Exploring Our Longest Yearnings Part 2
In the third chapter of this tantalizing tale, we follow Elza, a woman who has just given a stunning oral performance for her dominant lover, Gérard. Afterward, Gérard gently pats her head, praising her for her efforts but also informing her that he's not quite ready for their next step. Surprised that she is not yet satisfied, Gérard explains that he wants to save his energy for the act of intercourse he yearns to experience with her. However, this doesn't stop Elza from continuing her efforts to please him, trying to initiate another passionate kiss.
Gérard, realizing she's not quite understood his intention, presses her for clarification. Asking her to verbally express her desires, he rejects her advances, demanding that she admit her desires verbally. Reluctantly, Elza whispers "May I please kiss you," allowing the joined pair to resume their passionate kissing.
Gérard avoids giving in to Elza at first, but as she continues to try to kiss him again, he relents and allows her request, meeting her lips with his own. However, his kiss is not soft as before - it's intense, rough, and stealing her breath.
Gérard then tells Elza to lie down on her back and ask if she'd like the orgasm he denied her earlier. In response, Elza asks if he's joking, but his seriousness is evident. Desperate, she tells him "Yes Sir, I would like an orgasm," finally allowing herself to capitulate to her lover's command.
As he prepares for intercourse, she's not shocked when he leaves her hungry for it a few more moments. He may be the dominant force between them, but Elza knows he always keeps her appetite satisfied.
Gérard then accepts her permission to pair his fingers caressing her clitoris with his other hand in latex, caressing her intimately and he teases her further by asking if he can give her an orgasm.
"Yes, Sir, an orgasm please," she begs. She knows he's toying with her but she can't deny her passion for what he's doing to her body.
Soon, Gerard moves on to more distant promises of satisfaction. After replacing her panties with a condom, he finally says he's excited to give her what she's waiting for.
What follows is several minutes of intimacy as they unite their bodies and he also strokes her clit. His firm demands for eye contact make their lovemaking that much more personal and genuine. Feeling completely enraptured by Gerard's control over her, Elza is left wanting more.
However, seconds before she is about to reach the climax she's been waiting for, Gérard stops. His inability to complete their encounter stirs a flurry of confusion and disappointment that she is barely able to contain. In desperation, Elza begs for relief, but Gérard's response is at once cheeky and severe: "You're wrong, darling. You agreed to let me control. Next time, ask for permission," then he reveals a hidden punishment. Not only must Elza endure his punishment, but she's expected to meet his commanding demands. Gérard will continue to leave her unsatisfied until she masters this skill, even going as far as to call her "bad" and state that he's unpunished.
Elza responds by impulsively murmuring that she agrees to ask permission the next time.
Smiling, Gerard exposes his self-satisfaction with her submissive attitude. Suddenly, Elza is left to consider her plight: "Why would I be punished? I didn't know I had to ask for your stupid permission for my own orgasm!" But her anger quickly vanishes. Realizing she has no choice but to obey her lover's demands, Elza impersonates a good girl and seeks help. Twisting himself in a contradictory manner, Gérard explains, "You were disobedient, not because you didn't know you needed to ask, but because you continued to talk back and be nasty, so I'm punishing you." With her hands and legs bound by her own belt, Gerard spanks Elza ten times, leaving her struggling to maintain her composure but determined to learn how much control he holds over her - whether she's locking herself up in maid's attire, or resigning herself to his every whim.
With each swat of his hand, her submission deepens, driving her passion for a deeper connection with her other half.
"What's the punishment, Sir?" the submissive begs.
"10 spanks on your gorgeous bottom," he answers. From this very moment forward, she understands the gravity of her need to submit to his orders.
As she awaits her punishment, her heart still races with excitement. As she looks at the end result, Elza realizes that such complete submission to his will fully satisfies her and causes her to let go of every ounce of self-control, which makes her crave the guidance and structure that she has so long needed.
Extra note: "I can climax whenever I want - No, my dearest, it's apparently not that simple."
What if I could handle a bit of discipline, I pondered. This secret desire of mine was on my mind.
