A Perfect Day in Paris

We arrived a day ago in Paris and the city feels newly ours. There are sights to be seen, meals to enjoy, and wine to taste. Paris exists only for us. We are finally well rested and ready to explore all the city has to offer.

We start our day lingering over a charming breakfast of flaky croissants and rich espresso at a corner cafe below our hotel. We interlock fingers and wander down the luxurious Champs-Elysees, admiring the window displays at the couture shops.

I spot an opulent parfumerie and pull you inside. Systematically, we peruse the store, smelling each perfume together and admiring the packaging. We get lost here for an hour, debating the undertones of sandalwood and rose and finally agree on a few favorites. We leave empty-handed, but I don't yet know that you have a secret plan. You'll come back tomorrow while I sleep in and purchase my favorite scent. You'll sneak it into your suitcase and give it to me when we get home.

We continue our slow-paced stroll and head towards the Eiffel Tower. The cool breeze gives me an excuse to cling to your arm. We walk mostly in silence, taking in the delightful sounds of the streets and cafes we pass.

You spot the Eiffel Tower before me and stop walking in the middle of the sidewalk. I look up and admire the view, but I feel your eyes on me. You hungrily kiss me right there on the busy sidewalk and steal an extra few moments breathing on my lips before we continue walking.

We stop into a corner store to buy a baguette, cheese, and wine. You insist I try some olives and pick out a variety you think I'll like. We bring our picnic to the park below the Eiffel Tower and find a shady, private space to relax on the lawn. I spread the blanket and you delicately display our meal in front of us.

You rip off a piece of baguette, then place cheese and an olive on it before feeding it to me. You hold my gaze as I mindfully chew. I try not to grimace when I taste the olive, but you notice that I don't like it. You sigh and laugh -- no matter how many times you try, I always turn up my nose at olives.

I pour our wine and you toast "to us" while we lock eyes over our first sip. The wine is smooth and light. We both finish our first glass quickly and I pour us another. I rest my head on your lap and look up at the clouds gathering around the peak of the tower. In this moment, I am totally relaxed and at peace. I feel so calm in your presence as we embrace the romance of Paris.

Now that we have adjusted to the city, I know you'll expect my full energy when we get back to our room. You always have at least a bit of a plan and seem to find humor in withholding the details. It's been on my mind all day, but only now does my curiosity overtake my restraint. I find the courage to ask you what you have in mind for our alone time.

You shake your head at me and my incessant need to know. But you give in -- just enough -- and tell me that we'll be doing something new, something that will push my limits, and you're sure I'll like. Of course, I'm unsatisfied with that answer but I don't press any further.

We finish our lunch and you decide it's time we head back to the hotel for some privacy. On the taxi ride, my mind begins to race wondering what's about to happen. What do you have planned? Unlike me, you're relaxed, looking out the window of the taxi. You sense me looking at you and take my hand and tell me to trust you. I do. Your reassurance and confidence calms my nerves.

You lead me up to our room and bring me water while I wait on the bed.

You instruct me to undress. I do, slowly, holding your eye contact the whole time. I begin to escape, a million miles away from Paris, leaving this hotel room and finding myself in a little oasis with you.

You ask if I trust you.

"Yes Sir."

You ask if I'm ready.

"Yes Sir."

You tell me to kneel.

"Yes Sir."

You're walking around me, examining me like a predator does his prey. I hear you moving behind me and then I feel the soft, cool silk of the blindfold draped loosely then tied tightly around my head, covering my eyes and plunging me into darkness. With my sense of sight gone, I become more aware of the sounds and sensations around me. I am raw and alert.

Unable to track you, I can sense where you're looking at me. Now, your gaze is settled on my hands. I notice my left pinky isn't tightly nestled next to my ring finger and quickly correct the position. You chuckle and say "Good Girl," confirming that you were looking at my hands and must have noticed the same thing.

I hear your footsteps walk around me and feel your eyes scanning my body. My cells are waking up, standing at attention for you. I find my breathing and focus on the crisp air entering on my inhale and the heat of my exhale.

