Stringing Things Out

You look over at Maisie, who finally seems to have accepted that you, and not her, are in charge here. It is a complete reversal of the relationship that has existed ever since you hit puberty and found yourself becoming attracted to her, a dynamic that seemed so strong and irreversible that Maisie had assumed it could even withstand you being given complete control over her. But she was wrong.

You couldn't ever have imagined being in the position you are now. You could command Maisie to finish undressing right here and right in this moment, to finally present to you the body that you have been fantasising about for as long as you have had sexual urges. But there is no rush here. The absolute certainty that you are finally going to see her naked allows you the luxury of creating the perfect conditions for that first. And you have always been something of a pleasure delayer. The anticipation is all part of the thrill. You do, however, desire closer contact with her immediately.

"Maisie, come and sit on my lap"

"Yes Master"

There is no way of disguising the fact that you are rock hard at the prospect of what is about to happen, and no real need to anyway. This has gone way beyond the point where it matters what Maisie thinks of you. She stands up and walks dutifully in your direction. As she does, she briefly preens her hair. It is a small and subconscious gesture, but one that excites you greatly. She has never done that for you before. She has never cared what you think of her appearance or felt self conscious around you. You have, however, watched many times with envy as she has done it around guys she considers cute. You don't kid yourself that you suddenly fall into that category to her, but something in your relationship is undeniably changing. At the very least, you are no longer a sexual nonentity to her.

You adjust yourself into a relaxed and comfortable position on your couch, and Maisie perches herself wordlessly on top of you. This is heaven. She shifts herself slightly, so the large bulge in your jeans isn't pushing directly into her back, then preens her hair a little again. You are not quite sure what it is you feel for this girl. Perhaps she is right that it can't be love, but it is surely something stronger than lust. You know you want her to be close to you all the time. You know you don't want any other man to ever be allowed to touch her. Surely those feelings mean more than the kind of base instincts you might have towards a sex worker.

"Are you wearing anything under your hoodie?" you ask as you stroke her hair fondly.

"A bra" she nods.

"Maisie, I need you to take you bra off" you speak softly but firmly.

"Yes Master"

Maisie has no way of doing this, in her current position, as neatly as she was able to remove her panties while standing up. She briefly lifts her hoodie as she places her arms under it and suddenly you see something you have only ever dreamed of. It is only a brief glimpse, but undeniable. Maisie's neatly shaved pussy is, just for a beautiful moment, exposed. You can now feel her bare buttocks resting on your lap. She had shielded them with the material of her hoodie before, but that has become lost as she shifts her body around. She doesn't even bother to correct it when she manages to pull her bra from her sleeve and toss it onto the floor in front of you both.

"That's good, Maisie"

You place your hand underneath her hoodie and stroke her back affectionately. She says nothing, perhaps accepting that no words will make any difference at this point. You both know the one item of clothing you are still allowing her to wear will be gone soon. But only you get to decide exactly when that moment will come.