I was all dressed up for just for you. Wearing the red body with the black lace on it that you bought me and I also had on my shiny black patent shoes with the 4 inch heels. My favourites.
We were upstairs in the bedroom and you were sat on the bed and looked up at me expectant and excited. Your eyes shined brightly and lips were moist in anticipation. I leaned over your lap placing my palms flat on the dark blue bed cover and pushed up on to my tip toes and you sighed with arousal, your already stiff cock poked up into my stomach. I felt you undo the fastenings in crotch of the body, and peel the material up off my backside - the coldness of the room an unpleasant surprise. You began slowly. Rubbing and massaging my thighs, pushed them apart just enough to tease the flesh, moved your fingers slowly up to just flick my already sodden lips. And then you spanked me, palm flat on arse, quite hard, making me jump - no easy beginning today but a sudden breathtaking slap followed by another, and then the sound of your satisfied purr in your throat at my reaction. I relaxed again, the initial smarting pain subsided.
Then it was back to you rubbing and caressing my lower body. Thighs, backside, down to my knees and the oh so tender skin behind them making me flinch ever so slightly as you fingers passed over. Then you slid your hands back up and with a well practised touch pushed a finger from your left hand inside me to rub my G-spot - and all the time you're were still touching my body, skin on skin, over and over. My eyes were closed now. The sensations began to overwhelm. Hand on skin, finger in pussy, you shifted your position and lifted me lightly and nuzzled my still damp hair.
I know you can feel me as I tighten and stopped playing to spank me again 3 or 4 times on each cheek, quickly and evenly with a practised stroke. Then before I'd caught my breath you went back to caressing me both inside and out.
You kept on with this for what seemed like ages, teasing me and not allowing me to come. Every time I got close you'd stop. Then spank, then caress once more. I began to silently curse you. Every time I got a little tighter, a little harder, a little more desperate for that dramatic release that I craved. I heard myself whimper. I don't DO whimpering, but yet there I was under your hands squirming, handfuls of bedclothes knotted between my fingers, mentally rechristening you a dozen times over.
I reached down to bring myself off and you said 'No' and gave up your exquisite torture and firmly lifted my arms up, shoving me unceremoniously across the bed to cuff me. I didn't fight you even though my body was screaming for orgasm. I knew it would cum. You'd let me...eventually. So I submitted.
You buckled me neatly into my cuffs, face down β arse up, constraining just my arms leaving my legs loose and free to be spread at your pleasure. And this you did. Pushing them wide apart and burying your face into my pussy sucking up my juices. I arched and bit the pillow as you flicked and sucked my clit with your tongue. It's a sad old clichΓ© but involuntary and I simply couldn't help myself.