Scarlet Detour

Do you trust me?" I ask, peering into your eyes, only inches from mine, a serious look on my face. My voice doesn't even shake, and I know that I'm getting better at taking on this sort of role the more I do it.

"Of course, babe. You know I do," you respond readily, and I sigh. I can tell you took no time to consider the question and just answered by reflex.

Your handsome face looks eager, ready for whatever I have in mind. Of course, you have no idea. Not yet.

"I mean it, Brad. I want you to really think about it. I have something in mind... something a little bit... different." I hold my breath a moment, but whether out of excitement or a nervous energy, I'm not entirely certain.

"Different... how?" I can see it in your eyes, the beginning of some doubt. A hint of nervous anticipation behind the excitement. Perfect.

I run a hand softly across your chest. "I know you like it when I take charge... it's like that. But I want to take a different approach. Maybe... take things further in some ways."

"Further? How?" A heady mix of arousal, eagerness, and a lack of surety comes across in your voice.

"Oh, that would ruin the surprise. I can't reveal all my secrets. I'm confident it will... check some boxes for you. But the main difference is... this time... it's not about you." Of course, I know that the whole reason we started playing with these roles was for you. And I know you want this. But I truly want to make a conscious effort to enjoy this and take the focus off of you. I think I've earned it, I think, with a smirk.

"What do you mean?"

I tilt my head slightly, studying your face. You look down under the scrutiny of my gaze. Do you not know? Or are you playing coy?

"I mean... while I think you'll enjoy it, that's not the point. I want to try making it about me." My hand continues its journey lower, brushing over your abs, getting closer to what I can see expanding from our conversation. "This time... it's about my pleasure. I'll do what I want, when I want to. I want to use you however I wish... for my own pleasure, not yours."

I can see your eyes light up at this. I know this is a fantasy of yours. Still, I wonder if you're ready.

"That sounds... super hot," you murmur, your cheeks reddening with some embarrassment.

"Do you know what it means?" I hear the slightest crack in my voice. As much as I try to exude confidence in my role, sometimes it slips. I take a deep breath, regaining control, as you only shake your head uncertainly. "It means you'll only cum if I allow it, of course. But I may not, at all. In fact, I won't. Because your pleasure isn't any sort of objective this time. So, you won't be distracted, wondering if or when I'll let you cum, because I won't. Your pleasure isn't even a consideration." My hand traces the outline of the bulge in your pants, narrowly avoiding the growing member. "Me cumming... there will be lots of that. But I want you eager to please... dripping with desire... passionate to pleasure me. And I want to feed off your desperation, enjoy knowing how badly you want me, my touch. That means I'll leave you untouched, or tease you, or edge you, when I want to, as much as I want to, and I likely won't give in, no matter how much you want it. No matter how much you beg. Because what you want won't matter. Not in this game."

I hold my breath again, waiting for your reaction. Maybe I misjudged... this might be taking things too far. It's my turn to look away as I feel some color on my cheeks.

A few seconds pass, and I hear nothing from you. Fuck. I've gone too far, haven't I? I prepare to take it back, to say we can do it a different way, when finally you speak.

"Babe. Fuck. That's one of the hottest things you've ever said... and you've said a lot of those since we started playing around with this."

I look up at you, your face, if anything, even more eager, your eyes even brighter with passion.

"Are you sure?" I ask softly, and I know my dominant role has slipped for a moment. There's a vulnerability in taking this step, and I feel as if we're crossing some line from your fantasies to perhaps something different, something shared. I'm attempting to make this my own now. But I don't want to take this somewhere you're not comfortable with. "It's okay if I'm... selfish, this time?"

You smile broadly, "Please, be as selfish as you want. I want you to...", you look away, finding it difficult to verbalize. "...use me." You pause a moment, letting it sink in. Then you continue, "Besides, if things go somewhere I'm not comfortable with, you know I can always use my safe word."

I nod, taking this all in for a moment. He seems perfectly okay with it. And like he said, he can stop it at any time.

