You've got me tied down to the bed, naked and blindfolded with headphones on. I can't hear or see anything and my body is trembling with anticipation. You love the way my chest moves up and down with my excited breaths, and how I occasionally test the strength of my bounds. You tease me by running a finger all the way along the side of my body... then teasing my nipple until its erect. I'm already going crazy not knowing what will happen next.
You want to see how far you can take me without my sight or hearing, and you hit my cheek.. hard. I cry out by quiet down when I feel your gentle kisses on my burning cheek. I'm suddenly nervous and try to close my knees. You hit me again and tap on my knees, waiting for me to open them. I shakily spread my legs. You can see that I'm already wet. Your cock is hard and you absent-mindedly stroke it a few times, before bending over me and taking my nipple in your mouth. I groan in pleasure and arch my back, greedy for more of your touch.
You back away from my needy body and watch as I squirm in frustration. I just want to be fucked, but I love the anticipation. You walk over to your drawer and take out crop, giving it a swat onto your own hand, feeling completely dominant as you walk over to me... loving the way I'm straining to hear beyond the music in my ears for the slightest hint of what's going on around me. My whole body tenses as I feel the crop on my belly, and you run it up to my breasts where you make lazy circles. With a hard whack! you hit one of my erect nipples and I cry out. You hit the other and by now I'm desperately trying to move my arms to cover my stinging breasts.
I freeze again when I feel the crop running along my neck and then down my torso, heading towards my dripping pussy. You notice that I'm taking deeper breaths, expecting you to hit my pussy with the crop. I cry when you hit my sore breasts instead, and slap me across the cheek. You let me calm down and then put your hand over my pussy, reveling in its wetness, you start to play with it, sticking a finger in, and taking me toward the edge, but never letting me cum. I start to moan in frustration and you take your hand away, going towards the bedroom door and opening it. A man walks in. You called him ahead of time but didn't tell me. I'm waiting on the bed with my wet, needy pussy, struggling to keep my legs open and practically gyrating on the bed.