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“It’s time for inspection.”
With just a few words he knows I want him naked and kneeling. If he’s dressed, he strips. Nothing sexy or seductive this time; rather more of a hurried process. He kneels with his thighs at a 90 degree angle, his upper body straight, stomach muscles tight, his butt cheeks clenched, his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes open and his gaze fixed ahead. Under no circumstances may he move unless I direct him to do so.
I remind him how excited I am to see him before me in this very vulnerable position. His cock stiffens, but his gaze doesn’t shift to meet my eyes. Straight ahead unless otherwise instructed.
I circle slowly, eyes roving his body. I may caress his beautiful flesh*, perhaps not. The uncertainty excites him almost as much as the touch. Sometimes my fingertips trace the curve of his jaw, the outline of his lips. Cradling his face in my hands. I want him to know that surrender may sometimes be filled with moments of sweet, gentle tenderness. At other times, I cannot resist caressing his behind. Most times I cannot resist caressing his behind :) Usually I remember his cock – my cock – in some way. My fingertips may simply circle the head, having him taste his own precum either from my finger or.. from my tongue. I might sit in front of him and tease him with my feet. A soft, silky cloth may drive him to distraction. So many options..
Soft lips brush against his ear. “You are mine. I own you. I control your body and your mind.” His quick breath signals I have touched a nerve. He knows more is surely to come.
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*If he’s mine, he’s beautiful. All shapes and sizes are beautiful when they belong to you..