leaving him completely naked. John felt a luscious breeze waft around his cock and balls as the cool air circulated around him. Kristina took a slight step back and inspecting him said ‘Mmmm, what a lovely firm butt’ and tapped it with the riding crop. Then she placed the crop under his balls tapped them lightly with the heart shaped leather tip and then dragged it along the underside of his cock which twitched violently as she stroked the frenulum.
John recognised that the power shift was complete and that Kristina was firmly in control. She slowly walked around him inspecting his body closely and almost purring with satisfaction. He knew that he’d do pretty much anything she asked. He was enjoying being submissive, savouring the dual feelings of anticipation and helplessness. Kristina gently placed her hands around his waist and led him outside guiding his hands to the washing line. Still blindfolded John walked unsteadily into the garden. Feeling his way along the line he reached the first peg and removed it but was careful not to drop the lacy pants that it held. He tentatively stepped forward unaided now, his cock bolt upright as he felt the rain on his body and air circulating around his groin. As he reached the next peg he carefully removed it and the stocking it held. He stopped, weighing up how he would carry both the pegs and the lingerie without dropping them. Recognising his dilemma Kristina instructed, ‘Hand the pegs to me John and you can place my lingerie in your mouth.’ As John obeyed her command he felt her fingers squeeze his nipples and his knees buckled slightly but this time he felt a sharp continuous pleasurable pain in each as she attached a peg to them. Holding Kristina’s knickers and stocking in his mouth felt incredibly erotic.
Just as he was removing the third peg and second stocking from the line Kristina called out ‘if you’ve finished the grooming Rachael it’s ok for you to go, thank you. I’ve just got a handyman in to help with a few chores’ in John’s panic and excitement he barely noticed the peg slip through his fingers onto the ground. Who was Kristina speaking to? The thrill of being exposed to someone else only heightened Johns pleasure.
‘Ok that’s fine John, you can come back inside’ said Kristina. John gingerly re traced his steps back to the house using the washing line as a guide. As he reached the door Kristina took the lingerie from his mouth.
‘Who were you talking to just then?’ John asked. Kristina deflected his question ‘the way your cock twitched I think you like the idea of being exposed to a stranger’.
She removed the blindfold ‘And don’t think that I hadn’t noticed that you dropped one of the pegs. What did we agree if you dropped anything?’ She asked playfully.
‘That I was to be disciplined?’
‘Mmmm that’s right John’ Kristina purred. ‘Now should I take a rod to you, or perhaps a whip. What do you think?’ But before he could respond she unlocked one of the handcuffs. ‘On second thoughts I think it only fair that you should choose your punishment. I’m going to fetch some things and while I’m out of the room I’d like you to get onto the kitchen table on all fours. Is that clear?’
‘Er Yes’ John answered nervously, but inside his heart was pumping and he was feeling a little light headed. As Kristina left the room he again heard the sound of heels on the hard floor. That sound had such authority he thought as his cock leaked more pre cum. He climbed on to table feeling very exposed and a little foolish but the sheer excitement and anticipation of what might follow was enough to override any thoughts of disobeying Kristina. What is happening to me John thought, scarcely believing the situation that he was in, but at the same time he knew that he couldn’t resist exploring this further.
‘Ah, good boy’ Kristina said as she breezed into the room carrying a large plastic toy box, the content of which was hidden from Johns gaze. ‘That is such a lovely sight. I do like a man with a firm butt and nice legs. I’ve got plans for them later’ she added as she gently ran her hand over his buttocks and down to gently massage his balls. John’s involuntary jerk at the contact induced a wicked giggle from Kristina.
‘Ok, I want you to give me an instant response to a simple question. Don’t think about it, just choose one option. Which do you prefer CBT or AP?’
Not realising the significance of either John responded ‘err AP’.
‘Excellent, now close your eyes, and no peeping’ Kristina removed several items from the toy box and put them in a drawer before placing the box with the remaining items on the table between John’s arms.
John selected four items from the box as instructed and handed them to Kristina. ‘Mmm good choice. Would you like to know what your options were?’ asked Kristina. ‘CBT is cock and ball torture, but you chose AP which is anal play.’
‘Fuck’
‘No I won’t unless you’ve been pegged before?’ quipped Kristina at which they both laughed out loud.
