BDSM
5/08/2020


“Provocature”

Read the title below the canvas.

Illuminated expertly, the work filled the darkened corner of the room. She studied the crescents, the curves, and lines of effervescing light on the dark, almost morbid background, Slowly the painting began to come alive before her, as if it was moving to welcome her approach. A little bewildered she let the scene play on her mind for a time – and then – realisation.

The outline of two human forms.

One, obviously of a woman by the beautiful curves that depicted her legs, her arse, and pendulous breasts, standing high on her toes (depicting maybe the footwear that adorned her feet) but bending at the waist, hands planted somewhat before her. Further streaks of colour depicting the curve of her neck and face lifted high to gaze before her.

Immediately behind her, the male, tall and solid, standing proudly– the lines forming his outline far more solid and full than those of the female, right to the beautiful curve of his manhood, just touching the curvature of her arse.

She felt a tingle rush through her body, the heat in her face as she stood transfixed, the bodies moving in perfect unison in her mind……..

She sensed his presence, her mind, her body told her he was near…

“Is it playing games with your mind?” he asked

She stood for a moment longer…..

Then turned and was immediately captured by his gaze. She said nothing – no need to as their eyes said it all. He held out his hand, which she dutifully took, the tender but purposeful grasp giving such a powerful surge of energy through her body.

He released her, turned and walked off, his solid frame silhouetted against the light from the adjoined restaurant where they had just dined. She followed close behind, a practiced walk, her head held high, butt and belly held in, her chest forward, all enhancing the mood of both her body and mind.

Past the other works that made the exhibition they had come to see, artwork, photography all with a common theme, the transfer of power from one body, one mind, to another – “Crossing the Void” it was named.

She paused beside a large photo, nearly the full height of the wall. A gentleman dressed in formal attire, standing side on, hands clasped behind his back.

Appearing from his grasp, a silver chain dropping down in a curve to then rise again to its fixing on a wide collar encircling the long slender neck of a woman. The woman wore nothing but the collar and thigh high stiletto heeled boots, and like the viewer, stood tall and proud.

In her mind as she moved on, the resemblance to herself – in their case, the lead was an invisible link between them, a mental leash, not a physical object. And the woman’s nakedness – in her own mind she was naked, her little clothing just a cover to enhance her lust….

Her mind raced as she viewed the work – how things had changed, as not many months ago, such images would have been foreign and repulsive to her. But over time she had learnt so much about herself and the desires of her body and mind, so much about her sexuality and how much enjoyment their was to be had from following her new found path. She smiled as she studied the next image, another photo work of a woman squatting, her butt resting on the heels of her wide spread legs, back and torso held straight and proud, but head bowed, looking directly at the floor to her side. The silver chain from her collar hanging between her ample bust, down across her naked body to coil on the floor close to her exposed sex, her hands resting, palms upturned on her knees….

She now knew the significance of the pose, the message it gave.

Do you like what you see” he asked enquiringly “Do you see yourself there my sweet”`

She turned to him, her eyes, her manner saying it all

“Yes Sir … I do.

And thank you for helping me to understand….”

“I will see you outside in a moment – the table to attend to. He moved away – then paused and turned to her, his gaze taking in her form as she stood studying the works “ The lookout along the walk – wait for me there”

She stood captured by his gaze, feeling his power, that feeling spreading within her body.

“You are of course just as desirable as the woman before you”

He thought for a moment

“Your dress does wonders for you, but if you really wish to be that woman, then I feel its’ presence may no longer be required any further tonight”

He continued back towards the restaurant leaving her to contemplate his words.

The seed had been sown and her mind now becoming more excited as within herself she began preparing for the evening ahead. The pictures and images had only served to make the feeling grow, and now the warmth of her sexuality was spreading throughout her entire body and mind.

She turned away from the display and walked slowly but purposefully towards the door, secure in her sexual confidence. Her hands moving to the buttons down the front of the dress, her skin feeling alive against the thin light material.

Glancing down she could easily see her excited nipples straining for release. By the time she exited the building the last of the buttons slipped free, and the garment fell open to reveal her feminine curves to anyone whom may approach. She saw the path that led along the harbour wall and to the dimly lit shelter some 100metres away. Up the few steps as the dress fell from her body, she too now as naked the woman she had just studied, just her hose and heels, her jewellery, adorned her body as she approached her destination.

