You looked so unbelievably beautiful lying there. I sometimes think the female body was designed to be on it's back... And it's arms were meant to be handcuffed to opposite bedposts on a queen sized bed. And it's feet were meant to be tied with complex knots to the posts at the foot of the bed. I smiled.
But how could I perform with you staring at me like that? A blindfold took care of that... of course, now you don't know where I'm going to come from...
I warned you, at dinner with our friends, that
you'd get yours
. You giggled and kept rubbing my crotch under the table. I turned a bit redfaced, and I think it got some attention. I whispered in your ear again, "You're just making it worse on yourself..." You gave me a playful squeeze, and finally slowly slid your hand away. I shot you an evil smirk, knowing what was in store for you that night.
...so there you were, blindfolded, naked, tied spread eagle before me my king-sized bed. I sat down in a chair next to the bed and sipped my drink. Two or three minutes past as I sat in silence. You eventually whimpered, "Master?" then later, "Master, are you there?" Had I quietly left the room? You were in the dark, struggling.
I smiled quietly as you began to struggle, thinking I had left you. You began to tug at the steel cuffs that kept you still, but did little more than frustrate yourself. I picked up a piece of ice from my glass and pressed it gently against your skin, between your breasts. Your gasp was priceless.
The ice worked its way around your body, leaving a trail of melted water and sweat. I slowly circled in on your left nipple, getting slowly closer and closer, then backing off just as it barely touched one. Then the other nipple, slowly in, then backing off. I teased your nipples like this until there was nothing left of the ice cube.
The next ice cube started around your belly button, and moved its way up to your breast again, teasing, tickling. I climbed on top of you straddling, holding the ice in one hand and stroking your hair with the other. The ice zeroed in on your nipple,
slowly
getting closer... then without warning, I pressed it against your sensitive flesh, smiling broadly as you squeaked from the abrupt coldness. I pressed it there for five seconds or so, freezing your nipple, then removed it and lowered my hot mouth to it, sucking on it gently, warming it with my lips and tongue.
I licked up and down your gorgeous body, lapping up the cool water which had collected there from the melted ice cube.
"But wait," I whispered, "This is supposed to be
punishment...!
" Without warning, hot candle wax splashed down onto your breast, making you squeal and struggle, breathing rapidly. My cock rested on your belly, throbbing as you moaned. More candlewax fell on your breasts, agony at first, a dull warm glow left behind as it rapidly cooled.
I slid up your body, my cock resting on your chin. You obediently opened your mouth and I slid my cock in, allowing you to work on it with your tongue. Your lips closed around my aching shaft and began to work up and down.
More candlewax fell on your breasts and belly, causing you to shriek and bite down lightly on my cock.
"Ouch!"
I yelled. I quickly pulled out, smacked you lightly across the cheek, and put down the candle.
"
Bad
girl..." I said, picking up a hairbrush and laying it on your right inner thigh. You bit your lip in anticipation as I delivered three or four sharp spanks to your thigh, leaving a reddish pink mark behind. You moaned softly as I did the same to the other thigh. I then alternated, giving one light
whack
to each thigh, each spank making you jump.
I rested the hairbrush against your pussy, and you, anticipating a strike there, moaned, begging, "Please, nooo...."
"No what, slave?"
"Please don't spank my pussy!" you whined.
"No,
master
was what I was looking for," I replied, smiling. I lifted up the brush and flipped it over, letting the bristles rest against your pussy. You gasped. I rubbed up and down very slowly, giggling as you groaned. Two fingers walked up your leg, testing your wetness and spreading it all over your lips.
SMACK
went the brush against your pussy, once. Your whole body jumped back, (well, as much as it could) and I giggled. I spanked your pussy five or six more times, lightly, once per second, but enough to make you jump in pain.
My fingers worked your clit, massaging you slowly and softly. You tried to grind against my fingers and I moved away, smiling and giggling at your desperation.
For ten minutes, I teased you, getting you
s l o w l y
closer to cumming... After ten minutes, you were ready.
"Please let me cum, master," you begged, voice high and desperate.
"Maybe," I said, driving you maddeningly close with my fingers. "Tell me before you do, so I can decide whether or not to let you." I lowered my head to your steaming pussy and ran the tip of my tongue over your lips, letting it brush against your clit.
My tongue did quick little circles on your clit, making you moan loudly. I sucked your juices into my mouth, then slid my tongue in as deep as I could. I tongue fucked you, wiggling my tongue up and down as I slid my head back and forward, slowly.
"I'm gonna cum, master!" you moaned, and I pulled back, stopping all together. You screamed and I laughed out loud.
Part Two
..."I'm gonna cum, master!" you moaned, and I pulled back, stopping all together. You screamed and I laughed out loud.
I let you cool down a bit, and then moved back in, flicking your clit with my tongue. My hands reached up and massaged your breasts and I pushed my face deep into your pussy.
