Consummation Copyright (c) 1998 by Wyld`Lord Dreamer This was it, at long last. We had known each other on IRC for a long time before she realized she wanted to give herself to me. It came as a bit of a shock, this revelation, but as I thought about it and how she always tried to do anything that would please me I realized I shouldn't be surprised. It was a bit rough going at first, I'd never played the part of Dom before and she hadn't really played the part of sub before. So, however, we ironed out most of the kinks and we both got an immense amount of pleasure out of our roles. Almost before I knew what had happened she was fulfilling all my wishes. On out weekly phone calls she did all she was asked and before long I sent her some toys... first a vibrator, then a large dildo and even a pair of vibrating eggs and some beads. On Sunday nights I'd direct her in their use, listening to her moaning and calling my name as she gave herself to my commands. I'd find myself rock hard and my cock exploding at the sounds of screaming in ecstasy as her orgasms washed over her. It wasn't long after that when we each hooked up cameras and the Sunday evening phone call became a teleconference. By this time she had agreed to give herself completely to me, there would be no others in her life unless I willed it. The cameras opened up new worlds of erotic pleasure for us as I watched her use her toys and she watched the pleasure she was giving me. There was really only one more, final, step we could take... I had told her what to wear and she had long since learned the proper postures from other subs as she let her inhibitions go and gave herself over to her sub side. I had made it clear what I would expect and she had eagerly, if a bit nervously, agreed. This would consummate our relationship, bring it out from the IRC world into our real lives. We were ready and eager. She was on her way to me. She arrived on time, as I expected she would, dressed just as I had told her to. She wore a blouse, unbuttoned enough to show her deep cleavage, with breasts so accentuated I could see her erect nipples trying to punch holes through the fabric. I hadn't specified anything for a bra, and I wondered at what could lift the heavy breasts so and yet let the nipples poke through like that. The blouse, like everything I had specified, was silk and except for the way it hugged her full breasts, fit loosely. Barely able to pull by gaze from those breasts I had seen so many times but had been unable to touch, I took a step back and with a wave gave her permission to enter. As she walked past me, her head bowed, I could see flashes of dark silk as her long skirt split open with each step. The light-green silk skirt had buttons from the waist down to the hem that ended about mid-calf. The buttons were undone to just about mid-thigh and as she walked the skirt opened to expose her leg to just above the knee. I'd have to remedy that! Her legs, of course, were encased in black silk and her feet were adorned with black leather heels that had a thin ankle strap. As she walked away from me, entering my home, my eyes were drawn to the sensuous sway of her full hips and the way the skirt swished from side to side, the silk hugging the cheeks of her ass and the shape of her thighs. When she got to the center of the room she turned to face me and spoke in that incredibly sexy voice I'd heard so many times before. "Hello my Wyld`Lord. How may I please you?" I watched her for a moment, standing there before me. Her head was bent, but I could see her eyes flickering from the floor up to watch me for a moment before returning to the floor. Her full breasts rose and fell with each quick, sharp breath she took... her nipples, obviously hard and stiff, pressing against the silk blouse with each breath. Her hands were clasped in front of her. Despite her obvious nervousness she stood straight and still, awaiting the wish of her Lord. With a slight motion of my hand I pointed toward a pile of pillows on the floor, next to the couch. Without a word she went to sit on the pillows, nervously adjusting her long skirt to try and cover her legs. Yes, well... I'd have to correct that one. Imagine, after all that I'd already seen she was playing the modest one. "Do not cover your legs, I want to see them." At my command she looked at me demurely as she moved the skirt to expose her legs. Since she had buttoned it so far down this required she pull the skirt up, the end result being quite sensuous. As I turned to walk towards the kitchen I noticed a smile on her face as she looked at me, her head bowed respectfully. "Open the box on the table, but do not take anything out," I instructed her from the kitchen as I picked up a bottle of wine and some glasses. Returning to the living room I marveled at the sight of her, sitting on the pillows with her silk clad legs curled around her. Her eyes were still looking at the contents of the box, her hands absently running up and down her thighs. The quick tempo of her breathing told me the contents had the desired, arousing effect. Sitting