Subject: Fantasies
You were warned before you arrived, that you would have no control over what was going to happen to you. I warned you it would be painful, and asked you not to enter my realm unless you were ready. You arrived in the early evening. I was dressed in my leather skirt, slit up the side and my black lace bustier with my breasts bared. You brought the chilled white wine and I introduced you to my ladies. They are all hand picked for their beauty and their obedience and you were kissed then warned by each one. Yet you chose to stay. My foolish, foolish love...
My ladies undressed you, you were already excited. I let you kiss my breasts, suckle them because you know how that gives me such satisfaction. Suck, I demand, suckle like a child that wants milk. I have none but love the remembering of the feeling of fullness.
Stop now, I am wet and want to watch my ladies play with you. I let you watch, while my special one goes to her knees before me and raises my skirt. I enjoy this one because I have trained her to suck on my clit in such a manner, that it arouses me faster than anyone has done. I watch my ladies while they play...I want you erect...but you are not to come. I come over to you and lower myself on your cock, I will ride you until I am satisfied - but you DO NOT COME! until you are told or this adventure is finished and I will send you home because you are not worthy of me.
You were tied up on the table, now I blindfold you myself. I kiss you gently and ask you one last time if you wish to leave. You groan, "No, mistress, please I want to stay."
I have temporarily satisfied myself and watched my women satisfy themselves on your cock. It is red and angry looking however you have been extremely well-behaved and not cum yet. I signal my ladies to have at you with mouths and fingers, you groan - please mistress - you cannot see us - you can only feel that hands, the mouths, the soft breasts rubbing against your chest. The fingers sliding in and out of your anus, I agree, yes but I'm not done with you yet. As the women complete their temporary assignment, you let out a low moan. They clean you up with their tongues. Your legs are weak and you are forced to stand, turn around and lay over the table on your stomach. You are retied, more tightly this time. You are still blindfolded.
There is no sound in the room for a time and you rest, not long but long enough for it to seem very, very long and quiet. There is only the sound of your breathing.