"Thanks for trusting me, babe." I feel a warmth, ignited by that trust. I smile back, and lean forward to give you a long, passionate kiss. From the way you kiss me back, I know this isn't just okay with you. It's obviously turning you on. I feel your hands start to explore my body. He wants this, I think to myself. He craves it. Suddenly, I feel my confidence, and with it my role, returning.

"Did I say you could touch me?" I make my voice stern, my face losing its smile, exchanging it for a well-practiced look of seriousness.

"Uh, no... but I thought..."

"It's not your job to think. It's your job to do as I tell you." I interrupt, assuming my authority, but feeling a smile slip onto my face momentarily before I suppress it.

You smile back. "And what would you like me to do?"

"Oh, we'll get to that. First, take off your clothes."

I see you rush to comply, eager for what you think is happening next. As you stand before me naked, your cock already half hard, I run a hand over it gently, teasingly. It twitches in response.

"Now, carefully, remove mine."

You are only too happy to obey, as you peel my shirt and pants off. You fumble with the catch on my bra for a moment, before pulling that off too. I watch as, expectedly, your hands fly to my newly-exposed breasts.

I reach down and give your balls a slap. You let out a small yelp.

"Hands off," I tell you sternly. You pull your hands back while your eyes remain glued to their intended target. "I warned you before... I didn't say you could touch me. I'll have to punish you for that later."

I see your dick twitch at my pronouncement. I can't help but smile a moment.

"Sorry... mistress," you say, but I can tell you're not so sorry. Not yet.

You seem frozen, unsure what to do next. I clear my throat. "You're not done with my clothes."

"Right! Sorry..."

You kneel down, pulling my panties down and off. I feel the cool air on my pussy, which is already becoming wet from our little game.

Kneeling before me, your face is oh so close to my waiting pussy. I see you focus on it, your eyes filled with obvious desire.

"Like what you see, hmm? Would you like a taste?"

You move forward a moment as if to take that taste, then seem to recall our situation and stop. Good boy.

"Uh, yes, mistress... please," you say instead. I can hear how badly you want it.

"Please, what?"

"Please... may I taste your pussy?"

I pause a moment, as if considering the question. "Hmm. No, I think not. Not yet. But you can have a sniff."

You lean forward, and I can feel your warm breath against my skin. As you exhale, the cool air on my pussy is replaced by warmth. "Mmm," I moan involuntarily. I almost pull you in that last fraction of an inch, as I want to feel your mouth on me. I want your tongue buried in my slit, your lips against my lips. But I know it's too soon. The game. Have to... remain in control.

I see your face alight with the slightest of smirks. You know what you're doing to me, teasing me. I can tell you think you're gaining control. I'd better take it back.

"That's enough. Don't be greedy," I say, my voice silky with desire. I climb onto the bed and lie on my stomach. I get comfortable, pulling the sheets up to my shoulders. Then I lie still and close my eyes, intent on relaxing. "You'll have to earn anything more. Now, get over here and massage me."

Only a moment later I feel the telltale movement of the bed foretelling your arrival. Soon after, your hands are on my skin. You start at my shoulders, caressing, pressing, squeezing. I feel tension I didn't even know I had starting to be worked out of my muscles. I half expect you to rush your way lower, but you take your time, in no obvious hurry. Excellent. You're doing well, prioritizing my pleasure over yours.

"That feels... so good..." I say as I melt into the mattress.

You continue, focusing on just my shoulders, neck, and upper back. This is probably the best non-sexual massage you've ever given me. There's no rushing, no split concentration as you try to feel me up.

Only the hardness pressing into my ass betrays that this massage is not something purely platonic, but a precursor to something much more.

Enough time goes by that I begin to truly crave that something more. "Start... moving lower..." I murmur.

"Yes, mistress. Anything you desire," you say, your voice almost reverent.