"Very well, I'll accept the reprimand, monsieur," I grinned as he sat on the edge of the bed.
"Climb across my lap," Gerard demanded in a stern voice, his facial expression calm as if he were at a business meeting.
I did as instructed. The closeness of his skin to mine gave me a thrill, feeling his masculinity through me. But I couldn't help but feel a bit anxious since I had no experience with this kind of punishment.
It seemed like he could sense my apprehension, so he didn't hasten the spanking. Gerard's hands were now gently massaging my behind, slowly helping me relax.
"Are you prepared?" Gerard inquired seriously.
Indeed, it was a significant situation, I mused. I was about to receive a spanking, and deep down, I was anticipating it.
"Yes, sir," I answered, trying to suppress a grin.
"Do you comprehend why I'm going to punish you?" he inquired earnestly.
"Because I spoke impolitely and backtalked, sir."
Remaining silent, he raised his hand into the air.
Prepare for spanking number one...
The initial swat startled me, halting my breath for a couple of seconds. It still hurt to some extent, yet I couldn't deny I enjoyed it.
It stung, yet it was enjoyable at the same time. The pain wasn't unbearable, and I couldn't deny I appreciated it.
"Shall we carry on?" Gerard inquired of me.
"Yes, sir"
"I'd like you to request your second spanking," he ordered.
"May I have my second spanking, sir?" I asked, hesitating yet eager to honor his command.
"If you insist enough, you can certainly have it," he replied and spanked me again.
To receive a spank, I had to ask him every time. I desired to be obedient and a great girl for him.
I could feel the wetness trickling down my leg - and I was certain Gerard could sense it as well.
Alas, our time for spanking seemed to have come to an end. Although I longed for more, the last spank had arrived.
I was perplexed, my body yearned for more. I craved more.
Fortunately, he noticed my disappointment and asked if I needed an additional five spanks to learn my lesson.
I couldn't refuse. This intrigued and captivated me, I couldn't deny it any longer.
"Give me five more spanks, please," I pleaded.
He quietly chuckled and continued the massage of my behind.
"Please..." I hesitantly asked. Why was I seeking his permission for humiliating acts?
"You may have those extra spanks," he granted.
Again, my bottom felt the sting, though this time, he proceeded without a stop. The count was indistinguishable, but the pleasure continued until I reached a point of anticipation.
A fire in my ass consumed me.
"How are you holding up?" he inquired, tenderly kneading my slightly rosy behind.
"Superb, sir. Thank you for the spankings," I said gratefully.
"We have unresolved matters, don't we?" he stated and prompted me to shift into a doggy position.
One of my favourites, I thought, and obeyed his cue.
The intense stimulation that lay dormant deep inside was unleashed. I moaned and begged for more. His thrusts were furious, slapping my buttocks a few times.
Since my orgasm was imminent during the spanking, it took me little time to reach climax. The realization struck me - I had to request his consent.
"Sir, might I please have an orgasm?" I whispered.
"I'm sorry, what was that? I couldn't quite hear you," he said and caressed my clitoris.
"May I have an orgasm, sir? Please..." I pleaded as Gerard fondled my most sensitive spot.
"Yes, kitten, you may," Gerard replied.
The climax I experienced was the strongest and longest of my life. The entire world disappeared, replaced with the most intense pleasure. It felt as though Gerard was partaking in my orgasm, as he cradled it in his arms that night.
As I approached climax, his eyes burned with desire. I knew he too was about to reach the pinnacle.
He ejaculated within me, using a condom. His eyes glazed over with satisfaction, like he had just enjoyed the best dessert.
"What does a good girl say when she receives a gift?" he asked. I understood then that he wanted me to thank him once more.
"Thank you, sir," I murmured finally.
"Why are you thanking me?" He didn't want to let me go yet. I had to admit I was owned by him, I had nothing but gratitude for him granting me the orgasm.
"Thank you for giving me the orgasm, sir," I said, my voice trembling.
"You're welcome," Gerard smiled.
I lay down next to him, relieved. It was a journey I had never experienced before. He had shown me a world I never knew existed. He had unlocked the deep secrets within me and pushed my boundaries.