As he walked towards her he saw her standing looking out across the water, its dark surface alive with the myriad of lights reflected from around the harbour. One small lamp illuminated her naked form, the soft curve of her gorgeous butt, dark hair contrasting with her skin, the dress draped over the rail beside her. He smiled to himself – such a beautiful creature, his beautiful creature – his to enjoy…

The night was warm and with the heat within her nakedness felt so natural, even rather intoxicating to her mind…

She felt the excitement as he approached

He strode down the short distance to where she stood, her body and the well worn timber decking of the platform bathed in the yellowish glow of the bulb above. She felt the sexual energy within her building, felt the need to let him know of her heat. He had always encouraged her to leet her feelings show, to let her body exude her sexuality, let her actions and demeanour show her real self. Her stance changed as he neared, leaning back against the rail, her butt feeling the coolness of the steel, had reaching out to each side to firmly grasp it as her feet slipped apart, leaning back so as her bust and groin were thrust proudly forward. She glanced at him briefly as if to invite him into her world, then let her head tilt to one side as her eyes fixed on the timber floor.

She was offering herself to him…..

He stood very close now – she could hear his breathing and sensed him studying her closely, his eyes taking in her beauty

Then felt his hand cupping a breast, caressing it first before firmly squeezing the flesh. His fingers sought out her nipple and put pressure on the knot of darkened skin. Rolling it between finger and thumb, the pressure slowly increasing – harder… until pain flashed through her body and she inhaled sharply. Still he held it as her mind fought to accept and handle the tension, her gaze still fixed to the ground…

Then release, and the wave of pleasure that followed, spreading wonderfully across her body – closing her eyes and enjoying the moment to savour such pleasure….

Hs fingers now on her belly – sliding down – one extended out to follow the thin line of hair that led to her naked sex. Pausing above her clit and putting pressure on it as it lay, still covered by the swollen lips of her pussy. A little movement and it slipped easily between the folds and snaked downwards into the hot chasm of her cunt….

“Oh my sweet you are preparing well -… I am impressed … you will soon be well ready for the evening ahead.”

The finger explored and teased her for a time, then, just as her body began to move involuntarily with the pleasure, he abruptly ceased and removed his hand from her groin, reaching up to her face to brush the wet finger across her lips.

“Very sweet I am sure” he quipped as she took in the aroma, the taste of her heat.

“Squat” The command came firmly.

She let her butt rest on her heels as she lowered herself down before him, his groin and the growing bulge within his clothing a matter of millimetres from her face.

“You may” was all he said

She new what was required and sought out the zipper with her tongue and teeth, finding the small metal tag and drawing it down to expose him. He wore no underwear and she soon felt the heat and weight of his cock against her face. Using just her mouth, she freed his cock and balls from the confines of his clothing and began to lick and caress his sex. She new just what to do – he had trained her well, shown her what he liked, what he enjoyed. She had learnt well and was proud of her efforts. For awhile he left her to her task, then as she took him in her mouth, his hands went to her head, fingers buried in her hair as he pulled her down onto his straining cock. Another of her new skills acquired from his training, the ability to swallow his cock and take him easily into her throat. She could hold him there for a time, letting her tongue play with his balls, her throat muscles clamped firmly around the shaft – until she would release him for a moment, saliva streaming from her lips as she gasped for air…

Holding her head he began to slowly make love to her mouth, his cock moving in and out as her lips and mouth lavished its surface. She heard his breathing intensify, heard him begin to moan quietly, then felt his manhood begin to pulse and swell….

Then the flood of jism in her hungry mouth…..

“OH Yesssssss…… Enjoy my sweet….”

She washed his still firm cock clean with her tongue and then let her head nestle in his groin as they both enjoy the moment, her body still yearning for attention, but knowing that she would have to wait. The tension within, the desire would continue to increase. He would continue to tempt her, tease her, but deny her the release she wished for…

But the wait would be worth every single minute….

She followed him back along the footpath towards their parked car. Another group had just left the restaurant now only a short distance away. She thought of her nakedness – once she would have been terrified of being seen, but now that was part of the excitement as she strode on towards the car. The lights flashed as he pushed the small button on the key, bathing her body in the orange light – and soon she was in the warm and cosy confines of the vehicle.

Heading home they travelled in silence, each deep in thought, their minds lost in their feelings and what the remainder of the evening may bring. He did make a point of travelling through the centre of the city, stopping at numerous sets of lights on the way where the red would illuminate her naked body, plain to see for any late night revellers passing across the street before them. One group spied her as they crossed, soon conversing excitedly amongst themselves as she became bathed in green and they sped off once again into the night

Turning into the drive, the lamp on the porch welcoming their return. Their eyes met for the first time on the journey

“Are you ready?” He asked……

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