Greetings deviants...this post will introduce the fantasy that is Domina Morphyne. Who is this woman you might ask? She is an extension of the Sinful Angel...a woman in control of any situation. A woman who shows you carnal and taboo worlds unseen to most people. She is one who does not care about anything but achieving her true release and letting her inner beast out. She can be cruel, demanding and heartless. She can be sensual, erotic and down right filthy. This post is a fantasy involving her...and the man lucky enough to be deemed worthy of her attentions.
I am excited. Why? Well, my lover is in NYC to see me and act a fool with me. I flew to his location last time, it was only fair he fly to me this time. It had been a while since I last saw him...the anticipation of our meeting was making my stomach churn. My hands are clammy and my mind a whirlwind. I am not sure what to expect or what we will do. Well, take that back. I have a faint idea of what will happen...but how will it play out? Would I let him take control or would I scew his brains out? I had to make amends for our last meeting, as it was not up to my high standards. This time, I would be ready for him. Ready to rock his world. I had to remain cool and calm..and in control of the situation. Hey...I should introduce him to Domina Morphyne! When I am in Domina mode....ooohh wee!! The gears in my mind start turning as I plan how this will all play out....
So, after weeks and fracking months of long conversations, bullshit, haggling and driving each other sexually insane, the day finally arrived. I was to meet him at his hotel in the city...early in the morning nonetheless. Thankfully, Starbucks is right around the corner from where I live...I was going to need all my energy. I stroll through the doors of the plush downtown hotel without a care in the world. Aloof and with a bored air of one about to attend a seminar. I stop just inside the door and pause for dramatic effect..I do love making an entrance. Let all gathered around me gawk and pay homage to the awesome goddess that is me. I take off my black Dior wraparound shades and scan the lobby....searching for the one worthy of my attentions. I spot him in a chair in a somewhat secluded corner of the lobby, playing with his phone (again. That man stays glued to his phone). He hasn't looked up yet...but I know he senses I am in his vicinity. The tips of his ears are a pretty pink and there is a tiny smile playing at the corners of his mouth. I grin wide. He wants to play hard to get, eh? He wants to act like being near me doesn't affect him in any way? My eyes narrow and I chuckle. This could prove interesting.
I sedately walk over to where he is seated and stand directly in front of him, not saying a word. A few tense seconds pass by before he slowly raises his head and peers at me from behind his eyeglasses. He just looks at me as I drink in the sight of him. It's been too long since I saw him last. I had forgotten how long his hair was or how incredibly sexy he looks in glasses. My memory has faded the image of his strong arms and the crinkles by the corners of his beautiful brown eyes. How could my memory have faded like that? I smile prettily at him, disguising the fact my insides have been thrown into a tailspin. All the memories of our previous encounter come rushing back to me...but I can not entertain a trip down memory lane right now. I am still in control. Anger swells up inside me. I lean down and rip the phone out of his hands...and give him a viscious, long kiss. I bite his tongue as my lips bruise his. My free hand grabs his hair and I yank his head back, wanting to inflict a little bit of pain. He tries to grab me, but I smack his hand away. I finally pull away and stand up, feeling triumphant. Act distant will he? Act like he isn't glad to see me? I smile sweetly as I say..."Welcome to New York City darling". With that, I hold up the key card I took from his pocket and start walking to the elevators. (hopefully, this man catches up to me before the elevator doors open. I have no clue as to where I am going. Hey, I like to make a scene!) My heart is racing. What just happened was....pretty intense. Did I really just forcefully greet him? I smile to myself…yes, yes I did. I hear him approach me and I put my game face back on….the dominant one. Without a word, the elevator doors open and we step inside…on our way to an incredible world where only he and I exist. 
