A new instrument

The surprise overwhelmed me when I heard myself say: "Please maestro, use me as you wish." It was as if an unknown voice was speaking from within me, a voice filled with desire and devotion.

A soft moan escaped my lips as I uttered the words and I felt my body tremble with arousal. The shame and moral concerns were overshadowed by a burning desire that filled me completely.

I could feel the darkness of the room, the presence of the maestro who would dominate me and control my lust. In that moment, it was as if all resistance and doubt disappeared and I surrendered completely to the pleasure of the moment.

When John asked me for my safeword, I felt a mixture of relief and anticipation. I immediately realized that this wasn't his first time playing with a woman. My voice trembled slightly as I replied: "Fortissimo."

"Fortissimo," he repeated slowly, as if he was letting the sound of the word melt in his mouth. "A fitting safeword for a woman full of passion."

John's words pierced the air and sent a wave of excitement through my body. "Then we'll start pianissimo now and go from strength to strength," he said with a mixture of authority and enticement.

"My love, you will be my instrument," he said in a deep, melodic voice. "I will pluck your sensitive strings and make you resonate with every touch."

His words immersed my imagination in the sound of music as I prepared to be his instrument. I felt the tension building inside me as he continued: "Your body will be my sound box, echoing every note, every nuance of my touch."

I could literally see the baton in his hand, ready to glide over my body and create the sounds of pleasure. His fingers would glide over my skin like skillful musicians over the keys of a piano, smooth and precise.

"I will caress you with delicate strings," he whispered as his fingertips glided over my aroused skin. "And then I'll play your body like a drum with powerful strokes to unleash the passion inside you."

My heart pounded with excitement as I heard the muffled beats from afar. The sounds of the drums I had already heard in my mind were overlaid by the reality unfolding before me.

A feeling of helplessness overcame me as I realized that I was at the mercy of the situation. The thrusts were like a loud echo of my own desire, holding me captive and arousing me at the same time.

My body quivered with anticipation and I felt my arousal increase with each stroke. The feeling of abandonment mixed with lust was an intoxicating cocktail that captivated me.

"Please, maestro," I whispered in a trembling voice. "Open the door and let me enter your world of ecstasy."

The words escaped my lips like a **** cry for help, and yet I knew that was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to surrender to my desire, give free rein to my lust and experience the boundless freedom of ecstasy.