I was nervous and excited. We had talked about doing this for a long time and now the time is here. I looked at myself in the mirror and wondered what you would think of it. I am dressed in a satiny pink corset that cradles the underside of my breasts and defines, somewhat, my waist. I turn from one side to the other to examine myself from other angles and a little huff of something - dismay or disappointment maybe - escapes. Taking a deep breath and reminding myself that you love me regardless of how I look, I make sure my hair is pulled up into the high ponytail you wanted me to wear and walk into your bedroom. You're not there yet, but I know it won't be much longer. The thought of your arrival brings a tingling sensation to my clit, like a small vibrator was pressed against it, and my own cream leaks down the inside of my thigh.
I walk over to your bed, trying not to notice the leather wrist and ankle cuffs hanging off the bedposts, and lie on my back in the middle of your bed. I reach behind me to turn down the light so it's casting a soft glow through the room. Dark enough to be tantalizing, but light enough to still see. I can't help but look to my right towards the table displaying the various toys you ordered me to prepare for tonight. Will you use them? Will it hurt? If it does hurt, will I be able to manage it?
A sound catches my attention, setting my heart racing and my clit to pulsing. My nipples harden and rise up above the corset, aching for your attention. I open my legs and position my arms, ready to be bound. I think I smelled you first, and that's how I knew you were there, because I expected you to be in the doorway just as you were when I turned my head. All sorts of emotions filled me at the sight of you and I opened my mouth to say something. You shook your head and I closed my mouth, wanting to please you more than anything else.
Dressed only in your army tee and black underwear, you walked over to the bed and knelt between my legs. One hand gently stroked up my leg, over my hip, and along my side as you stretched over me. I can feel the stiffness of your cock through the material of your underwear and my hips rise up a little in response. It's a movement I can't help, but it's also against the rules. That was your order: no moving. Either you didn't notice my error or you ignored it. Either way, your lips come down on mine.
I love kissing you! I always have. Your kiss lifts me off the bed and sends me flying. Each time your lips move across mine little streaks of lightning streak from my lips to all over my body - my nipples, my hands - all the way to my toes which curl in pleasure.
You lift your head and secure first one and then the other wrist cuff. I give a little tug with each wrist and know I'm bound securely. A little bit of fear runs down my back and I ask myself if I really want to do this, then your magical mouth finds my nipple and sucks it into the heat of your mouth. I want to moan because it feels so good but that would be breaking another of your rules: no sound. This is one rule I'm not sure I'll ever be able to keep!
You rise up and turn to cuff my ankles, giving my gaze access to your fine ass. I love your ass. I love its shape and size. I want to put my hands on it, to cup each cheek in a hand and run my hands over it, but you've trapped me. Maybe I made a sound, I don't know. But you turn your head and looked at me with a smile that seems to say you know what's going through my mind. I grin, thinking to myself that there is a word that fits...