The October Music: Second Verse - Day 2

Sexual Healing

“Just relax,” Lady Domina purred as she sat her client down in the soft leather chair, “This is meant to be fun and relaxing. No need to be nervous.”

She felt the client settle in and his shoulders drop a little. Good. She wanted him to be calm and comfortable. She walked behind him and gently caressed his face as she did, her long fingernails scraping against the stubble on his cheek. She saw him shiver a little in excitement. When she was behind him, she placed her hands over his shoulders and leaned down to whisper into his ear.

“I know you’re hurting. I know something inside you is broken and causing you pain. Let me take away that pain. Will you allow me to heal you?”

The client agreed and she pressed her lips to his cheek in gratitude. When she pulled away, a bright red lip-print was left on the skin, almost burned into his face. She took her hands and ran them down his chest. He was shaking a little now, nervous no doubt, and she could tell it had been far too long since anyone had touched him intimately. Poor guy, but good for her.

“I’m going to touch you now. Nod if that’s okay, yes?”

He nodded vigorously. Not a surprise. Inch by inch, she drew her hands lower and lower until she reached his belt. With expert skill, she unbuckled it and pulled the entire belt free, yanking it from his pants and tossing it across the room. The client laughed and she giggled as well. They always appreciated that flourish.

With one hand, she unbuttoned the top of his jeans and slowly drew the zipper down, exposing multicolored boxers. The client was breathing a little harder now, his chest moving up and down more rapidly. The anticipation always encouraged the most delightful little bodily reactions, she found. As she slid her hand underneath the boxers to reach the waiting heat, she nipped at his neck playfully and he groaned in pleasure. Her hand wrapped around him, and he moaned again, closing his eyes.

She had barely done anything, and he was already heading toward exploding. She couldn’t have that, so she gave him a squeeze that surely bordered on painful. Although that elicited another grunt, this time less of ecstasy, she was confident in it stopping the inevitable, so to speak.

“Easy, boy,” she growled in his ear, “I’m in control so I say when you get to release.”

He nodded again. Slowly, deliberately, she worked up and down, feeling his body twitch and wriggle as she did so. After a few minutes, she could tell he was ready. She told him with a hiss to let go and, as he did so, she felt her teeth sharpen into points before she sank them deep into his neck. She felt him start in surprise and confusion as the blood drained from his body in a rush of death.

A happy ending, indeed.