SHE SELLS SANCTUARY
I captured his eyes from across the room. The soothing instrumental music meant to relax minds and bodies helped me weave a hypnotizing spell. I focused my gaze on his and would not let go. The guy was gorgeous. His auburn hair was tied back in a ponytail that almost reached his butt. I could not help but imagine how he would look with that curtain of silk draped across his strong, broad shoulders. I thought about his bronze mane mixing with my blonde strands. It was a beautiful picture. His abs glistened with sweat.
We were in yoga class. We watched each other as we twisted and contorted. By the end of class I had worked up quite a lather and it wasn't from the yoga. I dropped his eyes, dismissing him for the day. I am Mistress Victory Von Stryker and I pursue no one. If it is meant to be he will come to me. I felt his stare as I sashayed from the building. I had a feeling I would be hearing from him soon.
Later that evening, I was laying in bed, feet propped on pillows as I binged Outlander. Jamie Fraser's wild locks brought to mind another Golden Sun god. My phone chose that moment to ping. I had a new subscriber to my YouTube channel. He had left a comment. It said, "Hello Mistress Victory. Do any yoga today?" Could it possibly be my crush from class? I replied with a smile emoji and left it at that.
An hour later,on the TV, Jamie and Claire are entwined once more in the arms of la'mour when my Niteflirt line chimes. I waited patiently for the signal to introduce myself. "Hello, this is Mistress Victory? Who do I have submitting to Me?" A deep rumble chuckled on the other end. "You can call me Simon. Simple Simon the pieman."
I laughed, "Why is that?"
He quipped, "Because Mistress Victory, I love eating pie. I would love to seat myself between your thighs and nibble your cherry pie all night long."
Now y'all know how I feel about oral adoration. I purred, "That sounds like a Capital plan, Simple Simon my cherry pie man." I was blessed once more by the sexy sound of his amusement. Something stirred inside me. My blood was on fire. I pictured amber eyes sparkling like sunshine. My temperature notched up a few degrees higher. I was consumed by the flames of desire. Could I let myself wish? Could he really be my Mystery Dish?
The rich honey of his voice slithered down my ear canal as he whispered, "There is nothing more I want in this world than to spend an evening as your sexual slave. Yours to control, body and soul." For a moment I wondered who was teasing who. I drawled, "Oh, is that so? You will give yourself to me completely? Trust that I know best? That I can take you to heights unknown if you submit everything to Me?"
We had been chatting a while. The minutes were racking up but he didn't seem to care. He declared, "I am prepared to put myself 100% in your hands. I want to worship you with every part of me." My pussy dripped as I imagined my handsome hunk tied up and on display just for me. I tempted fate once more. "I dare you. Put your money where your mouth is. Do you do more than talk or can you walk that walk? Are you even anywhere near me?"
He actually snickered, "Oh Victoria, Haven't you guessed yet? You know our eyes have already met. I bet right now you are soaking wet. I love the way you bend and sway. Your commanding presence. Your Effervescence. Everytime you're in my class I can't help but watch your ass. Now my chi is all off center cause I want you for my Mentor."
Hmmm. My first thought was I am gonna make him pay for that snicker. Then I figured I must have put a lot of good Karma in the Universe to be gifted such a delicious treasure. My pulse raced as I pondered the things I wanted to do to my new fan. I wrang my hands in anticipation. I could not wait to set the date.
Yay! Yay! Yay! He was coming over the very next day! I plotted and I planned. By the end of that night I would own this man.
I spent the morning pampering, preparing for a naughty night of debauchery. I polished my skin to a soft, supple sheen. I slipped into a sumptious red satin dress. When the doorbell rang I was ready for Rapture.
I opened the door to a Vision. He had done as I said and worn his hair loose. His deep blue button down shirt hugged the muscles of his chest. His low slung, dark wash jeans accentuated the large bulge in his pants. He entered my living room, his highlights glinting in the candlelight. I took him by the hand and pulled him into my bedroom.
The bed was adorned with black silky sheets. Red velvet cuffs hung from each post. I focused my gaze on his. "Strip", I ordered. I admired the lines of my sensual stallion as he revealed himself to me. His sleek frame was punctuated by a long, thick cock already standing at attention. Yum, Yum, Yummy. All Mine. "Kneel." He complied without hesitation. I ran my fingers through the soft curls draping his sweet face.
"Now do what you said and prepare to be fed." I lifted the hem of my clingy dress and pressed my clit to his greedy mouth. "Put your face between my thighs and feast upon My Cherry Pie."
Simple Simon the cherry pie man did not lie. When it came to eating pussy he was a Hell of a guy. Then he dipped a finger and No! I did not linger. I drowned his face like an Ocean in response to his devotion!
I grabbed him by his hair and told him to position himself spread-eagle across the sheets. Within minutes he was My caged beast in velvet cuffs. His tower grew taller. I sat down on his face and took the tip of his dick in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the salty slit savoring his pre-cum. I grazed my teeth along the sturdy shaft. He shivered at the implied threat. I felt his heart hitch beneath me. I moved from his face and impaled myself on his hard rod. I sizzled with sin as I slid on the satiny pole. The friction was fantastic. A slow up and down, then a frenzied dance as I came once more. His body bucked and I could tell he was close, but it's My Decision when he cums. I decided not yet.
No! No! No! I chided. I dismounted gracefully. His chest heaved as he tried to recover his wits. I stepped to the bedside table and snagged my nitrile gloves. Then I lubed my digits, ensuring they were copiously coated. It was time to introduce him to some back door fun. He visibly tensed. The big strong man looked scared. He even dared to glare. I smoothed the hair from his worried brow. "Don't fret, pet. Trust in me that I know best, remember?"
He nodded with a strained smile. I threw him a sassy wink then inched my pinky inside his tight little rosebud. I continued loosening him this way until he could comfortably accomodate my middle finger. I worked it in that come hither motion, massaging his prostate. I used my other hand to stroke his cock. His eyes bulged in their sockets. Then his countenance clouded in shock as I swiftly unclasped his legs only to throw him into an old-fashioned hog tie. I strapped his ankles to his wrists, ass perfectly placed for my invasion.
I chose to go easy on him, attaching my 7 inch dildo to my Strap-on. I pushed it home and he gasped, groaned and moaned. Then I showed him how I earned my Throne. He exploded with a thunderous roar as that fella came like Never before. I released him from his passionate prison. I gathered him to me and he grinned shyly when I suggested that we take a steamy shower.
We were toweled off and about to snuggle when he spotted the acoustic guitar in the corner. I keep it for my more musical guests. Who doesn't love a serenade? Then My Simple Simon sang me his own version of a Cult Classic:
"She sells Sanctuary
No Matter if it's Temporary
And though She is a bit Contrary
She'll make you feel Extraordinary
It's true that All we Need is Love
A Place where we can Be Not Judged
A Peace that passes Understanding
Love it when She's Reprimanding
And Yes She can be Demanding
But believe me just you wait and see!
She is more than just a Tease
The Kind you'll suffer just to Please
You'll find Freedom on your knees
Come to her. It's not that Scary
Because She sells you Sanctuary."
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