The door to his suite closes behind us and I stroll around the room to gain my composure. Plottimg. Scheming. I have to make sure this man will never forget who I am. When he dreams at night, it will be of me. Anytime he masturbates, it will be my face swimming in front of his eyes. When he is on the highway headed to work, just the thought of me will make his cock harden painfully. I want him addicted, I want to drive him sexually insane…as he has done me. Every woman he fucks, his mind and soul will call out for me, will call MY name. I continue my inspection of the suite, making idle chatter with him. I ask about his flight, how his businesses are doing…just catching up with him. I set my purse on the loveseat, my mind still furiously working as I continue the inane chatter. He comes up behind me (silly me, I had my back turned to him) and wraps me in his arms. I lean back into him, not wanting to tip him off to the idea I FINALLY had. I have to be cool. I have to play this off, remain calm. He kisses my ear and tells me how glad he is to see me…and asks what the hell was that in the lobby. I arch an eyebrow and grin. Let the games begin!
I quickly turn around and push him to the nearest wall. “What was that in the lobby” I breathe into his ear, “was my way of letting you know what was to come.” I trap his head in my hands and begin biting him, alternating with kisses. “I missed you asshole” I say over and over again. I tell him how wet just the thought of him makes me. I tell him how he sends my heart into overdrive everytime I hear his voice. How I dream of him seducing me, touching me. How I fantasize about him taking control and having his wicked, wicked way with me. I can feel his excitement growing, his pulse quickening. His thudding heartbeat reverberates throughout my whole being. I kiss his face, his nose, his cheeks, his throat. I want to devour him right there on the spot, but I know I must be patient. I must drag this out as long as possible. Drive him to the brink of insanity…and with a gentle nudge, send him headlong into oblivion. I stop suddenly and push away from him. His chest is heaving, his eyes slightly glassy. I see red marks on his neck where I have bitten him…and I grin. Those are MY marks on him…and more are to come. I grab his hand and march him to the bedroom. My blood is rushing, I am tripping off the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I feel as though I am on top of the world! This man is mine and mine alone…and I will prove it to him. There is no other for him…no one like me. I am the best he is going to EVER have. I just want to make that clear to him is all.
Once we are in the bedroom, I slam the door shut and throw him onto the bed. A part of his senses must have returned, for he instantly sits up and glares at me. “What the fuck is that? Have you lost your mind…again?” he demands of me. I hold my finger up for silence and give him my deadliest seductive look (you know, the LOOK that inspires a fear of God). “Silence,” I command, “you’re in my city, on my stomping grounds. I promised a rematch..one you will never forget, didn’t I?” He narrows his eyes…calculating his response. A second pauses, then two, then a few more. Finally, he nods his head. I rush over to him and jump on the bed, my legs to his sides. I yank his head back and hold his chin in my hand and whisper in his ear…”Then just lay back and enjoy the ride darling. Don’t worry though. This won’t hurt…much”. I jump off the bed and retrieve my bag from the couch. His eyes grow a bit wide as he sees me stroll back into the room, a Cheshire grin on my face. I order him to sit in the chair in the corner of the room and with the ropes from my bag of goodies, secured his arms to the chair. I pull out the blindfold and he makes a noise of protest. I turn from my task and glare at him….how dare he? But then again, I had not spoken of the rules yet. I shake my head and walk back towards him. I throw one leg onto the arm of the chair and lean down so that our noses are touching. “Rule number one,” I say, “no bitching. Rule number two is no touching umless I say you can and after you have asked my permission. Rule number three is enjoy the ride. Anything else goes.”He