Finally, you touch me. It's just two feather-like fingertips tracing my shoulder, around to my chest and up my neck. I wish you would touch me, grab me, claim me where I need you most, but I know I'll have to be patient. You walk away, making me yearn for more.

I hear you behind me and recognize the sound of the collar. I respond by gathering my hair and lifting it up for you to collar me. I offer you my neck in silent submission. I hear your steps come in front of me and I sense the collar right under my nose. I inhale deeply, breathing in the sweet and earthy smell of leather. You brush it across my lips, allowing me to feel the soft leather and cold metal clasps. Finally, you wrap the collar around my neck and tighten it. You take your time adjusting it just how you like it.

That's the final step off the cliff and I fall fully into submission to you.

I open my mouth and show you my tongue, my way of asking for you. It's a plea. You step close to me and I nuzzle my head against your thigh while you pet my hair. I wrap my arm around your thigh and dare to inch closer to you. You're unbuckling your pants now and soon I'll have your delicious dick in the back of my throat.

With the blindfold and collar still on me, I show you my tongue again, inviting you in. You grant my wish and I feel you press against my tongue. I wrap my lips around you and pull you in, coating your dick with my saliva. My arms wrap around your thighs and your fingers are in my hair, gently pulling to set the pace. I push my tongue against you and you moan.

"Good girl."

You slide your dick into my cheek, stretching out my mouth, and lightly slap the bulge where your dick is inside my mouth. The stretching burns and the slap stings. It awakens a desire for you deep in my belly. When it slips out of my mouth, I greedily slurp it back until it hits my throat and makes me gag. The collar makes me gag more easily, and I love the feeling of pressure on my neck. I can tell how much I'm turning you on -- your dick is rock hard and your moans tell me how much you want me to take you.

You let me have my fun here for a while longer, until I'm breathless and my chest is covered with saliva that dripped down. This is my happy place -- worshipping you with my lips, tongue, and mouth.

Finally, you reward me -- I taste your delicious pre-cum and prepare myself for the rest. I feel you tense up and your breathing gets shallow. Your dick is so hard that it fills my whole mouth, making me stretch to make room for you.

You grab the back of my head and control my movements. Your dick is deep in my throat and you're moving my head only a tiny bit while I push my tongue against the underside of your dick. My lips wrap around you, feeling the texture of your skin.

Suddenly, you explode. Your cum hits the back of my mouth and coats my throat while you thrust deep into me. Your taste fills my mouth and I savor every drop.

You pull my head away from you and my mouth feels hollow. I open wide and show you the last bit of your cum on my tongue. You lean down and slurp it up then spit it back into my expectant mouth. I obediently swallow the drop and lick my lips, craving one last taste of you.

I happily sigh and you caress my blindfolded face, rubbing your fingers against my cheek and chin. Still on my knees, I nestle into your thigh, soaking up your gentle affection.

"You did such a good job for Daddy."

We stay like this for a while, both of us catching our breath. I sense your energy coming back and I ready myself for whatever might be next. Having your dick in my mouth turned me on so much that my wetness is covering my thighs and dripping onto the floor below me.

I'm so ready for you.

"Lay on your back," you command and I eagerly obey, almost tripping as I rush to get into the position.

I need to remember to breathe and slow down, I need to remember what you've taught me.

You ignore my clumsiness for now.

"Relax, baby," you say.

I exhale deeply and ease into the bed, allowing my muscles to unclench and my mind to clear. I'm still blindfolded and I'm grateful for the darkness it provides, instead of worrying about what I can't see.

"I'm going to push your limits now."

I'm not sure exactly what you mean by that, but I'm ready for you. You push my knees apart and feel the wetness that has spread across my thighs.

"Good girl, you're already so wet for me."

You slide just one finger into me, deliberately pushing against all sides of me, coaxing my muscles to relax. Without warning, you add another finger and I squeeze you into me, involuntarily.

