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Give It To Me

Fascinated I watch the glittering. The light refracts so beautifully in the water and makes the sunrays dance in the small white stones in my bracelet. I love the little chain with a special ring. Everyone who knows about BDSM can now see that I have a gentleman. I find this fact cool and I wear it with pride. Every time I reach for something or move my wrist, the metal bumps lightly against my watch and it makes this fine sound and reminds me of you. Us. Of our sessions. I just love it. Not just because you gave it to me. I love it for what it stands for. Our deep, sexy connection. That unique blend of loyalty and friendship-PLUS, that's what makes it so appealing to me. I can be deprived with you and live it to the fullest. Secretly. You've been my secret for months, and I don't even feel guilty. I still don't. I don't think it's gonna start now. I'm taking up too much of your time for that. You're mine as much as I am yours. It's funny, not being able to talk about this with anybody... I often find myself wanting to shout out with my girlfriends in nice moments how great our sex is, how imaginative, and how dirty it is with you. And then I lie to them. But my life, my rules. I want to protect us. So I'm not gonna say anything. And I don't want anyone to judge me. I keep telling myself that if I had to leave tomorrow, I would have lived a pretty exciting life, savoring every moment - with all my loved ones. Always 100%, doesn't like half measures. And I don't believe in the traditional anyway. I don't want to be forbidden anything and be pressed into standards. I don't fit in with my oversized ass anyway. Let the others bend, pant after something that doesn't make them happy anyway, and then in a few years, they'll find out that they're old and wrinkled and have wasted their best years on a dream or a man. I have always been curious about life and fascinated by people, relationships, playing with each other, and feelings.

You're a real sweetheart and we're already pretty well-oiled. You call and I come. Today you sent me the code for your apartment and told me to bring a bikini. The pool on your terrace is amazing and I refuse to think about how you make a living. There are really worse things than spending your lunch break with your master in a luxury apartment with its own pool on the 17th floor in Berlin in the summer. You're not here yet, your appointment has probably taken longer.

I lean back, close my eyes, play with the bracelet, and breathe in and out deeply in a relaxed manner. The memory of our special evening here with you immediately raises the frequency of my heartbeat. All evenings with you here were special, but on this particular evening, you made me your sub. The way I received the bracelet was cinematic. But you are special in many ways. I'm not head over heels in love with you, I like you a lot. Yeah, I admit it. But more importantly, my body reacts so strongly to you. I love the way you drive me crazy and play with me. Sometimes gently, sometimes strictly and hard, your way, I just fell for you... and I always long for you so much after a short time... So in love after all? I don't have to worry about that because our thing doesn't need a name. We don't have to label it. It is what it is, as long as it is. Done.

My breath goes slow and steady. I breathe in and out again with relish. It smells different up here than down. I relax. I come down from the stress of the office. There are definite perks to being your little girl. A sly smile plays on my sensual lips. I've lied even more since I met you. Your wish is my command. Always. I'm watching my phone all the time and I would never dare ignore you. Meanwhile, we have some rules, which if not followed will, of course, have consequences. I smile.

I hear footsteps and am certain that you are now standing opposite in the glass door looking at me.

Without looking over, I ask: "Gregor, do you intend to stay there? I'm already overrunning my lunch break because of you anyway. I'll probably get fired soon because of you." I laugh and I can't resist looking at your reaction. I slide my sunglasses down and look at you through them. You're leaning into the doorway with your sleeves rolled up. Like I said. It's frightening how well I know you. You playfully shake your head in indignation and slowly come over to my side. This won't take long. The pool is not the size of the Olympics, it's really more for cooling off in summer and perfect for nice evenings for two. "Is it possible that your ass is just about to apply for a proper riding crop?" You smile. Oh, that smile. It's a kneeling feeling. In every sense of the word. You look so good. Even in that stuffy suit, you're so attractive to me. Casual and elegant.

It's probably due to the sporty cut and your well-defined muscles. You have such a sexy body and I always wonder when you have time for sports. I always feel the same around you. I mutate into a sex maniac. I can hardly talk to you without undressing you with my eyes or imagining how cool it would be to feel your hardness in me now. Deep, short bursts. "Well?" I'm gonna put the sunglasses down and blink at you. I have no idea what you told me. Damn it. "Em...yeah?" I try. You have a good laugh. "All right, princess. Take off your bikini." There's the raspy voice again. The demanding tone and the wetness between my legs. "But..." I can't think of a real excuse. My basic reaction to you is defiance. It adds to the fun. You loosen your dark tie, slip the fancy piece of cloth over your head, and carefully put it aside on the couch. "Babe, seriously? You wanna argue with me now?" You have a serious look on your face. You can't argue with it. I stand on the narrow step in the pool. My upper body is shining wet in the sun. You can tell by my fine tan that I've already enjoyed the warm days outside. "Now hurry up. I want you naked in my pool. You belong to me and you do what I want, when I want. Lose the bikini."

This city is really changing me. I've been so much more casual since I got here. Every couple of weeks now, for project work. Interesting how things work out and add up in life. How many times did I apply for working Berlin and only since we fucked, I seem to come into question for the bosses. Actually, I don't believe in coincidences... It's fine with me. The less excuses I need at home and in my environment to see you.

My eyes are on you. I reach behind my back and open the clasp. The white fabric contracts directly and releases my breasts immediately. I slip the little piece of fabric over my head and lay it down next to you. "Next."

Your tongue moistens your lips and greed leaps from your eyes. I'm taking my time. Likes these moments the best. When the erotic tension is within your grasp. When there's not much missing to light a fire. I'm always waiting for the right spark to fly, but so far, everything's under control. Thanks to you. I always burn brightly when we're together and give everything to you. That's what I want. This fever.

With both thumbs, I pull my bikini panties over my bottom down to my knees and then get out of it. "There you go. Was that difficult? You usually take your clothes off willingly," you say with an arrogant laugh. Well, you seem to be in a special mood today. I throw the soaking wet piece of cloth at you. You did not expect that. Immediately you grab me tightly in the neck and dunk me properly. You let me come right back. I huff and puff and cough and have water in my ears, so I can't quite make out what you're saying. I only understand something like, disrespectful. You finally let go of me, release my neck and I'll rush around to give you a resounding slap in the face.