John remained with his eyes closed and suddenly felt a cold sensation at the base of his back. The cold wet sensation very slowly extended down between his butt cheeks. His thighs quivered when it reached and tickled his anus. His breathing quickened and became louder as he felt more of the liquid trickle down to his balls.
‘You appear to be enjoying this play John. Would you like your cock to be stroked?’
‘Oh yes! Yes please Kris….Mistress’
‘Well that may happen depending on how compliant you are, but it wouldn’t really be a punishment would it?’
‘Er no, no’
John heard a rustle and then felt a soft silky fabric brush deliciously across his back to his butt and then down his legs. He heard a sound that he couldn’t quite place but then the tell tale sound of Kristina’s stiletto heels told him that she was moving around him and was now very close and directly in front. John was still panting from excitement when he was told to open his eyes.
‘Oh shit, I mean oh fuck.’ John didn’t know what he meant!
Kristina was stood directly in front of him smiling wickedly with her hands on her hips wearing a purple corset which hugged and accentuated her stunning figure, her large firm breasts appeared to be straining against the black silky fabric of her bra. John took in the vision before him of black lacy panties and four suspenders attached to bottom of the corset holding the lace topped stockings in place, and although he followed the long line of her legs to the stiletto shoes, he was mesmerised by the 8 inch flesh coloured dildo pointing just below his chin! It was attached by a series of leather straps around Kristina’s waist and upper thighs. John was motionless but the sound of his heart rapidly pumping blood all around his body momentarily appeared to silence everything else. He swallowed hard, opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
‘I know that this hardly constitutes a suitable punishment but you have choices. You can either open your mouth, taste and suck on my cock or you might prefer that I find somewhere else to put it! If you choose to suck then I’ll invite you to try this somewhere else.’ And with that Kristina opened her hand to reveal an anal vibrator. ‘What’s it to be?’
‘I’ll suck’ muttered John.
‘Now you’ll need to speak up and tell me exactly what you want John. I don’t want to misunderstand you and get it wrong! I think you’ll find that it will add considerably to the experience if you describe exactly what you want me to do to you!’
Kristina paused for a moment. ‘Of course there is always a third option’
John looked up enquiringly
‘You can get down from the table, wrap yourself in the towel and wait for your clothes to dry’
Wow this woman has total control over me John thought. He cleared his throat
‘Mistress, I’d really like to suck your cock and for you to put the anal plug in my butt!’
Kristina nodded very slowly and smiled. ‘Ok John if that’s what you really want. Now put your knees a little wider apart would you, whilst I apply some lube to your hole.’ John was intoxicated by every syllable, everything about Kristina was so incredibly sexy. His whole body quivered as the cold gel was smeared slowly up and down his butt crack. For good measure Kristina let her nails lightly tickle Johns balls. John was instructed to take some deep breaths and relax which only served to heighten the sense of anticipation.
He felt the tip of the plug gently ease his opening apart, then it was slowly withdrawn before being inserted a little further and repeated again until his butt hole closed around the plug. Then he felt an incredible tingling sensation as the device burst into life. He wanted to rotate his hips in time with the pulse and barely noticed that Kristina was now standing in front of him holding her ‘cock’ and offering it to him.
’Go ahead. Just imagine that your licking my pussy John’
John began forming circles around the tip of the cock with his tongue and then sucked all the while enjoying the sensation in his butt. Perhaps it was the combination of his prone position, his cock steadily leaking pre cum over the table, sucking Kristina’s ‘cock’ and the gorgeous rhythmic pulse from within his butt that as John closed his eyes he thought for a second that he was looking down on himself in an out of body experience.
Kristina broke the spell as she drew back. ‘For a first timer I think you did very well, so now you get a reward.’ she said and unbuckled and stepped out of the strap on, wriggled her panties down to her ankles, stepped out of her shoes and bending over slowly rolled down her stockings, straightened and unhooked her bra letting it fall to the floor. Oh those breasts are perfect thought John.
