First, we would have a snack, something light to keep your strength up. A little wine. And then I would lead you into the bedroom. There, you would dutifully undress for me. I would put on some leather cuffs on your wrists and attach them to a hook over the headboard. I'd kiss you on the forehead and then softly on the lips.
I'd stretch out your legs as far they could go and attach your ankles to bed with the cuffs on them. You lie there exposed to me. I stroke your leg from the ankle up to your hair. I graze you there, gently at first, then I test to see how wet you are. You gasp as my finger enters you and slides up inside easily. You are very wet.
I kiss you again, first on the lips, the neck, the just graze the breast. Now I put on a blindfold and secure it tightly. You start to say something, but I put a finger to your lips quieting you. You smell yourself on it. I slide my finger over your lips so that you can feel the wetness. It stays on your lips after I leave. You lick your lips.
I graze my fingers along you torso, carefully avoiding all the sensitive areas. You try to move into my hand, but the ropes prevent you. I place my hand on your stomach and enter you with two fingers. I bury them to the hilt quickly. My thumb begins to play with your clit - strumming, I call it. You begin to thrust onto my hand. I warn you to stop - and you try, but not hard enough. So I slap your breast lightly with just enough sting to surprise you.
Now I begin to slide in and out with my fingers and with my other hand play with your breast. I twirl the nipple and strum it as I play with you clit in rhythm. You start to move again and I warn you. You stop. You're still. You're excited. You don't know what will happen next.
I slide my fingers in and out again now that you've stopped moving. And as your breathing increases, I put a small sliver of ice in your cleavage. The sudden intake of air tells me I've made an impression on you.
I leave it there as it melts and runs down to your neck on one side and down you belly to where my hand meets you on the other. You're getting close now. I can feel the heat gather in your loins. the moisture in my hand. I pull on a nipple. It hurts a little, but joins the rest so easily now that you welcome it and more. So I hold your breast high into the air by your nipple. And as I move into you, it sways with the rhythm, pulls on your chest. You begin to like it with the rest. I twist the nipple and you gasp at the shock and pain but push against me trying for release. It is part of it now. The ice is gone, melted by your heat.
I slowly release you nipple and reach down to lick away the pain. soothe the hurt with my mouth. I suck on it like a vacuum. You feel it moving into my mouth and it connects with my hand as if they were a spit on which hung. A wire runs between my mouth and my hand as you climb even higher, but still don't find a release. I won't let you.
My fingers slide out and when they move back in there is something new.
It is my little finger sliding into your ass. It's soaked from your juices and slips inside easily. I curl the tip so that it makes contact with the fingers in your pussy. I ask if you feel this. You nod yes. I ask again. And in a shaky voice you whimper yes. I smile and massage your breast with my hand. It is still slippery from my mouth. It cools and your nipple grows more erect.
I slip my third finger into your ass now and wriggle both sets causing you to jump and moan. Oh yes, you're so close now. I can feel your pulse beat in the palm of my hand. It quickens as does your breathing.
I'm not going to let you cum just yet. Oh, no. That would be too easy. I want to keep you on the edge. So I slap your breasts. quick slaps, one on each breast, like you're calling a puppy by slapping the ground. In out, wriggle slap slap. This is the rhythm. In out wriggle slap slap. Your breasts grow rosy very fast and you cry out a little. but your hips move with me. sweat comes to your brow and you bite your lip. You want to cum so badly, don't you? Yes, you cry weakly.
What will you do, if I let you cum?
Anything you say.
But that is not good enough.
You strain at the bonds that hold you. You want to close your legs on my hand. Force it to move faster, harder into you. You try to push against the wall with your hands, but the are tied so you can't reach it. I slap your pussy because you're moving too much. The shock stops you. I'll stop all together if you're a bad girl. That will be worse than just not cumming. But I slow down, because I want to slow you down. I can smell your lovely perfume in the air and it has made me hard. I need something now. Or I will lose the control I have over you.
So I leave you. My hand slides from your grasp and my breath leaves your breast. And you cry out in protest. But you feel the bed move. You think you know what is coming next, but you are wrong. You feel my leg next to your breast and then the other next to the other. They slide up your body. Until they close about your arms and then vanish. You feel my breath on your pussy. And you smell me approach. It is a smell you're used to. A slight musk, heavy with arousal. It touches your cheek. It persists. And you try to capture it and do. It slides into your mouth as mine slides onto you. It invades like an aggressive teat seeking a baby inside your throat. And after an initial fear, you welcome it and suckle.
You've always liked the taste. A little salty, a little sweet tonight, from the garlic. Only a few drops, but more will come as it always does. You feel it grow even more in your mouth as you stroke it with your tongue. I on the other hand am feasting. I spread your lips. I hold them there, wide, exposed like a butterfly caught on a plate, with some medical tape. I pin your lips back against your thighs. and gently stroke your inner lips. It makes you suck harder. My hands shake because you are that good at what you only until recently didn't like to do.
But with you open to me, I can't but admire your beauty. The lips are engorged and red, your clit is a little nub that begs for attention and the moisture oozes out from some hidden well within. You glisten with need. I make it worse. With a forefinger I tickle the inner lips and brush the clit. you suck more. thinking if I cum I will lose it and make you cum. But I slap your hip in warning. You slow immediately and reconcile yourself to using me as a pacifier instead.
You can feel your juices now. The trickle down from your open hole into the crack of your ass. It makes it slippery there. It is also open from having been massaged before. It begs for attention, So I feed it a finger. Then a second. I slide it in and out smoothly and slowly at first, then with more energy. You feel my breath on your clit, first hot, then cool as the air dries it.
Now I put some force into my thrusts. And you begin to suck again in sympathy. Each time my hand moves into your ass it pushes your body, tugs on the tape, pulls on your lips and drives me further into your throat. This is the rhythm. PUSH tug pull deeper PUSH tug pull deeper. You like this don't you?
A weak MmmmHmmm comes from your throat.