nods his head in agreement and I tie the silk scarf around his head, sealing his sense of sight. I slowly unbutton his shirt and leave it open, exposing his chest. All of it, just for me to have my way with. I trail my perfectly manicured nails up and down his chest…lightly. I circle his nipples and grin in glee as I watch them come to attention. The power I have is making my head spin..but I quickly get it under control. I have a supplicant to destroy, after all. I stroke him lightly for a few minutes, watching his chest raise and fall. Watch his body strain for my touch when I pause. I caress his face, gently tug on his mustache and goatee. I feel he is ready for the next phase of this torture, so I slide my pants and panties off in preparation. I do a quick check…yes, I am good and wet..and we haven’t done much yet! I chuckle softly to myself
I snatch up my leather riding crop and straddle him….grabbing his chin and forcing it upwards. “How are you doing darling? Still hanging in there?” “Of course” he replies, “this is nothing new to me”. I struggle to hide my grin. This arrogance is what attracted me to him in the first place…but sheesh. The man annoys me at times. I smack him on his left nipple with my riding crop, leaving an angry red welt. I then lick the wound and blow a cooling breath on it. That ought to teach him. His face turns red and I hold a finger to his lips (god, I can not wait until those lips are all over me…sigh.) I ask if he is going to behave and save the smart ass comments for another time. He grins and shakes his head no. I cock my head to the side and bring the crop smacking down on his right nipple….and this time, I pinch it between my fingers.I ask the same question and he gives the same reply…no. His defiance is so magnificant. Both of his nipples are beet red, glaring at me, angry welts. I shift and dip two fingers into my soaking wet pussy…and trace his lips with them. His tongue darts out immediately and right when it does….I quickly smack his nipples again! He jumps this time and bares his teeth. I laugh, a hearty laugh that fills the room. This is just too much fun!! I am enjoying this play….so much it hurts. I dip my fingers into my pussy again and hold them just in front of his lips…not quite touching. I grab his hair and yank his head back. “Ask me permission to lick the fuck juice from my fingers” I whisper to him. I watch his nostrils flare and his tongue dart out to lick his lips…but no word from him. I yank a little harder on his hair and repeat my demand, lightly tapping his bottom lip with a cum soaked finger. A few more tense seconds pass and I hear him whisper ever so softly, “Please, let me lick the fuck juice from your fingers”. First, I am shocked. I mean, I really didn’t think he was going to play along. This man is always full of surprises. I can never figure him out. I clamp down my elation and tell him to open his mouth….and quench his thirst. Whoops…I forgot that magical tongue of his! His tongue swirled around my fingers, sucking on them. His warm mouth feels like a silken glove….so sensual and…oh my! His tongue dips in between the gaps of my fingers, exploring every crevice, nook and cranny. Every last drop is sucked from my fingers…I feel as though he is sucking every last drop of my life essence. I stifle a moan and quickly snatch my fingers from his mouth…aww, look. He is pouting a bit. How adorable. Fine, he will pay for making my heart race. He will pay dearly for exciting me! How dare he!! I am the one in control here. It is okay. I will make him pay. I work quickly and strip his pants and underwear off him. This fucker is going to pay dearly for this one. I blow my breath on his penis….first with my lips just barely touching the shaft, then from a short distance away. I look up at his face as I am giving him my breathing technique. Slow, gentle breaths on the head of his penis, on the shaft. His face is a study in ecxtasy. His mouth is slightly parted and I can see him struggling to control his breathing. I smile and pull out more secret weapons…my pearl necklace that I wrap around the shaft and my turkey feather. No, no silk for this torture. I trail the feather from his neck down his chest, in circles