‘I’ve failed to find a suitable punishment for you’ Kristina said as she sat on a kitchen chair. ‘So let’s see if I can find your weakness. Come here. Put on my stockings and pants’ Kristina instructed ‘Good, now I’d like you to put on my stilettos and walk slowly round the table for me.’ Kristina sat with her legs crossed her elbow on her knee inner thigh with her hand under her chin and index finger across her lips’ she studied John carefully as he wobbled around the room. ‘Not bad but you don’t seem to be able to concentrate, I think you need something to take your mind off your throbbing cock. Come here’ she said and patted her thighs. John’s head was all over the place now, but he was eager to find out what Kristina had in store for him. He walked unsteadily and with the butt plug still whirring inside him he presented himself in front of Kristina. Kristina indicated that he should bend over her knee and removed the plug.
‘Perhaps a spanking is a more appropriate punishment for you?’
‘Yes Mistress’
Johns panties were pulled down to his knees allowing his cock to rub against softness of Kristinas thigh. As he took a sharp intake of breath he felt the sting followed by a warmth as his bottom was smacked by her open hand. John was enjoying the pain as the smacking intensified and his cheeks reddened. As the smacking stopped Kristina ran her nails on Johns balls and he groaned with pleasure.
‘Are you right or left handed John?’
‘I’m right handed Mistress’ he replied uncertainly
‘I want you to stand up now and sit here.’ Kristina said slightly opening her legs and tapping her right thigh. he placed his left arm around Kristina’s shoulders their faces came very close. Kristina’s perfume was intoxicating. Her breath was sweet. He looked into her eyes as instructed and they remained there gazing at one another in silence for what felt like an eternity.
‘Do you want to touch my breasts now John’
As he started to stroke them and lightly squeeze her nipples, Kristina ran her hands down his sides and chest and to his thighs but she avoided his cock which was now bolt upright. John felt himself squirming with delight, the pressure in his cock and balls was unbelievable
Maintaining their gaze Kristina lightly brushed the backs of her fingers against his thighs they went into spasm,
‘Oh please Kristina’
Kristina said nothing but kept stroking his thighs and belly in slow circular motions
‘Please Kristina’
Kristina’s eyes seemed to sparkle and then narrowed slightly as she smiled
‘You need to tell me John’
‘Please I beg you Mistress play with my cock’
‘Kneel in front of me between my legs’ she instructed
‘Now keep looking at me and very slowly stroke your cook with your right hand’
‘Oh fuck’ John said as his pre cum lubricated his hand and he began to stroke his cock.
‘Describe what are you feeling to me John’ Kristina said slowly ‘but don’t quicken your stroke and keep looking deep into my eyes’
John was desperately trying not to blink,
‘Ahh, I want to cum, I want cum, please let me cum’ he begged
‘Slower John, slower.
John felt his whole body pulse and tremble
‘Now stop’ Kristina barked
‘Come and sit back on my knee.’ And as John approached ‘this knee’ she said directing him onto her right thigh. ‘I’m left handed’ she said and the corners of her mouth curled upwards into a wicked smile. As he sat she began creating swirling motions again with her fingers across his thighs and belly. Their eyes were locked. This time Johns eyes were pleading with her.
‘Tell me what you want John’
‘Please stroke my cock until I cum Mistress’
John detected a slight nod of acknowledgment and then with her left hand Kristina slowly circled the swollen tip of his cock. As she lifted her finger slightly a pearl of pre cum was fused between finger and cock, sending an incredible pulse through his groin. He was twitching now, trying to keep his eyes locked on Kristina. She formed a circle with forefinger and thumb and twisted around the head, ‘ahhh’ John was shuddering and cried out with sheer pleasure. When Kristina repeated ‘the twist’ Johns legs were moving almost uncontrollably,
‘Oh please Mistress make me cum I beg you’
A warm and satisfied smile crossed Kristina’s face as she began to very slowly stroke the shaft
‘Oh quicker please quicker’
Despite his pleadings Kristina remained in control and stroked his shaft very slowly along its length stopping sometimes at the tip.
Johns eyes narrowed, Kristina felt Johns whole body jolt and shake before his cock exploded and cum erupted. Johns orgasm intensified, his vision blurred his skin fizzed and he held Kristina tightly as his orgasm was followed by a series of intense aftershocks. Exhausted, Johns bowed his head and they remained in the embrace for several minutes.
‘That was the most incredible experience of my life’ John said and looked questioningly at Kristina.
‘The best things in life are always worth waiting for’ Kristina smiled. ‘I got my thrill from your willing compliance, and the sense of power from controlling you and then taking you to the edge and over.
Kristina J Huddersfield Escort, sensual seductress and explorer of the Erotic.
