When you open the door, I'm exactly where you left me an hour ago: hanging from the hook where you usually keep your jacket, my hands bound by a silk scarf.
"Hello, pet," you say to me. Your hand caresses my smooth face and my eyes search yours. I've been waiting for so long, and you know it.
You take your tie off, slowly, and wrap it around my eyes. "Can you see, pet?"
"No sir," I reply. The room, already dark with the lights off, is suddenly pitch black. I can't see. I dare not speak. I can only feel.
Your hands brush over my arms, my breasts, my stomach. My breath catches as you reach down, down, to my dripping wet pussy. Your finger rubs my clit in slow circles, and I moan.
"Good pet," you say. "Do you want more?"
"Yes sir," I whisper. "Oh, yes, sir."
Your fingers slide into my wet snatch and I moan again, thrusting myself onto you and wiggling back and forth. It's not enough. "Please..." I beg.
"Please what?" you ask, still moving your fingers inside of me. I can hear the amusement in your voice. You love making me beg, love having me in such a vulnerable position.
"Please...please fuck me," I say. My mind is racing, thinking of all the things you'll do to me if I ask. "I want to be your whore."
"Oh do you? Show me then," you say, and before I know it, you've lifted my bound hands off of the hook and dropped me onto the floor.
I struggle to my knees, my mouth already open and waiting. "Come and get it," you tell me, and I lean towards you, moving forward until I finally feel your thick cock in my mouth. You groan in pleasure as I take you in all the way, until you hit the back of my throat. I bob my head back and forth, back and forth, swirling my tongue around every inch of you. You push further into my mouth. I'm gagging, barely able to breathe...
And finally, you release me. I gasp for air as you lift me up and throw me on the bed.