Creamy lace is nestled over breasts, and between cheeks over dusky chocolate skin. Your velvety voice whispers seduction making me shiver where I stand. Your fingers twine into my curly locks, and caress my neck sweetly, softening my whimpers of wanting. Ropes gently wrap around my ankles and wrists making me feel safe, held close in darkness. So easily you have me helplessly entwined. Your gaze pierces through me watching me as the ropes tighten. My body temperature and heart rate ratchet, my thighs becoming coated with desire.
You reach out one finger and I quiver in anticipation. I internally beg for you to touch me where I want straining against my bindings. You don't because it is about what you want. And you want to show me that I belong to you, that I serve your purposes.
A fingernail lightly scratches along my spine causing me to shiver and then my eyes are covered with the softest of silks, heightening my senses. The front clasp of my bra springs open, freeing my breasts as the strapless garment falls. I cry out ,as an ice cube touches my nipple, making it stand straight up with sensitivity. I try to move back but I can't and it melts as you hold it against my hot skin moving it in slow lazy circles over and over. An icy river trickles down my stomach past my navel, as you switch nipples giving my other side the same treatment. The first drop reaches the top of my thong and my shiver makes you chuckle softly. You put the remainder of the ice cube into my panties directly over my clit. You kiss my lips and clit over the fabric of my panties and your warm mouth and tongue combined with the cold ice cube makes my breaths come out in pants and gasps. It is torturous.
My panties slide down my legs. You ravage my mouth with your tongue and lips, before gagging me with my own lacy underwear. You must have cut the sides to get them off. You tie something over it to keep it in place. My own taste soaks it entirely, and I almost go over the edge. My knees go week and I am thankful that I am being held up so comfortably. I want you to taste what I do so I need to be a good girl.
I feel leather draw lazily against my stomach. And then it I feel its sharp kiss on my ass. Hiss crack hisss crack is the sound it makes as you switch checks every few strokes. The tempo builds as the strokes become harder, crack crack crack. I loose count, I loose all sensation of time as my blood races in my veins, burning my skin as it rushes to the surface. You know how this affects me, as I try to move towards the strokes, wanting the pain for the release I so desperately need.
And suddenly, where are you? What do I do without you, bound and blindfolded my chest heaving and as my own river of nectar streams down my legs? Smack smack! You catch my breasts with your hands and grab my nipples as I recoil the full two inches I can move, pulling on my own nipples with your hands. I move closer to you to relieve the tension but you move back just as quickly, keeping my nipples taught. You twist adding to the delicious torture as my stream starts turning into a river.
Twisting and twisting like the knobs of an old television knob. I whimper into my gag and I am almost at tears when you let go. They spring back into their normal shape and the blood rushes in, bringing with it more sweet pain. Your hand grabs my hair and pulls my head back exposing my neck to you, moving me as you wish. You kiss and bite, lick and suckle my neck and face.