"Don't tense up, baby. You need to stay relaxed. I'm going to take my time with you."

It's in this moment that it dawns on me. I finally figured out what you want. You want me to take your whole fist. It's something you mentioned a few times, but I am surprised you think I'm ready for that.

I exhale and focus. I'm scared, but I think I can do it. I push aside my fear and spread my legs wider for you. I'm giving all my attention to the delicious stretching sensation from the motion of your two fingers opening me up.

"Do you want more?"

"Yes Daddy," is my authentic response.

So you give me more. Now there are four of your fingers inside me and you're slowly massaging them in and out, spreading them wide while inside me to coax all sides of me open. Like a flower, I'm blooming.

You relentlessly work like this and I feel the pain and the pleasure begin to build in my body, in tandem. When you notice me start to tense up, you pause so I can breathe and surrender. Pain and pleasure are in a fierce competition, but I only give my attention to the pleasure.

Finally, I'm ready. Totally softened and at your will, I'm ready to take it all. You got me here and I trust you completely. I'm ready if you say I am.

Delicately, you add your thumb and begin to push into me, past your knuckles. I moan, not sure if it hurts or feels good. I adjust my hips, trying to find a way to get more open.

"You can do it. I've got you." Your voice is firm and tender. I need this.

I whimper. You keep pushing until your hand is positioned just where you want it, your knuckles pushing past the threshold. I gasp. You hold it there, completely inside me, staying still as I breathe and adjust. I've never felt so filled, so consumed.

You reach up with your other hand and remove my blindfold. Your eyes are dark and focused. You are completely in tune with my body, like an artist at work. There is a look of amusement on your face as you observe my reaction. You find it absolutely adorable to watch me squirm and struggle like this. I look at you and nod my head, asking for more, even though I'm not sure I can take it.

With tiny thrusts, you begin to move. I feel my wetness coating your hand as you spread me open. I arch my back with pleasure as you push against every sensitive spot inside me. It doesn't hurt anymore. You're moving faster now, more confident in knowing I can take it. I can do it for you. I can do it because of you.

My head is spinning. I've never felt so full, so open. I am writhing around on the bed, unable to be still, unable to stay quiet. You don't let up. I'm caught in a storm and you're the only thing anchoring me. Your other hand is pinning down my thigh and you're leaning all your weight on it. The pressure feels good and keeps me grounded.

"Please," I mutter, begging for your permission to orgasm while your fist effortlessly slides in and out of me.

"No, not yet. I need to see the desperation in your eyes."

I look away, trying to regulate my breathing, trying to control my body, but I can't. I've completely lost control. I'm forgetting how to breathe, my muscles spasm over and over, and my vision goes blurry.

I look at you, begging with my eyes, needing the release. You are unfazed by my desperation, remaining focused on your movements.

"Please can I cum for you, Daddy?" I manage between gasps.

You study my face for a torturous moment that seems like forever before giving me your answer.

"Yes, cum for me now."

Finally, I don't have to hold back any more. I can embrace the sensation and follow the pleasure until I explode into an orgasm.

You increase your speed and you know I'm right on the edge.

"Come on, baby, be a good girl and show me your orgasm now," you coax me onward.

Your words push me into the beginning of my orgasm. My body freezes, then convulses. I sit up and grasp onto your shoulders, needing your stability to carry me through.

I scream and gasp, holding your eye contact as I fall apart in your hands.

I squirt and it covers your arm and leaves a puddle under me.

An intense heat sets my body ablaze. My heart pounds in my chest. My lungs are on fire. My whole body is alert and engaged.

And the best part is that it all belongs to you. This is the peak, the purest way I can express my devotion to you.

You slow down your thrusts, but keep your fist inside me. With your other hand, you grab my hand and bring it to your lips, planting a tender kiss on the back of my hand. I collapse onto my back, a carefree smile on my face and my eyes closed, soaking up this moment with you.