around his nipples, down to his stomach. I alternate strokes of the feather with loving licks. As I use my mouth and feather on one nipple, I am squeezing the other one…then I switch. I want to drive him to madness. To a lust he has never experienced before. He begins to squirm and moan, but I quickly snatch up the riding crop nearby and give him a light smack on his chest…when his squirmimg is getting a bit out of hand. I stop the torso torture and give him a lomg hard kiss and then resume the torture. I slide down a bit to a kneeling position in between his legs. This man has no idea of what I am about to do to him. I trail an outline of his penis with the feather…light gentle touches to excite. He is rock hard now, the veins popping a bit. I lightly tap his swollen head with my riding crop. “uh uh”, I admonish, “you are NOT allowed to cum until I give permission” His reply is a tortured groan that sounds like music to my ears. I flick my tongue across the head of his penis and watch in glee as it jumps. I chuckle and watch in awe. I see his cock straining against the restraint I have wound around it…so swollen! So juicy! My mouth is watering as I watch his ever so beautiful cock dance for me. I flick my tongue across the head again to make it dance the dance of lust. I glance up at him….oh yes. He is trying so hard to rein in his desire. Time to turn up the heat
I position myself so that my hand has access to the object of my desire and my mouth access to the upper half of his body. I bite down hard on his chest as my hand strokes his cock….and wow. I did not know he could jump like that. I was almost thrown off! I immediately suck the bitten area of chest to soothe the sudden shock. I look down at my handiwork and am pleased to see teeth marks swelling on his skin. I grab his hair and pull back (yes, again. This seems to be my favorite thing to do to him) and nibble on his neck. I am lost in a world of hazy lust now. There is no going back as I continue this journey to sexual insanity. I whisper dirty little things in his ear, praising him for being such a willing supplicant. Telling him how much I adore him, how much I missed his cock inside of me. How I have dreamed of this day since the last time we parted ways. He moans and strains against his bindings as I kick things into overdrive. His breathing is erratic, chest heaving, a fine sheen of sweat breaking out above his brow. I nibble, caress…bite. I sink my teeth into his shoulder….trying to consume him. I want him to be one with me…I want to eat him alive! His moans are getting louder and turning me on like I have never been turned on before. I quickly scramble to a kneeling position between his legs and shove his rock hard cock deep, deep into my mouth. His reaction is a very very loud gasp followed by a prolonged groan. I slowly suck upwards on his cock, toying with the head. Tickling the area underneath the head. Using the turkey feather to tickle his heavy balls. I continue this for a bit, going slow then fast…then slowing the pace again. His whole body is covered in sweat, he is straining to be free. I know he is dying to place his hands on my head, shove my mouth down his shaft and to release his load into my warm mouth. His cock is doing a happy dance inside my mouth and I feel myself getting wetter and wetter. I suddenly take my mouth completely off his cock and sit back on my heels, watching him catch his breath. I am not ready for him to find his release yet…not yet. I dip my fingers inside my aching pussy, withdraw three cum soaked fingers and place them on his lips. “now, what do you say?” I tease him, “taste what you have done to me.”. His face looks pained but I hear him ask. “Please”, he groans, “allow me to suck the fuck juice from your fingers. Please, I must taste you…”. I lick my own juices from my fingers and give him another kiss for being such a good boy! Our tongues tango, swirl and dart rapidly to and fro. I groan and bite his tongue. I am so turned on. I want him so badly…inside of me. Filling that void only he can fill. Sending me hurling into the depths of insanity. I want his arms around me, crushing me against his chest. Now is not the time though. I still have much planned for him.