on the couch, I made it a point to ignore the box and it's contents as I placed the wine and the glasses on the table. Seeing me sit back she rose from the cushions into a kneeling position to pour the wine. She first filled the long stemmed wineglass about half full, then sitting back on her heels she offered the glass to me and held it out to me until I took it from her. "Is it your wish that this girl enjoy some small amount of wine, Milord?" God, but I found her voice sexy. I couldn't believe how strongly her voice had effected during our phone calls, and it's effect was even stronger with her hear in person. "Unbutton all but the top three buttons on your skirt, then you may pour yourself some wine." "As you wish, Milord," she replied and began slowly unbuttoning her skirt, starting from the bottom and make sure the skirt fell open to the sides. Taking a slow sip of wine I couldn't take my eyes off her as she exposed more and more of her thighs. When she was done the skirt lay open, exposing her thighs up to the bottom of the stocking tops, evidently just shy of the garters I was sure she was wearing. She startled me from my reverie when she asked, "Is my Lord pleased?" Tearing my eyes from her legs to her face I could see a pleased, knowing smile on her face, she must have been watching me the entire time. Since she knew damn well how pleased I was (one look at my crotch had let her know) I declined to answer her. Instead, I took another drink of wine and got down to business. "You've seen what's in the box?" I asked her. "Yes, Milord. This girl has looked in the box." "Do you trust me?" "Completely Milord!" "Are you ready to give yourself to me? Completely?" "Yes, Milord. This girl is very happy to offer herself to you and can only hope you will accept what is offered." A smile and her eyes meeting mine, briefly, before looking downward again accompanied this. As if there was any ever doubt that I would more than gladly accept what she offered, but I said nothing about that. Instead I leaned forward and reached into the box. Reaching in, I grabbed a small velvet pouch and slowly withdrew my hand, watching her closely. Her eyes kept flickering up to watch my hand, probably in an attempt to find out what I was pulling out of the box. While she had seen the contents of the box, she had no idea what was contained in the boxes and pouches she saw. This particular pouch contained two items. I opened the pouch and drew my hand out, clenched in a fist. Offering my hand to her I turned it over and opened my fist. Lying there in my open hand was a smallish bullet shaped object. "Do you know what this is?" I inquired while watching her. She was obviously nervous and more than a little excited. "No Milord, I do not." "It is called a 'bullet', do you know what I want you to do with this?" "I think so, Milord." "Then take it." "Yes, Milord," she replied with a slight tremor in her voice. Her hand reached up, her fingers lightly caressing my palm before taking the bullet. As her hand moved between her legs I removed the second item from the pouch. When her hands returned to their position on her exposed thighs I pushed a button on the control in my hand. A sharp intake of breath, a soft "ooh" and a smile... all from the slight vibration she was now feeling from the bullet. Her body trembled for a bit, her face flushed and her eyes were flashing with lust as she raised them to mine. "Get up and close the drapes," I told her as I rose and walked over to the stereo to turn on some music. I turned to watch her, the long skirt swaying side to side with the sensuous sway of her hips. Her steps were slow and measured and I felt my erection twitch in response to her sensuous movements. As she reached up to close the curtains I pushed the button on the remote control again, increasing the vibration of bullet. I was rewarded with a surprised yelp, a soft moan and a lustful smile directed to me before her blazing eyes were again downcast. As she walked back to her pillows I noticed her hands were grabbing handfuls of silk in her effort not to bury her fingers in her wetness. As she slowly lowered herself back down to her pillows, I slowly waked around the room lighting small candles. As I moved from candle to candle I watched her carefully, ensuring that she didn't do anything I hadn't told her she could do. She was a vision of beauty, kneeling back with her ass on her heels, her hands on her exposed thighs and her eyes downcast. As she sat there awaiting me, I noticed that her hips were moving slightly and her hands were clasped closed around handfuls of silk. Over come with love and lust I almost couldn't resist the urge... the burning desire... to put a stop to the preliminaries and rush up to the bedroom. But no... this would consummate our relationship and it had to be done properly. There would be no doubt when I was done. The candles were lit, there light flickering and casting subdued shadows in the room, the lights were off and returned to my seat on the couch. As I leaned forward to reach into the box again her eyes moved to