You are tied and blindfold. You cannot see, only hear... and feel.
You hear the creak of the door open and closing.
You hear the click of my heels as I walk towards you.
You feel my fingertip rubbing your lip, gently.
You feel my lips against your ear, your cheek, your neck and finally your lips.
You feel my stocking covered leg brush against your bare skin.
You feel me move but not too far.
You hear the rustle of clothing being removed and fall to the floor.
You hear the clicking of heels again, moving in a circle around you.
You can feel me appraising in, deciding what to do next.
Finally I stand behind you. You feel my hands gently rubbing your shoulders down your chest, to you belly, to part where you want me to touch you most.
You groan and I stop.
I have not given you permission to enjoy yourself.
You beg for forgiveness.
I order you to beg me to continue.
Well? Aren't you going to beg, my pet?
After you have begged like a good little pet, promising to keep quiet,
You feel my soft, warm hand wrap around your member.