I remove the blindfold from his eyes and he blinks a few times to clear his vision…and then he stares deep into my eyes. What do I find in the murky depths of his eyes? Promises. Retribution. A threat. Lust. Desire. I pull him to his feet and untie his hands. I am not done. Now the fun begins. I shove him onto the bed and straddle him. I remind him of the rules with quick smacks on his legs and torso with my riding crop. (I love that thing). I look down at him, the beginnings of bruises making themselves known. I grin at my handiwork. I lean down and whisper in his ear….”Now it is time to get you off. Give your body to me. Let your body be free, free your body, your body with me”. He looks at me and smiles. Oooh!! There should be a law against him smiling at me like that. Thus begins the full body attack. I blaze kisses/bites all over his heated skin. No area of skin is left untouched by my hands or mouth. I take the riding crop and whip his nipples, his shoulders and his chest. I am rough. I am not nice, not at all loving. The inner beast in me has awoken…and so has his. I make my way down to his cock…oops. I forgot about the restraints. I tear the necklace off his cock, scattering pearls all over the bed, against the wall…I did not care. My inner beast was out to play now. She wanted to enjoy her freedom as long and as much as possible. I take his cock in my mouth and suck hard. Long and hard, as if I was dying of thirst and his cock was a spring. I dimly hear him gasping and feel him bucking….oh yes. Both of us will be driven to insanity it seems. My mind is…..hell, I don’t think I had a mind at this point. I was consumed with this inner fire….this primal urge to go insane. I nimbly jump off the bed and pull him to his feet….and both of us went crashing into the nightstand. We didn’t care. We hopped over the mess and I threw him against a wall. “trust me”, I tell him, “and go with the flow. Give your body to me”. It has become a chant as I repeat it over and over. I shove his cock in my mouth again….ah yes. I feel…happy. Happier than I have ever been. This is what I have dreamed of, this is what I wanted…almost. I suck and caress his cock…oh my how it fills my mouth. I shoveit as far deep down my throat as I possibly can…wanting more of it. I want to choke on it. I feel his hand on my head to assist. I snuggle up to his cock. I kiss it…I am WORSHIPPING this damn thing like it was my one and only savior. This is what I have been craving. My mouth is so hot and wet….I am making one hell of a sloppy mess all over his cock. I don’t want him to cum just yet, so I stop….and stand in front of him. Ha!! He is not even standing all the way up, he is leaned against the wall, knees slightly bent.
I am like a woman possessed as I kiss him…..deeply. Bruising lips. Pinching nipples. Squeezing the head of his cock. His head is thrashing side to side, his eyes closed tight, mouth open. Wide open. I see this and slip my fingers into my pussy…yup. You guessed it. I watched him watching me as he sucked my fingers dry. I lick my parched lips and gulp. Oh, I want him. Now. Hard. Fast. Slow. Rough. Gentle. However I could get him. Am I trying to kill him? You bet…and I may die in the process. I cup his balls and kiss him on his neck, rubbing my breasts against his chest. I want to completely cover him. Consume him. Be consumed by him. This man….my lover….there is no other for me. Ever. My alpha, my omega. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight….as I emotions swirl around me. Now, now it is time. My inner beast will mate with his……in a blinding light seen only by us. I push him off me and we both collapse to the floor. He kisses my neck, my breasts, my stomach, my inner thighs. I am writhing in sweet intense pain. It is such torture for me…..he is touching me on the outside, but not the inside. I want him inside of me, to complete me. Oh god. Yes. In one fliud stroke, my lover fills me and I gasp. I look into his eyes and see his inner beast staring back at me. I am filled with awe and wonder……so beautiful. So majestic. So…..free. “Give your body to me” my lover says, “set your body free”. I numbly nod my head and he begins slowly pumping. Grinding his hips against mine. The carpet beneath me…eh. I will worry about the rug burns later.
His tempo is increasing and his body is aglow with sweat. His breathing is heavy…and gaining speed. I am in….another world. Only he and I exist. I match his tempo, raising, falling. Teasing with the promise of completion. Suddeny, he withdraws and lays down on his back. I quickly straddle him and settle on top of him….oooohhh my. The sensation of being filled. I throw my head back, giving him a wonderful view of my breasts. He pulls me down for a mind blowing kiss, his hands caressing my back. I feel him moving inside me and squeeze my female muscles around his cock….slowly, slowly. Tense, release. Tense, release. This is too much for me and I begin to ride him. Oh my, this is soo good. I lean back as I am riding him and I feel his fingers playing with my clit. The bed is bouncing, the headboard smacking against the back wall as we fuck each other stupid. Suddenly, he grabs my hips (that will leave a bruise for sure) and roars. Not yell. Not shout. Roars. I watch him release and that proves my undoing. My inner beast screams to match his beast roaring….oh yes. The light was so blinding, the screaming, the roaring….I felt tears gathering and then….darkness.
We woke up a few hours later. What can I say?? It was pretty intense.
