It's
intermission at the symphony. When we go back in, we will finish the
concert with Beethoven's 5th.
I like it that you take me to the Baltimore Symphony. I don't have to
worry about what I'm going to wear because you always buy me dresses
for nights like this.
Nothing
over the top tonight. Black heels, a simple, strapless black dress
that goes to my ankles, small slit up the side, modest. I'm wearing
the black ribbon on my neck. You wanted my hair up tonight, you like
to look at my neck.
We
have dress circle seats, so we are at the bar, one of the upper
levels. I get to look down and watch everyone walk, talk, clink
glasses...and I'm simply relaxing on the railing, chin on one hand.
You
come back to me and hand me a glass. It's a sweet pinot grigio,
Woodbridge. I crinkle my nose a little, but I take it anyway. I like
my pinot grigio from Italy, nice and dry. Beggars can't be choosers
at a limited bar. I sip at it.
You
move behind me, placing your hand on the small of my back. I feel you
lean in, face close to my ear. Your thumb lightly strokes my back in
small circles. I sigh a little, bring the wine up in both hands and
take another sip.
Your
breath tickles me when you whisper in my ear, “I want to kiss your
neck.”
I
shiver. I say nothing.
“I
want you, in your dress, in ropes, tightly, I want the ropes to hurt
you...”
I
close my eyes, wondering if anyone can hear you.
“I
want the gag too tight in your mouth...”
The
glass trembles in my hands.
“I
want you to cum for me, as many times as you can...”
I
lick my lips.
“I
want to ruin your dress...”
I'm
not sure I can stand for much longer.
“I
want to ruin you...”
The
lights dim and you slowly pull away from me, hand gliding off of my
back. My mouth is slightly open, eyes half-lidded, chest heaving..I
have to carefully set the glass down. You are already going to our
seats.
You
are going to make me sit there, through the rest of the concert,
thinking about everything you said...the ropes cutting into me,
making me helpless, the gag so hard in my mouth and the drool, oh god
you will make me drool in this dress...
And
I know, as I sit there in the balcony, watching the conductor whip up
the orchestra, that you will make me cum and cum and cum and cum
until the final orgasm will make me scream and I will pass out, the
last thing I will know will be your arms catching me...and you are
making me sit here, making me wait....
You
are so cruel...so damned cruel....
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Baltimore
Symphony Orchestra –
Sample
of tonight's music while writing this:
Written
with my favorite, well-chewed, ballgag in my little mouth. Would you
like to take me to the symphony?
Mmmmpphh!!!!
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