my face for a brief moment as she shifted slightly. Her eyes were blazing, filled with lust and need and desire, her full breasts rising and falling with each tremulous breath and occasionally small sounds of pleasure escaped from her lips whenever she moved slightly. As my hand left the box she gasped at the sight of what I had in my hand. As I pulled out the large dildo she smiled a hungry smile and shifted once more, causing a soft moan to escape her lips as the vibrating egg stimulated a new area. Handing the dildo over to her I instructed her to take it and turn the dial that made the base. With an enthusiastic "Yes, Milord," she quickly took the offering and turned it on. As the dildo began vibrating she reached between her legs with her free hand. "Stop!" "Milord?" "What are doing?" I asked as I pressed the button on the remote, stopping the vibrating egg buried inside her. "Milord, I was going to removed the egg so I could insert this," was the quiet reply as she help up the vibrating dildo. She whimpered softly at the lost of sensation deep within her wetness, "I didn't mean to displease you Milord." "You will leave the egg inside you." "Of course, Milord." She raised her eyes up to look at me, asking, "Will my Lord turn the egg back on?" "Do you want me to?" "Please, Milord! Yes." "But you've been a bad girl, you were quite eager to remove it." "Please, Milord, forgive me. Please, turn it on again Milord." Sighing, I greed, "Do not disappoint me again girl." With the press of a button the egg began vibrating again and she smiled with pleasure. "Now, place the dildo between your thighs and lean it against your pussy," I instructed her. Her eyes flashed again as she lowered the dildo between her full thighs. She moaned loudly and she jumped as the vibrating dildo leaned against her sex, her head thrown back and her mouth open as she let out a long deep breath. She quickly regained control, however, and lowered her head and her lust grazed gaze. Her hands, however, remained on the dildo, presumably pressing it firmly against her sex. "Return your hands to their proper place, girl." "Yes, Milord," as her hands reluctantly left the dildo leaning lightly against her aching, wet pussy. She looked up at me pleading, "Please, Milord..." "No, my pet. Not quite yet." My cock was rock hard, my mind thinking of the desire and need that must be almost overwhelming her. The scent of her arousal was sweet and heavy in the air (fueling my own lust and need), her breast rising and falling with each deep breath, her face flushed, her eyes shining bright with the heat of lust and her hands on her thighs gripping. I wondered how close she was to orgasm and if I'd be able to hold off her orgasm long enough. Taking a deep breath, I'd decided it was time to get on with things. "Fill the glasses with wine," I told her, "then we shall begin." She moved slowly, clamping her thighs together and trapping the dildo as she rose to her knees to pour the wine. As she handed the goblet to me, she held on to it for moment smiling wicked at me before bowing her head submissively and settling back on her heels, her glass of wine in hand. I watched as raised it to her lips and my breath caught as her tongue slid out and slowly licked the rim before she took a long drink. I raised my glass and took a drink before placing the glass on the table. Looking at her, I began asking the questions I had prepared. "Do you give yourself completely and freely to me?" "Yes, Milord." "Do you agree to obey me in everything I ask of you?" "I do Milord." "And in exchange of my lordship over you, do you accept my protection? Does my lordship over you give you pleasure? Will you accept all that I offer as I accept all that you offer? "Ooh, Yes Milord!" "Then," I reached into the box again withdrawing a long jewelry case, "accept this as a symbol of your submission to me and as a symbol of my lordship over you." Opening the box I took out the contents. Leaning forward I held up the contents in my hands, a slim satin choker with a gold charm in the shape of my initials, WL, dangling from it. "Accept this and wear this for all to see. All who see will know that you are mine... and only mine." Her smile was dazzling as I leaned forward and fitted her new satin collar around her neck. Her hand reached up and her fingers caressed the charm. The collar marked her as belonging to someone; the charm marked her as mine. Her face was glowing with pleasure as she looked up at me, her eyes meeting mine for a fleeting moment, "thank you Milord, thank you!" Before I could finish "You're welcome, my wyld one" she was on her knees, her arms around my neck pulling my head down and pressing her lips to mine. Her kisses were quick and fervent on my lips, my neck, my eyes and returning to my lips. Almost before I realized it her kisses began to linger and deeper. As I let my tongue slide into her mouth and explore I felt her hands between my legs, rubbing my hardness through my pants as my hands explored her silk covered back, my fingers lightly tickling her spine. "Please, Milord," she