Oct 2nd 2019, 9:17:24
I put on my robe and wizard hat. You chuckle cutely suggesting that my naivety and virginity are a turn on, rather than a turn off. You make me feel confident in this vulnerable moment and I'm so grateful to you for it. My nerves are still there but I hear your voice reassure me... "Tell me what you plan to do to me, naughty boy."
My shaky hand pulls the first set of cuffs from inside my robe. The glittery stars sewn onto the velvet blue material sparkles in the candle light and I feel like you have eyes for nothing but me. I feel wanted. You smile at the cold silver of the cuffs and raise an eye as if to say "Is that it?" My other hand reaches inside my robe and puts a firm grip on the second pair. I coyly tell you "I'm going to control you. You're going to call me daddy."
The rush of power those words make me feel flood straight down my body. I feel my confidence surge within me as you step closer, hands outstretched as if to welcome my cuffs. "Tell me more, daddy" you whisper. It sends tingles all to the right and wrong ends of my body. Everything is standing to attention now and I'm feeling my strength falter. I breathe in hard, furrow my brow as if trying to suppress what's coming as your hands reach my bare chest through the opening in my robe. They squeeze me hard, the shockwaves of their contact building in waves through my body again.
"Cuff me, daddy."
Your eyes burn with desire as you stare deep into my own. It's too much, it's too far, it's too soon! I bite my lip and scrunch my face up but I can't help it... as the cuffs fall from my hands, my little man pokes out from my robe like a mouse nosing out of a hole in the wall. It starts and is over in an instant, the shameful feeling of regret and disappointing rising quicker than my little man himself.
I blow my virgin load all over your knees and shoes, and shake with a premature orgasm so hard my wizard hat falls backwards from my head and lands on a nearby candle. That moment of pure ecstasy now ruined as your face turns to disgust, using the bed sheet to wipe my shame from your legs. The cuffs on the ground catch a few of my tears and I can see the pathetic reflection of myself in their steely gaze.
I look up and you're nowhere to be seen. Not a trace of the night of passion that was to come exists anymore. Your presence gone like light from the sun when midnight strikes. Nothing to comfort me but the gentle licking of flames as my basement bedroom in my mothers house catches fire.
My shaky hand pulls the first set of cuffs from inside my robe. The glittery stars sewn onto the velvet blue material sparkles in the candle light and I feel like you have eyes for nothing but me. I feel wanted. You smile at the cold silver of the cuffs and raise an eye as if to say "Is that it?" My other hand reaches inside my robe and puts a firm grip on the second pair. I coyly tell you "I'm going to control you. You're going to call me daddy."
The rush of power those words make me feel flood straight down my body. I feel my confidence surge within me as you step closer, hands outstretched as if to welcome my cuffs. "Tell me more, daddy" you whisper. It sends tingles all to the right and wrong ends of my body. Everything is standing to attention now and I'm feeling my strength falter. I breathe in hard, furrow my brow as if trying to suppress what's coming as your hands reach my bare chest through the opening in my robe. They squeeze me hard, the shockwaves of their contact building in waves through my body again.
"Cuff me, daddy."
Your eyes burn with desire as you stare deep into my own. It's too much, it's too far, it's too soon! I bite my lip and scrunch my face up but I can't help it... as the cuffs fall from my hands, my little man pokes out from my robe like a mouse nosing out of a hole in the wall. It starts and is over in an instant, the shameful feeling of regret and disappointing rising quicker than my little man himself.
I blow my virgin load all over your knees and shoes, and shake with a premature orgasm so hard my wizard hat falls backwards from my head and lands on a nearby candle. That moment of pure ecstasy now ruined as your face turns to disgust, using the bed sheet to wipe my shame from your legs. The cuffs on the ground catch a few of my tears and I can see the pathetic reflection of myself in their steely gaze.
I look up and you're nowhere to be seen. Not a trace of the night of passion that was to come exists anymore. Your presence gone like light from the sun when midnight strikes. Nothing to comfort me but the gentle licking of flames as my basement bedroom in my mothers house catches fire.