Slowly, you withdraw your hand and I whimper at the emptiness. I watch you examine your hand, glistening with my wetness. I open my mouth and you let me taste myself before kissing me passionately on my lips. You tease me with your tongue and I drool at our tastes mixing.

You fall into the bed next to me and I fold into your arms. I think about how proud I am. I never knew I would be able to take that, but for you, with you, I can do anything.

It's as if you read my thoughts when you say it out loud.

"I'm so proud of you. I knew you could do it."

"Thank you, Sir," I respond gratefully.

We rest together in comfortable silence, you absentmindedly tracing your hands over my body.

After a while, you remove the collar. I check the time and sigh. Our dinner reservation is in an hour and we both hate being late. I kiss you before rolling out of bed and stumbling to the bathroom. I enjoy a warm shower, rinsing away the sweat but not the ache.

I wrap a robe around me and see that you've laid out my outfit for dinner. You picked a flattering black dress that hits the middle of my calf. The waist is fitted with a skirt that flows. It shows off my cleavage without revealing too much. You've also carefully laid out my jewelry -- a few gold rings, medium pearl earrings and my day collar. My shoes are open toed black heels.

You're already dressed -- in all black to match me. Somehow, your collared shirt is clean and crisp despite being in your suitcase. You're so handsome. I blush when I look at you, so enamored by you and absolutely giddy at the sight of you. I can't help but blush when I look at you.

You wait patiently as I finish my hair and makeup. I do a clean, simple makeup look -- a bold red lip to match my nails. My face is still flushed from earlier. My hair is in waves that brush against my shoulders and clavicles when I move.

You help me into my dress, your hands idly lingering over my body as you zip the back. You bend to put my shoes on for me and hand me my purse. I peek into the purse and see you've placed the Lush toy inside. Of course. I should have expected it.

We meander slowly down the street towards our dinner spot. I swear that everyone we pass knows what just happened -- they can see the afterglow on my face.

At the restaurant, after a glass of wine, you tell me to go to the bathroom. Obediently, I bring my purse with me. I step into the ladies room, turn on the lush, and slide it into place.

As I slowly walk back to you through the crowded restaurant, I lock eyes with you and feel the first vibration. You increase the intensity as I weave through the patrons, no one aware of how hard I'm working to suppress a moan and hide my quivers.

As I sit down, you turn off the vibration and plant a kiss on my cheek -- like nothing happened. Throughout the rest of the evening, we'll sip wine, eat slowly, and share secrets, all while you intermittently torture me with pleasure.

When the city is slowing down and the restaurant is clearing out, we walk hand in hand back to our hotel. You help me undress and tuck me into bed. We cuddle together, both of us exhausted but not wanting sleep to interrupt the enchantment of our day.

You sense all the tension in my body you've built up throughout our leisurely dinner. I don't have to say it out loud for you to know what I need.

You pull me on top of you and my hips invite you in. You hold my waist and set the pace. I rock forward and back, clutching onto your shoulders as I moan and whisper in your ears, my pleas for your permission becoming more urgent. I plant a million kisses all over you. My kisses tell you what I can't express with words -- how desperately I love being yours.

I won't be able to wait much longer, but you want me to try. You're talking to me, showering me in praise for earlier in the afternoon and the dinner play. I notice the tension in your body as well and the look of ecstasy on your face urges me onward.

Finally, mercifully, you grant me permission and we orgasm together, our bodies colliding over and over through the peak of pleasure. I feel your warmth spread within me as my own release covers my thighs and yours.

I cling to you and we exhale together. I stay there, catching my breath, waiting for my heartbeat to slow. You're doing the same, while tracing your fingertips over my hips and back. I roll over and the exhaustion hits me. You pull me close to you and I melt into your embrace.

You kiss me gently, tell me again how proud I've made you, how much you adore me. We both are finally ready to give into sleep -- we can't fight it anymore. Our breathing slows in synchronization and the weight of your arm across my waist gives me all the comfort I could wish for.

It really was the perfect day in Paris -- not because of the city -- because of you.