I slip in quietly to the back of the large room, unseen and take a seat.
You take your place at the podium and begin your presentation to the members of the conference hall. Half way through your slides, you look up as you survey your captivated audience and I catch your eye, knowingly grinning at you.
You stammer slightly, flushed, your heart racing and your mind trying to grasp what the hell I was doing there. You quickly regain your thoughts at hand and try to continue your presentation, if somewhat now more rushed than you'd anticipated. As your speech draws to a close, I leave the room.
You answer the questions put to you by your audience and leave the stage. Hurriedly, yet trying to remain as casual as possible so as not to attract too much attention, you leave the hall in search of me, wondering where I've disappeared to.
"Mr Williamson," calls out the receptionist.
You walk over to her desk.
"A young woman insisted I gave you this as soon as your presentation was finished," replies the young receptionist as she hands you a package.
You thank her and a small grin emerges from her mouth. You double take a look at her, and brushing it off, you take the package to a seat in the large empty hallway.
You open the package, hands trembling with excitement and anticipation. Inside, you find a blindfold, soft leather wrist and ankle restraints, a room key and set of instructions.
You take out the key and put it in your pocket before reading the instructions:
•Go to room 786 at 5pm prompt
•Let yourself in and place the contents of the package on the bed
•Get undressed and take a shower
•Scrub everywhere thoroughly and shave
•I want you naked, on the bed, restraints and blindfold in place, turn lights off before you do so
•Wait for me to return
A grin spreads across your face and your cock hardens as you read your orders. You notice the P.T.O at the bottom of the page. You turn the paper over...
•P.S. under no circumstances are you to masturbate before I return!!!
Your face flushes at the thought of what's to come. You check your watch – 4.55pm.
"Shit almost 5pm," you curse to yourself.
You make your way to the lift and head to your destination. You turn the key in the door and enter the dark room. You do as instructed and lay the contents of the package on the bed. You get undressed and run the shower.
Your cock springs to attention as thoughts of me and what I may have in store for you run through your mind, but you try to contain your excitement. You enter the shower, the hot water tingling your skin, further enhancing your aroused state. You try to shake the thoughts from your mind and continue with the matter at hand...must get scrubbing. You lather yourself and grab the razor left out for you and carefully draw the blade over your skin, making sure not to miss a single hair.
You dry yourself off and pad over to the four-poster bed. You have no idea what time I'm going to arrive, so set about positioning yourself on the bed and fixing in place the blindfold and restraints, ready for my return.
You lay there, enveloped by darkness and silence, only the beating of your heart in your ears....waiting for what feels like an eternity.
In your excitement, you hadn't noticed the door to the adjoining room, where I've been watching your every move since you arrived via hidden cameras.
Smiling and satisfied that you have carried out my instructions well, I silently open the door and make my way towards the base of the bed, admiring your body splayed before me. You lift your head; sure you heard a noise, or maybe detect a slight fragrance in the air. I slide my way round the bed, not making a sound, my eyes drinking you in.
You adjust yourself in your restraints.
I lean over you and run my tongue across your lips and you jump, releasing a surprised gasp and grin. You begin to speak....
"Quiet," I reply in a low voice just inches from your ear, stopping you before the words escape your lips.
"I want to see how long I can tease you before you beg me to let you cum," I whisper teasingly.
"Fuck," barely audible, escapes your lips, your cock rising at the thought.
"If you're lucky," I reply.
I return to the base of the bed, and draw a fingernail up the sole of your foot. Your toes curl. I run another along the other sole and up the inside of your leg, your body shivering. I kneel between your legs and draw my nails across your inner thighs, up around your groin, avoiding your aching cock, my tongue tracing the route my fingernails have made. Moving alongside you, my tongue slowly licks round your navel, and up the centre of your beautifully ink imprinted chest.
You bite your lip, releasing a low groan. My nails dig hard into the flesh of your chest as I rake them down your torso, your body tensing and rising to meet them, small lines of blood emerging.
"Stick out your tongue," I request and you immediately oblige.
I lap up the blood and let it drip off my tongue onto yours, before leaning down and sucking it back off, my saliva mixing with yours and your blood. I continue to fuck your tongue with my mouth, just as I would your cock, which is aching from neglect. The tip of my tongue flickers slowly, deliberately over yours, my lips enclosing it, sucking gently, teeth slightly grazing it, your moans coming louder, wishing it was your cock in my mouth. My fingers tease at your nipples as I work on your tongue, pinching them between my fingers, lightly at first, then harder as your moaning indicates your pleasure. I release your tongue from my mouth and you lick your lips.
"I didn't tell you to put that away, I'm not finished with it yet," I demand. You rapidly extend your tongue from your mouth.
"That's better, now hold it there," I reply. You keep your tongue extended as ordered.
I remove the velvet cloth from a drawer and wrap it round your cock....the only attention it's had from me since I entered and I'm torturing it by wrapping it in the material you cannot bear to touch.
You let out a cry, "What the fuck is that!" I tie the velvet tight round your cock and balls.
"Please, please, take it off," you plead..."I can't bear it on my skin".
"SHUT THE FUCK UP," I exclaim..."You'll endure it for as long as I want!"
I crawl up the bed, push my thumb in your mouth, my finger under your chin and pull your mouth open.
"I told you I wasn't finished with this," as I pull your tongue out of your mouth.
"Sorry Ma'am," you stammer. Your skin shivers and crawls as the velvet constricts your cock and balls.
I straddle your chest and you feel the warmth of my pussy upon your skin. Your tongue still extended, I dip my finger into the Baileys and allow a single drop to dissolve onto its tip. You moan as the liquid stimulates your taste buds.
I position my cunt over your awaiting tongue, hovering as my scent fills your nostrils. Slowly, I pour the Baileys over my breasts and watch as it trickles over them, down my body, over my pubic mound, off my labia and drips onto your tongue, taking your mind off the discomfort of your velvet bound groin. You clench your fists in their restraints.
I lower my cunt onto your tongue and demand you to lick. Without hesitation you do so. You apply long lavishing licks from bottom to top, your piercing expertly stimulating my clit, the Baileys mixing with my juices as your tongue probes deeper inside me.
My hips rise and fall faster as I fuck your tongue, my moans increasing in volume indicate your progress. I push myself down on you, your tongue extending its full length into my pussy, sucking and tasting as the orgasm erupts throughout my body.
"Good...very good my pretty," I praise, as you lick my juices from your lips.
I remove the knife from the pillow under your head and unsheathe it; the sound so familiar to you, makes you gasp. Slowly, I run the tip of the blade down from your neck and across each nipple, careful not to apply too much pressure. You inhale deeply at the cold metal traces your skin, working its way further down your body, over your hip, the tip finally resting on your bound balls.
