Standing in the center of the room I finish slipping my skirt off - while you sit in the chair watching every move I make. I was now left with only a thong and my collar - which was a constant reminder of my submission to you. My hands are on my hips as I prepare to slide the thong off and reveal my freshly shaved mound to your eyes.
"No, stop," you tell me - "Come here."
I walk over to you in the chair - my breasts swaying with each step - to stand between your knees. At first you just sit there - not touching - just drinking in every inch of flesh with your eyes.
"Turn around," you command and I immediately obey.
At first I feel nothing but your eyes - taking in the sight of my ass - split by the black thong. Then - what I have been craving - I feel your hands on my body. I feel each of your hands cupping and squeezing the cheeks of my ass.
"This is all mine." you tell me - causing a shiver to run up my spine.
Your hands now travel up my back, then down over my hips and further down my legs reacquainting yourself with the feel of my skin. Slowly your hands travel up my inner thighs to feel the dampness of my thong covered center.
"I'm going to enjoy playing with you my slave," you tell me in a voice that I know expresses your excitement. Your hands grip my thong and begin to slide it off - to leave me in only my collar of possession.
"Turn around."
I turn to face you, showing you the excitement shining on my face.
"Put your leg up" you command as you pat the arm of the chair.
I raise my leg and put my foot on the arm opening my pussy to your gaze. For a moment you seem intent on gazing at my pussy and I know you are thinking of your ownership of me. Your arm drops down to the side of the chair and I realize you have a pile of leather and silk waiting ready for your use. I watch your hand come up holding an ankle restraint - which causes my pussy to clench deep inside. You slowly slide the restraint around my ankle and secure it. You then run your hand up my leg but stop short of my pussy - which is crying for your touch.
"Other leg," you command. I lower the leg that now has the thick band of leather and raise my other leg for the same treatment. Again - you slip the restraint onto my naked ankle and run your hand up my leg. To my joy you don't stop this time; I feel your fingers on my sex.
"Mmmm...is my slave excited already?" you ask although the answer is covering your fingers like liquid honey.
"Yes Master, your slave is very excited." I tell you.
Your fingers come up to your face as you now stand up in front of me. Your eyes close as you inhale the fragrance of my excitement. I too can smell the musky scent of my readiness for you.
"Taste," you tell me - bringing your fingers to my mouth and coating my lips.
My tongue flicks out and runs up your fingers. You can see in my eyes that I'm wishing it was your cock coated in my juice and not your fingers. Your other hand cups my cheek while I slowly draw your fingers into my hot mouth - making sure I get every drop of my excitement from them.
"Soon," you promise - answering the need you see in my face.
"Hold out your hands," you whisper in my ear causing more shivers to race up and down my body at the feel of your hot breath.
I hold my hands out - not sure just what you have planned. You hold out a long band of black silk. You begin to wind it around my wrists - securing my hands together - leaving a long length of silk dangling. Finally you hold up a blindfold and begin to slip it over my head. Before my sight is gone - you lean in and kiss my mouth making me want to grind up against you. My eyes close to enjoy the kiss and you gently slide the blindfold into place.
The kiss ends and I feel you leading me over to where I know the bed is. Your hands push down on my shoulders letting me know you want me to sit down. I sit on the edge of the bed and feel your hands once more on my ankles. Metal clinks and you draw my legs apart and I realize you are attaching the restraints to a spreader bar ensuring that my pussy is open to you at all times.
Gently, so that I'm not disorientated, you guide me back onto the bed and into position - lying on my back in the middle of the large bed. You raise my hands above my head and secure them with the silk to the headboard. I feel the bed move as you get off - leaving me lying there waiting for your pleasure. I imagine what I must look like - hands secured over my head - your collar gracing my neck. My breasts vulnerable for anything that pleases you. My thighs are spread and secured by the bar with me no longer able to close them or pull back.
"Lift your hips," you tell me and I feel you slide a towel under my hips to protect the bed from all the juice we know I'm going to give up to you.
"Now my slave," you tell me, "This is all mine - as it was meant to be; you have no control."
Again I feel my pussy clenching and I want to beg you to just fuck me. However, I don't want to end your game.
"Yes Master." I tell you, excited, yet slightly scared at the same time. I am not scared of you hurting me - but my flight or fight response has kicked in with my being bound and unable to get free. My ears strain for a clue about what you are doing. I can pick up the sound of clothing rustling;. I am hoping that you are getting undressed.. Once again I feel you move onto the bed.
"Kiss your Master," you tell me - while at the same time I feel the tip of your cock brushing my lips.
I can tell that you are very excited as I feel a drop of pre-cum wetting my lips. As I did with your fingers - my tongue comes out and tastes your essence. I lovingly kiss the head of your cock and then take the mushroom shaped head into my hot mouth. My tongue plays over it as I suck and you push it in further. I feel your whole cock slide into my mouth and to the back of my throat. My hands pull at the bindings wanting to be free to cup and stroke you.
