by Brandy Bonilla
(11/21/07)
When I am me and you are you, things are equal, things are normal. We are a committed lesbian couple living our lives as best we can in the Deep South. When I am me, I am accommodating, sensitive, and maybe a little crazy. But when I am "Syr," things change. When I am "Syr," I am omnipotent. I am All Things. And when I am "Syr," you are My girl. My sweet, lusty, needy, precious girl.
There you are, in all your glory. Naked but for collar and cuffs, kneeling at My feet, awaiting My command. You glance up at Me and I give a slight nod. You lower a hungry gaze to My boots and we begin. Your eyes close as your mouth works up and down the leather, kissing, nibbling, your tongue darting out to lick along the sides, your hands caressing up My calf. First one boot, then the other. Slowly, sensuously, you begin to work your way up. Grasping at My thighs, nibbling at My inseam, nuzzling and sucking at My cock through the barrier of denim. You look up at Me, begging with your eyes, and I reach down to caress your face before freeing My cock. Your eyes are wide and hungry. Your tongue darts out, licking at the tip before sliding down My shaft. We both know that it is too much. You cannot take it all in but you will try, sucking in the thick head, your hands firmly stroking the length. I twine My hand into your hair, encouraging your excellent attentions.
Soon, it is too much, and I must stop you. I tug you up by your hair and shove you against the bed. You lie there, resting your body on the bed, your feet on the floor, your ass in the air. I glide My hand over your ass appreciatingly and you arch against me. I reach for the flogger and you smile. I begin lightly, slowly warming you up, your ass and thighs quickly pinkening. After a while, I remove My belt and begin spanking you in earnest, smacking it across your backside. You wince and moan but you do not ask me to stop. From time to time I stop and rub a hand soothingly across the redness and slip the end of the belt between your thighs and up into the wetness that is now beginning to run down your legs. You arch toward My touch and spread your legs further, begging to be fucked. I cannot resist much longer. I give you a couple more slaps with the belt, then urge you all the way onto the bed.
I am sweating now beneath My leather vest and My jeans are soaked with My own juices. I allow you to stroke yourself a bit while I undress. The scent of leather and woman and sex are heavy in the air. I climb into bed with you and begin kissing and nibbling My way down your body. I pause to bask in your scent, then continue kissing My way down, then back up your thighs. I stop just above your pussy, breathing in your scent, breathing warm air against you before I slowly begin to lick you. I flatten My tongue against you, touching as much of your pussy as I can at once, loving your taste. Then up one side and down the other, tasting all of you before seeking out your clit and drawing it gently into My mouth. I indulge Myself there for a while, knowing that you are torn between the feeling and your own self-consciousness. This is for me. I won't torture you too long, though, before turning you over and tracing My tongue up the crack of your ass and around your asshole. Your self-consciouness melts away.
I pause to reach into the box by the bed, bringing out gloves, lube, and your favorite plug. I go back to licking for a moment, then, with a little lube on a gloved hand, begin to fuck your ass. I add more lube and two fingers slip in easily; you are open and ready, panting and moaning. I slip a condom over your plug, lube it up and slowly push it into your waiting asshole. Turning you over, I hand you another condom. You quickly get it on My dick and lay back waiting. I hover above you and let you guide Me inside. I fuck you hard then, all the while telling you what a little slut you are, what a dirty little girl. "Yes Syr," you agree each time, pushing Me further and further. I pull out of you and unstrap My harness, which is now absolutely dripping with both our juices. I rub My fingers into My slickness and stick them in your waiting mouth. With My other hand I fuck you; 3 fingers, then 4 slide easily into your wet, open pussy. You are so full now. And you love it. You are My girl and I own you totally. I take My fingers from your mouth and allow you to turn on your side so you can touch yourself. Your hand rubs against your clit and you beg permission to come. I make you wait only a moment. Then, giving your ass a few slaps to urge you along, "yes," I say, "come for me." You are My little slut, My girl and with a deep moan that borders on a scream and a look of pure bliss, you come.
"Thank you, Syr," you say with a shy smile.
Then as you lean over to light a cigarette you ask, "If you're getting up, would you get me a soda, Love?"
"Sure, Baby," I reply.
I may not always be your "Syr," but you are always My girl.
