The other man

As he comes closer to us, I immediately sit up and pass him my hands to tie up. I’m kneeling on the bed, exactly the way he taught me to. I beg him to let you stay and watch. He puts his thumb in my mouth as a gesture, will he be naughty or nice. That is the question. He sits on the sofa and instructs you what to do. You oblige politely because you know it turns me on. He tells you to tie my legs up, but part my knees so that it easy access for you, and him later on. He comes over and blind folds me and tells me that everything will be alright if I pay attention to his voice and not make a noise. I breathe deeply and he grabs my throat… releasing after several seconds, he tells you to spit on my clit, and rub it gently… he knows what I like…. As he watches you do that he kisses my neck, moves down, gentle tugging on my nipples until I moan a bit…. He doesn’t take kindly to that and tells me I’m being disobedient…. I know what he will do and I take a sharp breath in…. I’m not afraid of him because I have given myself over to him on more than one occasion. I remember once he told me that he would control every aspect of my sexual being. He unzips his trousers and shows me his extremely hard dick, I remember it with fond memories, being pressed up against my breast, him slapping my cheeks with it, my tongue twitching to go around the tip like I know he likes, but as I imagine all of that, I look into your eyes and tell you to fuck me.