I feel a chill as a phrase that could easily be cheesy suddenly sounds authentic from your voice. Your hands begin to slowly work downwards, focusing on my lower back for some time. Then they move further down, crossing that line, both my physical waist and that conceptual boundary between the purely professional and the sexual. Your hands massage my ass, and I'm aware once again of my naked pussy which begins to throb with desire.

As with all your other massaging, it is at times gentle, at times firm. Those talented hands glide down to the base of my ass and the tops of my thighs, and I become all too aware of how close they are to my untouched pussy. They move inside my thighs, and I spread my legs invitingly. You come so close to touching my nether lips, but you never quite do. I haven't given you permission, have I? So obedient.

Part of me wishes you'd forget this game and just touch my waiting pussy. Or more, slip your cock inside me. But I know drawing it out only makes the anticipation and eventual contact so much more powerful. Knowing I have this power over you, making even just pleasuring me seem like a generous boon, is intoxicating. As much as I want it, I know you want it too. I know your body is screaming to be touched just the same, to be driven over that precipice and given sweet relief. But that's not happening. Not today. Today, I'm an unyielding mistress.

I can't help but smile at that thought, and how silly that would have seemed not so long ago. Another cheesy phrase now made into something much more. I can feel your desire, both to please me and be pleased, emanating off of you in waves. I feel myself feeding on it, like some wanton succubus. My pussy becomes wetter, knowing I'm holding you back with my mere words. My ass starts to wiggle of its own accord, my pussy trying to find the touch we both crave. I think it's time.

"That's enough, dear. Sit back until I tell you otherwise."

You obey, and I flip over, spreading my legs. I see your eyes travel across my body, taking in my naked breasts and my open pussy. You seem not to know which place you want to look more. I'll help you with that.

My hands move to my breasts, massaging and teasing at my hardening nipples. They feel so sensitive after the slow build-up. I moan softly as my fingers tease and pinch the now-hard nubs. I look over at you and see such an intense look of desire on your face that it takes my breath away. "Mmm, wish these were your hands?" I ask, knowing full well the answer.

"Fuck... yes, mistress... please?"

"Hmm... no... not yet. I want you to watch. I want you to suffer with desperation to touch me..."

I continue massaging my breasts with one hand, as my other moves slowly downwards. I circle my pussy, fingers barely brushing against my nether lips. I'm in no hurry. Knowing this will drive you even more crazy only fuels my passion.

Gradually, I touch more meaningfully, at first not directly touching, but massaging the area directly above my clit in slow circles. I moan as I feel the escalation.

I look up, and see you staring hungrily. "Like... what you see?" I ask, my speech punctuated by small gasps of pleasure.

"Yes, mistress... please... let me pleasure you?"

My fingertips graze my sensitive bud, so slowly, so delicately. A small shudder runs through me at the intensity.

"Hmm. You want... to please me? Mmm. There is... something... you can do."

"Anything, mistress!" Your voice is so eager, practically dripping with desire.

"Get a... blindfold... put... it on. And lay... down... beside me."

The way your face changes, I can see the disappointment. You thought I was going to let you touch... maybe even taste. But now... you see how thoroughly I plan to control you. I'm taking away the privilege of watching me. Despite the involuntary reaction, you obey, and soon after you're blindfolded and laying on your back beside me.

I pause my touching for a moment. "I think I'd better restrain you. I can't trust you not to touch." I fasten your hands and feet to the corners of the bed. Your dick remains free, and I see it bob up and down of its own accord.

"That's better, hmm? No chance of mistakes, now."

"Please... mistress... can I touch you?"

"Feeling left out? Here... I'll include you."

I straddle your chest, my pussy only inches from your face.

I resume my touching, my fingers fully over my pussy now, making circles that stimulate my sensitive clit in delicious ways. I can hear the wet sounds my hand makes as it makes its way around. I know the sounds will be even clearer to you, both from the proximity and from the lack of sight heightening your other senses. You'll be smelling my scent, now, too. I know it will make you crave my taste even more.