I Dont Need You To Speak Pt 01

Lying there, you feel the cool breeze from the open window gently tickle your exposed skin, bringing goosebumps all across your body. You shiver and try to fidget, but the ropes at your wrists and ankles keep you right where you are, on your back, bound to our bed. You are naked, except for the blindfold over your eyes and, of course, the metal chastity cage locked tight around your manhood, a friend of ours we have been using for quite some time now.

You feel the bed shift beneath you as I crawl onto it, and without warning feel my lips lock around yours in a loving, passionate kiss as my fingertips run delicately along your chest and down your stomach.

"All tied up and waiting for me, hm?" I whisper once our soft lips part. "I could just let you stew here all day, you know?"

You merely nod in reply, biting your lip. I know you want to speak, but in so much anticipation you have lost your words.

"Don't worry, baby." I continue as you feel movement around you. I swing a leg over your head so my foot rests on either side of your face and I am facing the rest of your body. "I don't need you to speak tonight. After all," I pause, and meanwhile lower myself down, letting my large, round cheeks envelop your face as you disappear beneath me. "You might not get many chances to talk tonight."

As I settle myself on top of you I let out a contented sigh as I feel you trying, and failing, to breathe under my bottom. I used to be so sensitive about my weight, always having been a larger girl, but I do not mind it any more. In finding my dominant side several years ago I also found my self confidence, not to mention my ability to use my body to best effect in the bedroom. Besides, I never heard you complaining.....Not that you could right now.

I am broken from my thoughts by sounds of groaning and your fidgeting beneath me. I grin slightly, but we have done this enough times that I know you always try to get out early. I'm not about to go so easy on you this time. Only when groans turn to muffled yells and fidgets turn to thrashes do I lift myself up onto my knees and hear you gasp like a drowning man finally breaking the water's surface.

"Is someone having trouble already?" I ask in my most innocent voice. Your reply is merely a moan, but looking from the way your manhood is pressing tightly against the walls of its cage, I can tell you are not having the worst time. Besides, we have practised plenty of times with safewords and gestures.

"Deep breath, honey." I say, only giving you the briefest of moments to react before I am upon you again, your head buried between my large, soft cheeks as I pin you to the bed under me. By now you can feel the dampness between my legs dripping off onto your chin, but you know what happened last time when you presumed to use your tongue without my asking. That is something you know not to do anymore, to put it simply. I, however, am not bound by such a rule, and as I lean over to lay across your body, you feel a warmth around your manhood as I take the cage inside my mouth, running my tongue along its exterior so you get only the slightest of touches.

I hear and feel your moaning between my legs and decide I don't want to wait any longer. As much as I want to tease you, I need more for myself.

"Let me feel that tongue of yours." I say, shifting slightly to give you a better reach to my wetness and almost immediately feeling your eagerness as you begin working my clit. "Not even any teasing from you!" I exclaim, trying to sound composed but struggling as the pleasure comes out through my voice. I moan and, as the delight builds from your attention to my clit, I let out a moan and shut my eyes. It isn't long, though, before I feel the work of your tongue slowing down, and once again you begin struggling beneath me, no doubt wanting air. In response, I bring an open palm hard down between your legs to your exposed, blue balls.

"I'm almost there! Don't you dare stop now!"

And so you don't, and despite still wriggling and groaning worriedly beneath me - or perhaps partly because of such helplessness - your tongue soon sends me cascading into a blissful orgasm, my cries and moans seeming to echo around the bedroom.

I go limp atop you, my full weight pressing into your still struggling body. Though, knowing your desperation, I do move sideways slightly and lift my bottom to let you catch your first breath in what might have seemed an eternity. We lie there together, practically sixty-nining, for some time as you recover your breath and I recover my composure. Only after several minutes of our heavy panting do you feel my weight lift from your bound form.

"I will be back for you soon, sweetie." I say, adjusting the blindfold that had shifted under my arse. You had managed to get a glimpse of my naked curves, but I figure after that torture such a view would be a welcome treat. "I'm going to get a few things, then the focus will be all on you... Good or bad." Leaving it at that, I push off with a foot against your chest and stand up off the bed. You hear my footsteps receding as I walk out of the bedroom for the closet where we keep our... Lesser used toys.