An Erotic Pic 1k Contest: Stripped Bare by Cristin Storm - 08/08/12

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest - August 2012

Darius knew the moment Mikayla entered his club, The Zone.   His whole body became alert, senses coming alive.  Instantly aroused, and wanting this quiet beauty unlike any other submissive before.  For six months he has watched her.  For those six months, she has watched, talked, but never participated, and delicately refused every Dom who has invited her to play.

She wants to play, but she has an innate quality, or an air about her that reveals her shyness, and her beauty.  She is a natural born submissive, a beautiful girl, but all she has done is watch; until tonight.

Tonight, she would play.  Tonight, she would be watched.  He refused to take no for an answer.  Maybe it was the fact that he knew she hadn’t been ready.  Tonight, everything  has changed. 

He followed her, as she made her way around the main play area.  He noticed how she caressed the St. Andrews Cross, the various Spanking Benches.  But, what made him stop cold was the way she caressed the floggers, the canes, and the look of longing that shined in her eyes.

Yes would be her answer.

Mikayla felt His eyes on her.  Her very flesh heated in anticipation, longing, and desire.  She was always aware of Darius.  The way his muscles rippled when he was deep into a scene, the way his eyes lighted up in laughter, and in arousal.  The way he wielded the crop, always had her nipples at attention, and her pussy clenching in need.

Tonight, she was prepared to enter her darkest fantasies.  Tonight, her answer would be yes.  Reality was bound to be much better.  Darius, he alone was the one who could show her the pleasures she seeks, only Darius. 

An hour has passed, and his cock was tired of the wait.  It was a game that only the two of them were aware of.  He was waiting no more.

Mikayla was standing by the main scene area, too enrapt at the scene before her.  A submissive, tied to the St. Andrews Cross, being worked over by his Mistress.  His whole body was flushed, his cock straining, begging for the release that she would give him.  But, it was the look in his eyes that held Mikayla’s attention.  Bliss.  Oh, how she longed for that.  Just once, be able to let all her stress and worries flee.  Just once, she wanted a taste of the dark passion she has watched.

As Darius approached Mikayla, he watched her as she took in the scene before her.  She was beautiful, and seeking that same desire Mistress Corrine was placing on her submissive.  Mine.  Darius thought, as he drew closer to her.  Startled by his thoughts, he continued closer until he could wrap his arms around her waist and pull her into his body.  He was more than ready to have her to himself; more than ready to break her down and watch her be born again, beautiful she would be.

She stopped shuffling her feet as soon as his arms surrounded her.  She stiffened, but it was a brief reaction, then she melted into his body.

“Come.”  Darius spoke into her ear.

Mikayla took a deep breath, knowing who was holding her.  “Yes”, was barely a whisper, but he heard, and tucked her into his side as he ushered her away. 

Mikayla let Darius lead her into a private room.  Her pulse began to skyrocket, but it wasn’t from fear.  Just being near Him was all it took.  She was elated, excited and more than ready to experience what he had to offer. 

“You are finally ready.”  Darius spoke.  It wasn’t a question, just a statement of fact.  Months of observation, and arousal, and he knew the truth.  She was ready.

“Yes.”  Mikayla had to look into his face.  Strong, chiseled features, blue eyes almost the color of sapphire.  He was as aroused as her.  Her body flushed under his perusal.  She felt like he was almost inspecting her, gauging her reaction to their surroundings, and what was to come.

Her nipples tightened to an unbearable heightened state.  Beneath the corset, she hummed with pleasure as she tried to take slow, steady breaths.  She only hoped Darius would appreciate what she wore underneath her miniscule amount of clothing. 

Darius was in pain, plain and simple.  How had he let this little sprite of a woman get under his skin and they hadn’t even really touched; explored what each had to offer?  His cock ached as he fought for his control.  She was not helping with his control at all.  Even standing there, the innocence she exuded was an aphrodisiac in itself.  Enough.  Now, he would begin, now he would see what she would be willing to offer.

“Come here.”   Darius commanded of Mikayla.  This is where he needed his control the most.  Get it together man, control.

Mikayla looked into his eyes as he spoke.  She slowly walked to where he stood.  Each step had her body heating.  He was almost a foot taller than her 5’4”.  He was built solid.  Working out for him was probably more for pleasure, than necessity.  It showed.  She dared a glance lower, and saw the outline of his cock through the denim of his jeans.  Her mouth watering, and her pussy clenched in need.  It was more than enough to satisfy all her dark fantasies, and more so, her ultimate desires.

“Strip, Mikayla.”

She stared, taken back by the quickness of his command.  He still held the crop in his hands, teasing it, like he was soon to tease her.

“Don’t fear me, beautiful.”  Darius noticed her slight hesitation at his command.  He would not allow her to think too long, nor would he allow her to Top from the bottom.  All or nothing that is how he would be.  “I won’t be so patient if I have to ask you again.”  He smiled a pure devilish grin.

“Yes, Da-“

“Master.”  He spoke quickly.  He has never asked another submissive before to call him that, but with her, it felt right.  It was right.  He wanted to be worthy of that name to her.  Prided himself on his control, and his ability to break even the most seasoned submissive into a work of beauty. 

“Yes, Master.”  Mikayla blushed as she began to follow his order.  She removed her micro-mini skirt, and her corset.  She was careful in her moves, wanting to draw out the moment.  How she dressed was for him, only him. 

She wore her lace, crotchless stockings, and a leather shelf bra the held her large breasts up, but keeping them entirely exposed.  She waxed her pussy just for him.  Loving the sensation her bare skin brought to her own touch, and now, to his.

Holy shit, this woman will be the death of me.  Darius was taken back, stunned at her natural beauty, lush curves, heavy, full breasts and her beautifully waxed pussy.  He walked around her, and pulled her tightly to him.  Her back to his chest, knowing the wool of his sweater would heighten her sense of touch even more.  He gently ran the crop over her body, watching as goose flesh arose in its wake.

Now, he thought.  He pulled the crop tightly across her nipples, as the curtains began to part.  Now, his beauty would see what she does to him through the eyes of the patrons in his club.  For tonight, she was his, and she was stripped bare.

Mikayla gasped as she saw the crowd on the other side of the glass. 

“Are you ready, beautiful?”

“Yes Master, please.”