You open your door to me stepping on to your porch, almost exactly as I did last time. Kickstart in hand, red t-shirt and sweats, duffel bag slung over my shoulder. I grin and give you a hug, slip off my shoes, and turn around.
This is my time.
"No beating around the bush this time. Your bedroom, please." I don't say it rudely or demandingly, just matter-of-factly. I can't make you do something if you don't want to. You just want to.
You shrug and walk up to your room. I ask you to put music on and put your lube on the table while I light the candle in a jar I brought with me. Then I lean against your bed, cock my head, and say, "Strip."
You react just like I did. Just slightly taken aback, you remove your socks, your shirt, and your belt and jeans. When I raise my eyebrows, your boxers come off too. I smile at you- you're not quite half hard.
That's alright, you'll get there.
I toss you a pair of black handcuffs the same way you threw my collar at me. "Those are yours," I smirk. I jerk my head at your bed, and you sit down, leaning against your headboard.
"Perfect," I whisper. "Behind your back or above your head? That's up to you."
You consider a moment and cross your wrists behind your back. I smile and fasten both cuffs around both wrists, and turn to consider the row of ties on the wall. "You like the pink one, yeah?" I ask you. You smile and nod. You've been wordless this entire time, even though I didn't stipulate it. I like it.
I pick up the pink tie and crawl over your bed to sit on top of you. I kiss your lips, your jaw, your neck, biting ever so slightly.
This is mine right now.
I draw back, and look at you. "Do you trust me?"
You say your first words of the night. "Unfortunately, yes, ma'am."
I grin and slip the tie around your eyes, tying it at the back of your head, and tugging it down so you can't see out from under it.
Then I slide off the bed and kiss you on the cheek. "I'll be back before the song's over," I tell you, but I turn up the volume so you don't 100% hear me going or coming.
So you jump a little bit when a few minutes later, my hand traces the inside of your thigh. You relax after a moment and open your legs a little farther for me. I smile to myself and run my fingertips all the way up your leg, under your balls, and I don't put them inside you, just tap over your ass, letting you know I know it's there. I continue up, over the bottom then then the top of your ballsack.
You feel a wet fingertip play up your shaft, and hiss lowly through your teeth when the drop of precum at the top of your cock is licked off.
Then the hand and tongue are taken away, and you feel nothing again.