The decline of the empire of the senses: sensual domination - Erotic tale

Pass and delight yourself with the decline of the empire of the senses: sensual domination . The last and exciting story of the prolific writer Mimmi Kass. Our doctor expert in bondage loads her pen of intense sex …

The twilight of the empire of the senses: sensual domination Carolina returned with difficulty from the dream state in which she was mired after orgasm. The tattoo man had moved away from them, he only felt Miguel's warmth beside her and his breathing agitated.

“Take off the bandage,” he murmured with difficulty. He blinked a few times before opening his green eyes to the sensual light of the huge room, where all the members seemed to be light years away.

-How you feel? Miguel asked, fiddling with his fingers along the line of his hip.

Carolina composed a gesture of strangeness. He perceived everything with a strange clarity and clarity. He felt that his perceptions were exacerbated and he turned to Miguel with leisurely movements.

“Untie me.”

While he slid the silk down her forearms to undo the knots that kept her immobilized, she tasted in her mouth the memory of the last time she had tasted Miguel's skin. I listened to her breathing, slower, and where I touched her, she left a trail of fire on her bare skin. Her masculine scent flooded her, causing a burning in her fingertips.

“I need to touch you.” Now is my turn.

His tone admitted no discussion, but Miguel hesitated a few seconds. Carolina knew that it was hard for him to give up control, although when he did, he became that slave who doesn't know he is. Ideal. Sublime.

After hugging for a moment on the couch, Carolina stood up and held out her hand. He led him to the corner of the most collected and intimate room, bypassing some assistants as daring mannequins, to a small platform where a Shibari scene was recently taking place. He immediately discarded the ropes, knew Miguel's hobbies of not wearing anything that did not belong to him, and chose leather and steel wristbands. They would be perfect.

“Come here, Miguel,” Carolina ordered. The dress was still rolled at her waist, the panties were soaked and she showed her breasts over the bra cups. She had already activated the domination mode and those dolls were not going to judge her. He only had one goal: that Miguel obeyed. He obeyed.

He placed it standing just below the point of suspension. Like a shark encircling its prey, Carolina surrounded him, resting only the tips of his fingers on his shoulders. When he came back in front of him, the two smiled, accomplices. Returning to common places was welcome. Despite the passage of time, they had known how to reinvent themselves.

He unbuttoned the buttons on his shirt one by one. They were so small that they hurt their fingers. He looked at his firm, muscular abdomen, framed by the white cloth, and brought both hands to meet his pectorals. He rested his palms. The heat he transmitted, the rise and fall of his chest to the rhythm of his agitated breathing seemed to him the very definition of life. With desperate slowness, he slid the garment over his shoulders, then his arms and left his torso naked. For a second, he wanted to leave the session they enjoyed to rest his cheek on it and take refuge in his arms, as he had done so many times in the past. But there would be time for that.

“Give me your hands,” he said with a sweet murmur, already in control of his own emotions.

Having his male hands in hers triggered his excitement again. Strong, elegant, manly hands. With prominent veins and well-groomed nails. He closed his eyes to evoke everything that those hands, which for her were fetish, caused on his body. He stroked his palms with his thumbs in a circular motion and intertwined his fingers, noting the inside of his thighs the replica of the caress. Miguel gasped. I was also excited.

He placed the leather strips on his wrists, looked for the silk ribbons in his pockets, and introduced them through the steel rings. His arms were already restricted. Now I just needed to tie the tapes to the suspension point.

One of the mannequins, now turned into a man, pointed to a small sidewalk. Carolina smiled, thanking him. But first, he must strip Miguel of his gaze.

“Good night,” he whispered next to his ear, then blindfold him. Miguel smiled a smile that lifted the corner of his lips just a millimeter. He said nothing. I knew how to be patient. Not like her, Carolina thought, that by now he would have thrown a thousand unconnected questions into the air.

He took off his heels, climbed onto the sidewalk, and stretched his fingers to reach the thick steel ring that hung from a ceiling chain. To tie the tapes he had to stick to Miguel. She protested angrily when he buried his face between her breasts. The faint beard that adorned her chin made her shiver with pleasure. There would be time for that.

When he descended, Miguel's body was displayed in the strategic light that adorned the corner of bonds. The beam ripped from his skin mysterious golden reflections. With the tip of his index, Carolina drew the line of his clavicles and the encounter of his pecs. He surrounded, like a girl in a game, the subtle grid of his abs. She traced, fascinated, spirals around her nipples and her navel.

-Carolina…

The warning tone made her laugh, and she placed a kiss on her half-open mouth.

“I'm coming,” he laughed amused, but his body was too intriguing and addictive to ignore it without further ado. I wanted to recreate.

He continued on his back and sank his fingers into the trapezoids, following the defined lines of tension. He traced a trail of wet kisses on his neck, tearing an impatient growl. It was one of his weak points and he gave himself to his neck and shoulders with dedication. Soon it would attack more vulnerable areas.

He pressed bare breasts against him, covering with his arms the contour of his chest. His whole body seemed to burn, he felt the rumble of his heart, already racing, and he felt the urge to precipitate the situation.

I wanted to subdue it. I wanted to give it up. I wanted to see it finished … of pleasure.

He returned in front of him, with a new determination. He bit his lips, his chin, and dragged his mouth over the bisector of his body until he fell to his knees on the thick carpet. His avid hands unbuckled his belt and pants, which hung a second from his hips to finish later on his ankles.

Carolina rubbed her face over the erection, still covered by the boxer. He released her. The musky scent of her sex made her mouth water, and she didn't wait for her feast. He fixed the base with one hand and embraced Miguel's solid penis in his mouth with delight. He was panting. He noticed his knees and less firm as he moved his other hand down his hamstrings. I knew what was next. Carolina fiddled with her fingers between her thighs, ascending calmly until she reached the firm area behind her testicles. Pressed. Miguel let out an almost anguished growl. I knew that surrender was approaching. Carolina released her prey, brought her fingers to her lips and covered them with saliva. And he returned them to his place among his stone buttocks.

-Carolina! Miguel pleaded, when she stroked her anal hole with expertise, and introduced only the fingertip inside her.

He welcomed the penis between his lips again. Calmly. With cadence. Neatly. It was easier when he synchronized the two movements, and he did so. He had Miguel's erection in and out of his mouth. He moved his fingers gently, but firmly through his anal canal. He looked for the mysterious relief that would make him touch the stars, and massaged him with expertise. Miguel's knees trembled, his moans rose in intensity. He shook his head from side to side and Carolina looked up. The band had slipped uncovering his eyes, and connected with Miguel's animal gaze. But he clenched his eyelids tightly, while muttering a prayer to the universe. Carolina had increased the speed of her work and prepared.

Miguel exhaled an agonized scream as he ran into his mouth. His knees definitely stopped holding him and the chain snapped dry and metallic when he hung on his wrists. His body was falling apart in spasms of pure lust. Orgasm had whipped him with all the force of that infernal stimulus. Because in those moments, Miguel felt that he would go straight to the hell of pleasure.

Carolina smiled, with the penis still inside her mouth. Miguel was finished. He sat up, climbing his anatomy, and hugged him tightly. He remained motionless, trying to recover his breath.