I'm laying here (half sitting, really), with a warm breeze passing through the apartment, and a cool fan helping it along. The long blue skirt buttons at my waist, but falls open. It's loosely wrapped about my legs, though it clings just a little in the heat, and moves gently under the caress of the wind.
The wind created by the fan cools the warm skin along my stomach, and sometimes, when it blows just right, it gives me goosebumps, and the skin around my belly button tightens just a little, and my breasts grow firm with a tingle.
The light is dim, and the soft scent of incense drifts in the air. I smile to myself as I feel the wind pushing my hair back from my face, and I imagine that it's the sweet caress of your hand along my cheek. I can close my eyes and imagine, and it brings you so close. Do you know what fiery thoughts you inspire me to? Would you like to know?....
... I must have dozed a little in the languid evening heat. Dimly I hear the door closing, as though from far away. You've come home. With a happy sigh, I roll onto my back, but drift again as I hear you move about in the other room. The chink of ice as you pour yourself a cold drink to ease the heat. The tap of computer keys as you leave me to doze. And I feel the tug of sleep even as my mind tells me to get up. I had been reading, and my book had fallen to the side. But the pull of sleep is too strong, and I succumb.
You get up, and peer into the dim room. You admire the shadowy figure of the half-dressed woman lying on the bed before you. "My woman," you think, with a smile. The skirt she wears has fallen open enough for you to realize that it's all she's wearing. You admire her breasts lying flat and beautiful. You take in the curve of her waist. you feel that familiar stirring deep in your abdomen. Your fingers itch to draw the curve of her hips. Your lips long to pull at her nipples - to feel them change and grow rigid in your mouth. Your tongue can almost taste her.
Should you disturb her sleep? Her face is so soft, in slumber. A slight smile on her lips. The worries of the day are gone. But you cannot resist. You know just what to do. But first, you must make sure she's really asleep.
"Mel...," you whisper softly, "are you awake?" She stirs a little and sighs, but does not answer. Her breathing is deep and regular. Perfect.
The bindings are already in place. I'm a little startled at that, I didn't know you'd put them there. Despite the quick surge of excitement in my stomach, I work to keep my breathing regular. The half-sleep that I'm caught in enhances my excitement, and my imagination. You gently take my right hand and bring it up to the corner of the bed. There, a leather shackle awaits, and you carefully trap my wrist so as not to wake me. But, it must be tight. I've escaped on you before, but this evening, that's not in the plan. Next, the left wrist, and my ankles. Still wearing the long blue skirt, I lay open and helpless before you, feigning sleep, feeling my heart pounding in my chest.
You bend close to my ear, and take my earlobe between your teeth, nibbling for a moment before whispering my name. "Mel," you whisper, "wake up." A small groan - the struggle between sleep and consciousness. "Mel," you whisper again as your fingers stroke my neck, sending shivers down my back, and making the breath catch in my throat, "time to wake up." My arms pull down, but are stopped. I gasp, a little, and open my eyes. About to speak, but you smile - that dangerous "I'm in the mood to play, and you're my toy" smile, and you put your hand over my mouth. "Shhh. Not a word. Just do what you're told like a good girl, and everything will be fine. Do you understand?" I nod. "Good." and you take your hand away.
"Now," you say as your fingers roam my body, sending shivers and chills that are only magnified by the excitement of what may follow, "we're going to play a little game. It's called 'pleasure for pain'." My heart skips a beat. This is a new one. Fear adds it's wispy tendrils to the caress of your fingers, and my eyes gaze into your face, and wait.
You hear the change in the woman's breathing as you name your game. You sense her fear, but know also her willingness. The combination excites you even more. This woman is entirely at your mercy, and soon you'll have her gasping and writhing beneath you. Soon you'll have her begging for more or crying "don't stop, please don't stop!" Soon, she will be willing to obey your every command for a taste of what your fingers and tongue can make her feel.
With the thought comes a nearly overwhelming urge to mount her right now, and plunge yourself deep inside her hot, moist, and oh-so-delicious depths. But you resist the urge. Instead, you begin to explain your game, and as you do, you feel her excitement build. You feel her begin to tremble beneath your touch.
"For every pleasure you receive," you explain, "you must accept a pain. The pain and the pleasure are my choices. You have no say. You are allowed only to feel. The greater the pleasure, the greater the pain. Do you understand?" I nod. "Do you accept these terms?" I hesitate, unable to read the expression on your face. Knowing that I can trust you, but sensing a certain ruthlessness in your gaze. How far will you go? Finally, I nod. "Say it out loud!" you command. And a whispered yes passes through my lips. "Louder." "Yes." I commit, as I realize that the pain you speak of includes the physical, but is by no means limited to it.
As your gentle hand caresses my cheek, and pushes the hair behind my ear, I sigh. But suddenly that gently hand reaches behind my head, and grasping my hair tightly, you roughly pull back my head. An involuntary gasp escapes my lips, and you smile, coldly. And you lean down towards my face, and with your lips so very close to mine, and my head still caught in your strong grip, you whisper "shall we begin?" I feel your breath on my lips, and I silently will you to lean a little closer so that I can feel the brush of your lips on mine. But you hover there a moment longer, and then move a little lower, to my neck, and I gasp again at the heat of your tongue on my throat.
Your tongue and your lips work their way around my throat, my neck, my ears. Each moment makes me yearn even more strongly for their silky touch. Each lick produces stronger shivers, and I lose track of the world around me. It feels like it will never end, and I forget my recently made promise and lose myself in the sweet and gentle caress of your mouth. But I don't forget for long. Just as a contented sigh escapes my lips I feel your teeth bite into an earlobe, and I gasp. This was no lover's nibble, and though I fully understand what of myself I've committed to you, the fear comes flooding back. I know we've just begun.
You watch her body relax as you patiently heighten her senses. First you watch the tension in her face disappear. A smile starts to play on her lips. Her shoulders let go, and she starts to move her head to allow you easy access to her neck. Her skin is smooth under your tongue, and you continue your sucking caresses until her breathing starts to speed up, and suddenly you hear a low moan, and you know you've made her ready to begin. You smile with satisfaction as she gasps with the sudden sting of your teeth. You smile partly because that small gasp sends shivers through you, but also because you know what is to come.
"With every pleasure, comes a pain," you remind her. Her response is a small whimper, but she keeps her eyes closed, and waits. "Open your eyes." She looks into your face. In her gaze you see devotion, and pleading. Already. Another shiver goes through you. She seems so naive. It will be a pleasure to train her to your will.
As I look into your eyes, you lift your hand and slowly - agonizingly slowly - draw your fingers from my elbow, down my bound arm, along the side of my breast (pausing there, because you know that drives me wild), and down along my waist. And I ache for those fingers to keep moving down, to touch me. God, I could cum right now. But I know that it's wishful thinking, and the look in your eyes confirms it. Instead your fingers trail up my flat stomach and cup my breast. Squeezing gently, but gradually increasing the pressure, harder and harder. My breath becomes ragged, but I hold your gaze. My lips part and I groan, but you do not ease the pressure. Instead your other hand reaches towards my other breast, and you take my nipple between your fingers. You start gently, rolling it back and forth until it becomes rigid in under your touch. Then you squeeze more tightly, and more tightly still.