Ultimate Control
By Misty Dawn

As I look down into the precipice, I'm acutely aware that every muscle in my body is tense and ready in anticipation of the inevitable. I teeter precariously on the edge. He's holding me there, teasing me with the release. His finger lies softly and motionless on my trigger. How long has passed, a minute, three maybe, longer? It feels like forever. I grit my teeth. He tells me to lick my finger and replace his. Oh this is almost cruel now. All I need to do is to apply a little more pressure, or squirm the smallest amount and I can let go of everything. I can hear myself whimper as he fondles my breast and talks to me in that deep soothing voice that commands me so well. He encourages me to hang on a little longer, as I feel his warm rough hands on my soft smooth curves. When his deft fingers find my erect nipples, and he does his magic by erotically torturing me by twisting and pinching them, I'm about to lose control. In his wisdom and mercy, he says the words. The words themselves aren't significant, except in the fact they are consistent - and they demand an immediate response. My entire body is ever so willing to give in to his commands. My hips pull back hard into the mattress, arching my back, thrusting my breasts up and out. He continues to twist and pinch my nipples, giving me almost more euphoria then I can handle. My hips then begin undulating in rhythm with the spasms wracking my body. I cry out his name over and over between gasps and moans. The fall is long and beautiful, and he is there to catch me at the bottom.