Blindfolded and gagged, on all fours, you feel the constant pull of the collar on your neck as I walk you around the different rooms of our apartment. You can almost feel the full pressure of my stare taking up every centimeter of your bare skin, every movement, every jiggle, as you crawl like a dog across the floor, helpless, drooling and obedient. What will I do next? You don't know, you can't guess. Your back tingles with excitement as you run different scenarios on your head. I can barely contain my desire to take you right then and there, but we have a game to play, hmmm?
"On your back" - I yell as I yank your chain. Slightly choked, you stretch yourself over the cold floor tiles awaiting further instructions. They don't take long; "Play dead" - I command, and you know what to do. You raise your arms over your chest and your knees over your stomach. By the sound of my footsteps and the heavy breathing I am trying (and failing) to conceal, you can picture where I am and where I'm looking at. Your natural reaction doesn't take long; I watch intently a droplet of your juice sliding slowly and sensuously down your lips. You can feel it too, and we both share that timeless moment until it finally touches the floor.
You hear me move and rummage around the room. You keep playing dead as you wonder what will come next. Your crotch is burning, aching for contact, for human touch, for release. I lower myself down, with my face right between your legs, and behold the sight in front of me. My jagged breath caresses your bare pussy, moving closer. Closer. Closer. I watch your lips shudder, your hips raising to meet my mouth, and right then and there I suddenly pull away, almost reluctantly.
"You didn't think it would be this easy, did you? Put your knees on your chest and spread your legs". You do as commanded, feeling even more vulnerable, more humiliated. But you have no choice. You are not doing this because you want to, you are simply following my orders. This relaxes you; the feelings of shame are soon replaced by a rush of excitement. I grab your right hand and move it firmly towards your pussy. I do the same with your left. "Spread those too". I can see everything now. It's a work of art; framed by your thighs, calves and feet; and with your breasts and your face far away in the background I can see your beautiful lips, with the cute little knob on top and the dark, moist, pulsing tunnel at the bottom calling me like a siren's song with promises of Heaven.
