The End Game

Denial of Denying
The End Game

“Good morning Sir” came the text
The sun had just touched the land
“Good morning special one” I replied,
“So Sir, what do you have planned?”

She was eager to know what it was
That awaited her arrival that night
She’d been asking, guessing for an entire week
My lips, sealed, try as she might

“I have told you to be here at 8,
and further questions not to ask.
You’ll arrive and then you’ll be greeted
and only then be given your task”

“Yes Sir” she replied immediately
Accepting her persistence wouldn’t,
break my silence regarding that night,
and that ask me again, she shouldn’t

Eight on the dot came the knock
“It’s me Sir!” cried her voice
“Come in. Sit down” I instructed
Instructed...... no “if”, no choice

She entered to a darkened room
And sat down with hands on her lap
I approached silently from behind
And on her shoulder did I lightly tap

She jumped and smiled back at me
“You startled me Sir, I’m sorry”
I smiled caressing her face
“It’s only me my special one, don’t worry”

Her shoulders relaxed, she sighed
I reached out, she took my hand
I led her to the bedroom where
In the doorway she did stand

Looking in to what I’d prepared
She was both shocked and pleased
She knew all of the items there,
Some for her pleasure, some for her to be teased

“Sir...” she began to utter
“Hush” I interrupted her request
“Clothes on the floor, lay on the bed,
“Be a good girl”... “Sir, I’ll do my best”

And with that my heart was filled.
She knew that pleased me most
Her desire to please, to try, to want
Was what I’d emphatically boast

She laid down and I began to strap
Wrists then ankles, not a peep, not a holler
Her thighs tied down then she uttered,
“Please Sir, may I have my collar?”

“Of coarse you may precious”
And with that, I fastened it tight
Laying a kiss on her soft lips
Her eyes glistened in the soft candle light

My mouth then ventured south
Tasting her supple, soft neck
Her shoulder, then her chest
Her nipples in anticipation, erect

I tasted each of them
As I did, I heard her moan in delight
She wanted to grab the back of my head
But her entire body was strapped down tight

I made my way down her belly
Licking, kissing, lapping her soft skin
Her legs already spread wide
She had no idea of the position she was in

As my mouth danced around her pussy
Her legs clenching as she tried
To bring my mouth atop her clit
As her frustration she tried to hide

With a smile on my face I whispered
“No my dear, you must wait”
“Wait for how long?” She whimpered
“Till I say so. But it won’t be too late”

Caressing her inner thighs
Her body wriggled, she screamed
“Please Sir, I can’t take it!”
That’s when toward her I leaned

I took her swollen clit in my mouth
and stroked her wet pussy with my finger
She was ready for my tongue to go crazy
But instead it was still and merely lingered

She pushed her hips upwards
As if to force the friction upon it
This was met with a spank on her arse
She understood and relaxed as I licked her clit

With the first lick her moan
Could be heard from outside
Her excitement and anticipation
Grew with each lap, with each glide

Of my tongue on her entry
Then suddenly I came to a stop
She looked in astonishment
As off the bed I hopped

Her eyes nearly crying
“Please Sir, please may I cum?”
“Oh special one, some patience;
your journey has just begun!”

I reached under the bed
And brought out her spreader bar
Click, click in place it went
“Are you ready my little star?”

And with that the vibrator came out
and on her clit it came to rest
“Are you ready for what’s to come?” I said
Her reply; “Sir; I’ll do my best!”

With that I flicked the switch
And her orgasms instantly started
With each of them her screams grew louder
And wider her legs seemingly parted

As her pussy grew wetter and wetter
Her shaking body rattled the bed
“Please Sir, no more, please!”
So I turned up the intensity instead

She screamed louder and louder
“Yes, yes!” Then “NO MORE!”,
with every exploding orgasm,
two, then three, then four

Five to ten passed quickly
We were in double digits now
“How can I make this more intense?” I asked myself
And with that, I knew exactly how

Her nipples standing erect
I clamped the left one, then right
And so neither of them fell off
I screwed them on extra tight

Screaming again she begged me
“Please Sir; may I have a break?”
Then I turned the dial to maximum
And looked on at her body violently shake

Nineteen, twenty, twenty one
Twenty two, then three, “give me one more!”
And as she screamed, sheets utterly drenched
I turned the machine off at twenty four

She lay there, an utterly gorgeous mess
As I unfastened her cuffs and bars
Her body reduced to jelly
As she lay gazing at the stars

In my arms I held her,
She cried quietly into my chest
“Did my special one enjoy her little journey?”
“Sir”, she sobbed “I enjoyed twenty four the best.....”