Mental Stimulation Ch. 1

I asked him if he’d watched the movie Secretary, and if I’m being honest with myself, I know that was pushing the boundaries. There’s just something about him that excites me. I’m pretty certain this is almost entirely in my head, but I can’t stop myself from fantasizing…

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I can picture it all going down so clearly—he’d tell me that, yes, he’d watched the movie, and yes, he understood why I was asking him about it.

Without warning, he’d grab my hands, pinning them over my head as he slammed me against the wall. He’d ask, “Is this what you want?”, while I gasped, my body instantly responding, surprising me with its intensity. I’d feel his dick begin to harden and, in that moment, know that he wanted it, too.

That thought alone would make me shiver. I’d slide down the wall, my lips pressing softly against the imprint on his pants as I made my way to my knees. I’d look up, making eye contact with him as I slowly unbuckled his belt, licking my lips in anticipation. He’d look down at me, smirking, before reaching down to cup the back of my head in his hand. His fingers would tighten into a fist in my hair, pulling me back to standing while I let out a soft whimper.

“No,” he’d say sternly. “That isn’t how this is going to go.” I’d gulp quietly as his eyes bored into mine, trying to suppress the groan working its way up my throat.

“We’re going to drag this out, my dear, and I’ll be the one calling the shots. Do you understand?”

I’d nod, biting my bottom lip, not trusting myself to speak.

“Use your words and answer me. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I’d say softly, my heart pounding so loudly I’d be certain he could hear it.

His fingers would tighten even further, tangling in my hair and causing me to wince at the sudden, sharp pain.

“Yes, what?”

I’d become acutely aware of the increasing wetness between my legs, the throbbing of my pussy making it difficult to form words.

“Yes… Sir?” I’d say, hesitant to allow myself to believe this was really happening.

He’d let out a soft chuckle before loosening his grip and removing his hand from my hair, instead gently tugging my bottom lip from my teeth with the tip of his finger. My tongue would flick out and graze him, seemingly of its own accord, desperate for any taste of him I could get.

“Good girl,” he’d say. “This is going to be fun.”

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I know this fantasy is far-fetched (at best), but it does satisfy me, at least for a little while. Luckily for me, I have an active imagination and a voracious appetite…