He wakes me early with a cup of coffee pressed into my hands. A hint of creamer, but no sugar... Toast, eggs, bacon fill the pit of my stomach as we went through the normal waking up ritual. There might be some days I am required to pleasure him awake but he always communicates the preference.
With breakfast cleaned and cleared, he pulls me onto the couch. We cuddle briefly, talking in low voices over the previous night. But soon enough, he sends me to the sunroom with instructions to kneel on a pillow until he arrives. And he wants me in nothing but my skin.
I don't mind. My skin is my armor, my comfort and his pleasure.
Sometime in the early hours, he has moved the small, but sturdy wood table to the center of the sunroom. It faces the back of the property, spanning over the hiking trails and trees. Anyone out there could be looking in. I blush as I kneel quickly beside the doorway on my pillow and wait; happy to be out of sight, for now.
We never play in here. I wonder what he has planned, what devilish delight he will write into my body's memory.
Heavy footfalls warn of his approach; my eyes are shrouded in the blindfold. "Stand and follow." His hands steady me as I find my feet and carefully am brought to the table. At his word, I lay back on it. The sun warmed wood radiates heat up through my back and ass. Rough rope binds me spread open to its firm surface, squeezing and pressing tightly against my breasts and waist. He cuffs my limbs, one to each leg so that I am rendered immobile.
My mind protests. Someone will see, it argues as I take a breath and try to shut it out.
I can feel the sun shining on my body; though enclosed in the room I am acutely aware of the sounds of the surrounding forest. Every rustling of the branches, the whooshing of the wind and clean scent of the mountain.
"What a beautiful cunt... already dripping at the thought of others seeing her naked pussy."
His fingers stroke my outer lips like a tickle; I'm so focused on the sensation that I yelp as a clamp bites down on my nipple. He attaches the other a moment later. The pain washes together with the tingling at my lower lips to form a burning heat in my core. I squirm; he chuckles. The fingers spread the outer barrier to my flower, teasing out the bud and affixing the final clip there.
I whimper as the lightning shoots through my sensitive nub; he tugs the chain mercilessly until I am a mewling mass of need.
"Just imagine them seeing how wet you are, with legs spread wide for any cock that wants to ravish your holes... Seeing you for the little subslut you are as they fuck you in front of me. I see a gentlemen right now who is staring right at those naughty pussy lips. Maybe I should invite him in so that he can get a proper view," he whispers.
His finger traces lazy circles about my needy hole. "Or should I have his wife come play with you? Force you to lick her tits, worship her pussy, as she whips your cunt with the leather flogger."
The images he thrusts into my mind are intoxicating; I can't stop the arousal or the twitches which force me to beg for more. Something. Anything. I am simmering at a slower boil; my breasts ache as my pussy weeps. But as he whispers other scenarios in, I am shocked by vibrations through the clit clip.
Brief, sudden, intense, they turn that burn to a white hot inferno. And then nothing; silence, stillness.
Just as the heat starts to fade, he hits me with the vibe again until I am squirming incoherently against my bonds. Desperately I plead; not knowing whether to beg for more of the delicious agony or and end of the vibrations. But I can hear him set the vibrator aside; his steps exit the room.
I am left, bound on display like a mannequin in a sex shop window. How many people will see me like this? Will I know any of them?
He is gone for some time.
