I've been writing you letters for days, waiting for some sort of response. Every time I sit down to create a new scenario for you, I wonder what must be going through your head each time you read. I've written about so many things already. The things I want to do to you; the things I want you to do to me. I've written about sucking your cock and having you make me swallow your cum; I've written about you periodically stopping to pinch or twist my nipples over a so many days, commanding me not to cum until you tell me to. I've told you my deepest secret; my fantasy of becoming a submissive; of having you control my every sexual move. I've been writing for weeks and still nothing. I am beginning to wonder if this offers any sort of pleasure for you or if my efforts to let you in on my hidden desires is pointless.
I step into the steaming shower, thinking about all of this and simultaneously creating my next piece in my head. I snag the shampoo of the window sill, and mindlessly go to the task of washing my wavy brunette hair. Still mentally composing and fantasizing, I rinse and condition. It's mandatory, the conditioner. My hair is long enough and has just enough body to get tangled easily. I massage my scalp, imagining it's your hands in my hair, grasping at the root while you shove me down onto your dick, choking me with it's length. I smile at the idea. I decide to shave and putting an extra dollop of conditioner in my hand, I coat my pussy with the slimy goo to make the coarse fuzz a little softer and easier for the razor to get through.
You're sleeping in the bedroom, having worked all night and exhausted. It's late morning in mid-winter and there's a draft coming in through the window in the shower. My nipples are stiff, perked up and crinkled from both cold and arousal. I pick up the razor and start to soak it. The aloe strip is such an ingenius invention! While the hot water beats down, I lather myself thoroughly and rinse. I then sit on one of the narrow corners of the bathtub and spread my legs. Carefully, I start to cut away the stubble around my lips, deep between my legs. I always leave my mound covered. After years of experimenting with shaving, I've discovered that for some reason, the skin right over my pubic bone is most sensitive and prone to razor rash and irritation. As long as my lips are smooth, my clitoris peeking out and sensitive to everything that comes into contact with my body, I don't care.
Thinking about the notes I've left and what to put in the next one while the back side of the razor brushes against my cunt is making me wet. I decide to do the job quickly so I can play with my pussy for a few minutes before I run out of hot water. Rinse, scrape, rinse scrape. It's a tedious chore, but well worth it once I'm done. I feel around to make sure there's no stubble left and then grab my trimming scissors to clean up what's left of my bush. Now... finally, my entire cunt on fire, I find some relief, rubbing my clitoris and pulling the outer lips wide open. Gently, I stroke myself with my right hand, my left holding me open and wanting.
I move my left hand up to my tits and start to tweak my nipples, getting them harder, feeling the pulse from my own pinching and twisting down into my clit. I want to cum... I stroke faster... suddenly, I notice that the water has chilled and is rapidly turning frigid. Add that to the wintry cold leaking in around the window and I'm starting to shiver. I decide that I need to stop, my pussy aching to be filled and for release. I smile at my frustration, and wish it had been you that had brought me to the brink, just to leave me standing, waiting, wanting, craving.
I stand up and turn the water off, my teeth chattering. Definitely time to get out! I grab one towel and wrap my hair in a turban and wrap the other snugly around my body, my hard nipples grazing the material and sending zings of sensation down my body. I moan softly. I finish my routine, brushing my teeth carefully, body spray, deodorant and all other things that women do to look and smell good.
I walk softly to the bedroom, where the lights are out but daylight streams in around the shades. I decide to snuggle with you while you sleep. I remove the towel from around my body and lay down next to you, cuddling from behind in a spoon fashion. I make sure my hair is away from you as it's still damp and the chill of it might wake you. My god I want you. I don't want to get too close; my hard nipples grazing your back might clue you in. Despite everything, I'm actually pretty shy when it comes to sex. My eyelids flutter and suddenly I'm dozing off, my pussy still throbbing and wet.
I'm dreaming about something and moan. God, it feels so good... I can feel my nipples being lightly chewed on and suddenly, my cunt is on fire. I wake up slowly, not wanting to disturb my dream but needing to know why I was so ridiculously horny. I knew I dozed off aroused, but this was more.. much more. My cunt was burning up, a sopping, gaping hole that felt would consume me if it didn't get filled.
I moved to rub my eyes and realized... my hands were tied! I'd had ropes attached to the bed frame for eons. They were put there more as a hopeful than having actually gotten any use. Tight against my wrists, the hooks rubbed a little. And I couldn't move my arms at all. At the same time, I realized I couldn't move my head much because yours was right there, sucking, biting and licking my tits. I moaned again and tried to move my legs to wrap them around your waist, to signal that I wanted you inside me. Shit! They were bound too! All of a sudden, my cunt exploded into a tornado of heat and desire -- I wanted to cum right then! I knew I wouldn't.. I don't orgasm that easily. I could feel my juice flowing down the crack of my ass and soaking the sheets. You look up at me...
"Good morning baby.. surprise."
First of all, it's not morning and second of all, surprise is an understatement.
"Well, good morning to you too... Uhmm.. when did this happen?" My words catch on the last syllable as you pinch both my nipples and rotate them between your finger and thumb. "Oh my god... " I mumble... and close my eyes to revel in the sensations coursing through me.
"Open your eyes. I want to watch you." With some difficulty, I force my heavy lids open and look at him, my pussy throbbing even harder. You smile at me sweetly and then suddenly, your gaze gets intense and almost hard. I don't see that look very often... and usually, it's when you're being really guarded or angry. My body sizzles, wondering what you're going to do to me.
"You're not allowed to cum until I tell you. Do you understand?"
I nod.
"No, dear.. during this, you call me Master."
I choke on my groan.. "Yes Master.". Fuck I want you in me. But I know that that's probably not going to happen any time soon, considering all the things I wrote about bound, teased and forced into begging submission.
"Good."
You kiss your way down my body, down my left leg and up my right. You stop at my inner thighs and lick at the crack when leg meets groin. I grunt softly and then you put your hands on either side of my pussy and start to massage it, pushing my lips into my clit and pulling them out again, creating a natural friction between my legs. I try to jerk my legs up and can't. My pussy is almost gushing cunt-juice now.
While you massage,, you stick your tongue straight into my hole and I sigh with relief. At least, for a moment. It's stiff and warm and wet, and I want to push down on it and fuck your tongue. Damn these ropes! You don't move your tongue. It just stays there, teasing me with it's stiffness. I start to whimper a little, wanting more. My clitoris is so hard and ready, my hole needing to be filled and pumped until I scream. I'm about to scream from the lack of satisfaction. But you just keep on, teasing me with my own skin and your still, stiff tongue in my twat.
Finally, you stop and lick your way back up my torso, stopping at my nipples again. You put your body over mine and I can feel your cock. It's so damned hard. I try to shift to position the head against my cunt but you won't let me. Instead, you just chuckle...
"Isn't this what you wanted, dear?" you whisper against my tit, brushing your stubble against my too sensitive nipple, causing my back to arch and my throat to release a loud moan.
I'm trying to think about how to answer, but you keep tweaking, pinching, twisting and biting my nipples, grabbing the flesh of my tits and making the tips stand up even further, all the more sensitive.
"Yes Master", I finally stutter.