begged, "I can't take it... please, I need to come..." As she sucked my tongue into her mouth I let my hands caress her silk covered thighs, my thumbs running along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. I could feel the heat as I journeyed downward and my thumbs came to rest upon the vibrating dildo still between her thighs. Using my thumbs I press the dildo against her and was rewarded with a small scream of surprise and pleasure. Removing my hands from her I broke the kiss as I found the remote and turned it off. "Milord, why??" she breathed as I placed the remote back in the box. "You may remove the egg," I instructed her, "and pleasure yourself for me with the dildo." Before I'd finished the instructions she spread her luscious legs and removed the slippery egg. Leaning forward she kissed me deeply with a need and passion that had been denied her too long while her hands worked quickly in my lap, undoing my belt and opening the clasp of my pants. Without thinking I raised up so she could pull my pants down to my ankles. "For you, Milord... everything I do, I do to bring you pleasure. And in pleasing you, I please myself." As she said these words I watched the large dildo disappear between her thighs as she pushed it up into her overheated sex. A look of pure lust and desire blossomed on her face as she filled herself, burying the dildo to the hilt. She had somehow inched herself closer to me, between my knees and was staring hungrily at my erect cock jerking between my legs. Without any warning she ducked forward and swallowed my hardness, sucking it deep into her mouth. The sensation hit me like a bolt of lightening, my head flying backwards into the back of the couch, my breath taken away. My hips rose up off the couch, burying my hard cock deeper into her eagerly accepting mouth. As her mouth sucked, her tongue twirled and caressed and licked and tasted. I heard a moan in the air as my fingers flew to the back of her head and clutched handfuls of her silken hair, but it took me a minute to realize the moan was my own. I was so taken over by the intensity of my pleasure I couldn't open my eyes. I could slurping sounds as her head popped between my legs, the cool air caressing my cock as she raised her head and the warmth of her wet mouth sliding down as she engulfed me on the downstroke. It seemed like mere seconds had passed when I began to feel my balls tighten, my orgasm building like a storm cloud ready to burst forth it's rain. As I felt my orgasm raging like a storm, my cum ready to boil forth from hardness there was suddenly nothing but the cool air... a shock almost as intense as when she first swallowed my dick. Fighting to climb back to the here and now I looked down between my legs and saw she was gone. Looking further I saw her sprawled out on the floor, her red-brown hair spread like a halo above her head, her face contorted with a lust long past being denied. My eyes took her in, one hand on her breast pulling and rolling the erect nipple while the other worked busily between her full, spread, silk covered thighs. Her hips bucking and grinding as she slammed the dildo into here again and again, her head rolling from side to side. The sound of her soft whimpers flamed the lust burning almost out of control in me. When I looked closer between her thighs, as her hand drew the dildo out, I realized she had shaved herself and lost what little control I had left. Before I realized it I was on the floor, between her legs with my hand grabbing the dildo and tossing it to the side. Her eyes flew open wide and when she focused enough to see me she whispered "yes, Milord, take me... please" as her hands moved to my ass and tried to pull me down. My lips found a breast, my teeth capturing and erect nipple as I lowered my hips. Her hand guided me as I slid easily into her, burying myself in her hot, wetness. As my teeth pulled on the nipple her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling her up to me as I plunged into her, her voice pleading and begging and urging me on. I felt the silk of her stockings against my skin, caressing me as I moved above her, slamming into her again. I felt her stiffen beneath me, her hips slamming up into mine as her upper body became limp. The walls of pussy spasmed, gripping my hard cock and it was more than I could take. As her pussy continued to spasm, milking my cock, her legs tightened, pulling her harder and harder against me, my orgasm exploded from deep within me. My whole body stiffened as I tried to bury myself deeper, my juices bursting forth again and again. It seemed like an eternity... and eternity in heaven... time suspended as we drifted along, our bodies entwined, riding the waves of our ecstasy. She had pulled me down on top of her, her legs still wrapped tightly around my waste with her heels digging into my ass. Her voice was soft and sweet in my ear as she whispered word of thanks, words of pleasure, words of devotion. Her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, holding me tight as she gave herself to me completely.