The Application #2
“That’s not fair. That would be you trying to meet me halfway, and maybe that first compromise would spark more between us…
” Gisele’s breath quickened at my closeness, her sunshine scent enveloping me.
She chewed the corner of her mouth and I wanted to chastise her for smudging the perfect lipstick application.
I wanted to sit her on my lap and show her what happened when she was bad, when she made me ache behind my sternum.
“So I am the first one to bend…is that what you want, Gisele? For me to show I’m worthy of your submission? Of your love?”
“No, I…I just want to know,” she whispered.
“Close your eyes,” I ordered her, my throat achingly thick, desperate to prove to her how right and wrong she was. Gisele immediately obliged me, her legs shimmying together at the tone of my voice. She was so receptive to me. She picked up every flicker of emotion that others usually missed.
“You want to know how it would feel to be under my command? How I would make you submit? I like my sub to be always well put together, so first, we would work on getting you up to task for me. Looking pretty in your church dress, all buttoned up just like today, but underneath? Underneath, I’d want you wearing silk and lace; I’d want your brassieres caressing your nipples through the day, your breasts tingling and heavy as each drag of fabric reminded you of how I touch you when you’re a good girl.
” My voice dropped, coming all from my diaphragm now.
One of the most powerful instruments I had in my kink was my voice.
Gisele wasn’t immune to it; with eyes closed, she sighed, shifting back and forth on the armchair, chasing the physical contact my words provoked.
Bending right next to her ear, I whispered softly.
“Sometimes, I’d have you wear clamps. Can you imagine?
The whole day at the hospital, while you’re volunteering, at your new church, your nipples tortured under the pressure of steel and my domination.
What would you do, boa menina? Would you keep them in place like I ordered you?
Or would you go to the bathroom and take them off, leaving the blood to rush straight to them?
Are they big? Thick and chocolate brown?
Or are they small, hiding in the merest breeze?
I think they’re pretty little nubs that excitedly harden at the sound of my voice. ”
Gisele’s guttural moan rent the silence in my office, startling us both with its force.
I retreated, my pulse skyrocketing at her responsiveness.
Damn, I could smell her arousal, smokey and rich.
If I could render a candle out of her scent, I would.
Shit, I still could if I just accepted her terms, no matter how that filled me with trepidation.
Going back behind my desk, I kept applying pressure, wanting her to feel as much as I felt.
“And every time I saw you at the end of the day, you’d be waiting for me in the position we agreed upon, right by the door, ready for my arrival.
At that point, you’d be so overstimulated between your clothes and my commands during the day that you’re ready to burst. But you didn’t follow all my instructions, right? Right?”
Gisele searched around for my voice, her face pointed slightly to the right of my position.
“Yes? Yes, Master?” she panted. Quietly, I went to the opposite corner of my office, where my three dramatic-ass calatheas were thriving as they absorbed the pent-up energy in the room.
“That’s right.” I put bass in my voice, making Gisele shiver and swivel again, searching for me.
“You didn’t because your stomach is loud and grumbling as you wait for me. So I grab you by the hand and guide you to your bedroom, where you strip for me until you’re down to that bra that was tormenting you all day and your soaked panties, pungent in your smokey arousal.”
“Oh, mmm.” Gisele pressed her hand to her stomach, which was, in fact, also growling, telling me she hadn’t taken good care of herself today.
“If you were mine, you’d never go a day without caring for yourself.
” My voice barely carried as I closed the distance, each step slow and deliberate.
Heat pulsed through my veins, flooding my limbs with purpose.
When I stopped in front of her, I caught the rise of goosebumps along her arms and the subtle strain of fabric over her titties, nipples peaked beneath the silk.
“If you were mine, I’d strap your feet to a spreader bar and tie you to the posts of the bed, then I’d paddle you until your ass was purple and your pussy was dripping so that you wouldn’t do it again.”
“Jo?????!!!!” Gisele’s long supplication combined with her trembling legs as she reached her high all by herself. My caged heart thrashed, begging for me to cave and give her all she wanted, but this intense reaction was all the reason why I couldn’t. I didn’t trust myself around her.
“Good girl…that is how it would be with me. But that shit cannot be. So, you’ll find another person to dominate you because my hands are twitching to spank you until you’re crying my name over and over, and after that, I would strap you to my desk and do unspeakable things to you.
You make me feel too much, Gisele, and domination demands control. I don’t have that with you.”
And with that, I exited my office, leaving her behind with her eyes still closed.