I was genuinely thankful to him. He panted softly, gently stroking my stomach.
"Shall I tell you my deepest wish?" Gerard inquired.
"Certainly, sir," I said eagerly.
"My deepest wish is a woman who delights in pleasing me. She knows how to capitulate a cock and is eager to learn. She also longs to obey me," he said.
I couldn't believe I had such a precious gem in my bed. She craved being controlled and never knew just how much she enjoyed it. I was determined to coax her true desires out.
I didn't want to scare her off; she needed to choose for herself to reveal her secrets. There were parts of her I never knew existed.
Throughout the night, I had been chasing her orgasm. I wanted her to ask for my permission, as I reveled in the control. I have two reasons for wanting her to ask. I love knowing the exact moment of a woman's climax. And witnessing her pleasure only drives my own arousal further. Lastly, I preferred controlling her every movement and touch. I sensed her orgasms were more intense when she asked for my permission and I granted it.
Elza beseeched me for permission to climax. I teased her enough during the evening; it was time to reward her. Of course, I granted it as she climaxed.
Watching her enjoy herself turned me on just as much. I relished seeing a woman in the height of pleasure. Having indulged in teasing and torment, my ultimate gratification was witnessing her contentment.
Still inside her, I could feel her womb contracting, causing me great pleasure.
Elza found herself in bliss, wrapped up in an euphoria. I approached my own climax. I imagined being inside her without the condom, sharing our orgasms.
She said, "Thank you," surrendering to my will.
It didn't surprise me; her gratitude foretold her acceptance of me. I decided to share my wish with her. I had already demonstrated my knowledge of fulfilling her satisfaction.
"My deepest wish is a woman who enjoys pleasing me, knows how to pleasure my cock, is enthusiastic about learning, and yearns to obey me," he revealed.
"I can't believe I'm in possession of such a shimmering gem in my bed," he thought.
She loved being controlled and was unaware of the depths of desire hidden within her.
He recounted his reasons for wanting her to ask for permission for her orgasm. Firstly, it allowed him to know her orgasm's pinpoint moment. Secondly, it was his preference to be in control of her pleasure. And thirdly, it heightened her orgasms.
"Elza, may I have your permission to climax?" she inquired. I approved of her release.
Her climax was indeed intense. I loved seeing a woman in pure rapture. Although I enjoyed tormenting a willing lady, what truly pleased me was seeing her attain her unadulterated pleasure.
"I have never experienced a more pleasurable night," she confessed.
"You've left me in awe. I'm so proud of you, my darling," I proclaimed. "Thank you," she said smiling.
Her thank-you filled me with pride. She truly did belong to me, and her gratitude filled me with contentment.
Elza embraced me tightly and nestled on my chest. We both needed affection beyond the intimacy we shared.
"Why are you softening your gaze?" she questioned.
"You're so beautiful," I declared.
"Because I'm beautiful?" Elza echoed in English.
"You know French?" I was taken aback.
"I know the meaning of 'beautiful,'" she laughed. "Do you want to bribe me?"
Elza imagined me bribing her with sweet words. "I don't want to bribe you," I said.
"You think I'm as pretty as a rose?" she questioned with the same inflection.
"Roses have both thorns and petals, which make them intriguing," I replied with a smirk.
"True, but you're not afraid of the thorns?" she joked.
"The thorns make them desirable," I laughed back.
We lied there in silence. I slowly stroked her back; she giggled every time I hit her sides.
I wanted to experience the raw sensations she had yet to reveal. We lay in silence.
"I can't believe I'm returning home tomorrow," she mentioned.
"I wish you could've stayed for another day," I confessed.
It's such a pity she has to go so fast. I wanted to spend more time with her. She was fantastic, and our connection was amazing.
Perhaps it was simpler to expose ourselves to each other because we were strangers. We could share and receive all the affection we had, knowing no one would pass judgment since we both required it urgently.
I realized I needed that.
I pressed a kiss to her forehead and held her tighter. She drifted off in my embrace.
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