You've been gone for more then a month, Master. I don't know how much longer I can take not having you here with me. You ordered me, as per usual, to not climax without your permission, and no touching your property unless you have explicitly commanded me to do so. So, now I wait for your return, aroused and slightly lost without you.
I had a dream last night, Master, that I was undressing for you, but I woke up before we could get any farther. There is nothing more I'd like then to strip for you right now, to slowly reveal every luscious inch of your property. I'd remove my sweatshirt first – I wore it on purpose today to remember that no one but you has the right to see the secrets of my body. After taking that off, I'd strip off the tank top underneath, slowly exposing my stomach and strapless white lace bra. I'd stand there in my bra and jeans for a moment, letting you stare, feeling your gaze set me on fire.
Next I'd remove my jeans, shimmying out of the tight denim, and folding them and putting them to the side. Now, left only in matching white lace lingerie, I'd stand in position, legs spread about three feet apart, hands clasped behind my neck, chest out proudly, eyes demurely looking downward but sneaking constant glances at you. You'd stand and walk slowly around me, taking in every aspect of my appearance, and watching my nipples harden slightly and my skin begin to tremble under your possessive stare.
You reach suddenly and unclasp my bra, then go back to sit down again, having grazed my skin just barely with the tips of your fingers, just enough to make me yearn to arch into your touch, but I know to remain still until commanded otherwise. You sit calmly, looking unaffected by my presence, but I notice the hard length in your pants. You tell me to turn around, bend over, and remove the panties, then grab my ankles and hold position until told otherwise.
As I follow the instructions you've given me, I feel my arousal building, my pussy getting a bit wetter, and I bite my lip at the feeling of vulnerability that runs through me as I stand, so completely exposed. I hear you stand and come closer, then feel your fingers run lightly down my sides, so lightly that I wonder if you're really touching me. Goose bumps arise all over my body as I struggle to remain still under your caress.
Your fingers slowly move lower, testing the wetness of my pussy, your fingers gently running the length of its lips and teasingly running over my clit. I quiver even more, breathing heavily, trying so hard to remain composed at your inspection. Standing behind me, I hear your deep, firm voice tell me to stand, and as I do I press my behind gently into your cock, loving the feel of its hardness through the denim of your pants.
When I'm standing in front of you, you grab me suddenly drawing me close against you, moving one hand to my hip to hold me steady while your other hand slowly caresses my breasts, gently moving in circles around them, avoiding my straining nipples. Your tongue skims my ear, teasing it, arousing me endlessly and causing me to shudder helplessly in your arms, lost in the passion you've aroused in me. Just when I garner the nerve to break the silence and beg for a harder touch on my nipples, I feel your strong fingers grasp one firmly, twist it roughly and cause me to gasp in a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain.
My body is quivering in need, aching for more, unable to attain climax without a firmer touch. You command me suddenly to kneel, and give me a moment to regain some semblance of composure. You tell me to go to the bedroom and lay spread-eagle on the bed, face up, and await your presence. I try to gracefully rise, and move up the steps, keenly aware of your hot gaze on my ass as I climb the stairs to the bedroom.
Entering the room, I look fondly on the king sized four-poster bed, made up with black silk sheets and a red, sateen-covered down comforter. I wonder for a moment whether to strip the bed or lie atop the covers, and choose the latter, figuring after we play I'll want nothing more then to curl up in the comfy bed with your arms around me. As I await you, I feel my anticipation growing, wondering with rampant curiosity where you will choose to guide me this evening.
The first thing you do when you enter the room is tie me up, using nylon rope to firmly tie both ankles and wrists, restricting my movement to just a few wiggles. You then kiss me on the lips; just enough to make me want you even more. You kiss each eye and tie a black blindfold around my head. I feel you stroke my hair, reassuring me, in my world of darkness, and then you move away. After what seems like several minutes, I begin to wonder where you are, and then I feel your hand running up my left leg, leaving more goose bumps in its path.
You caress my nipples again, before roughly pinching each one, your fingers squeezing tighter and tighter until I cry out from the pain. Your fingers working as clamps, you kiss between my breasts, and tell me in your husky but firm voice "That's it, little one, surrender to my touch, don't stifle yourself. I want to hear your reaction to everything I do to you."
Just when my nipples start to feel numb, you release them, and I feel your lips enclose my right nipple. The hot wet velvet stroke of your tongue draws circles around my nipple, then your lips pull at it teasingly, your teeth nibbling lightly. I cannot help but try to fight my bonds, trying to arch up and somehow get more of this sweet pleasure you are giving me. You switch nipples, making sure to be fair in your treatment, and continue to alternate teasing touches, rough pinching, nibbling, and sucking for several minutes, so that I am shuddering nonstop, my pussy wet with desire.
