We're spending a quite Fri night at home watching some TV, chilling on the couch and enjoying each other's company. We just got finished watching season finale of Dr Who and you're flipping channels seeing what else is on now. Not finding much else on you smile at me as you tell me that its playtime. I smile back at you thinking how much we both love our playtime and I tell you that sounds like a very good idea.
You take me by the hand and tell me to follow you, of course I do. You lead me down the hall and into the master suite. You stop to turn on the gas fireplace; you tell me to get up on the bed and lay face down and I obey you. I get up on the bed, lie down and spread my legs giving you a very good view of my ass and cunt from where you're standing.
I can't see behind me and I feel your hand on my ankle tying it to the post, you move over and tie my other ankle to the other post. I feel your hand touching my ankle and sliding up towards on my knee and continuing up way inner thigh, across my ass and then my back. Your touch gives me goose bumps and I shiver as your hand makes its way all the way up my body.
"I'm not going to tie your hands up this time but you have to promise me that you will be a good girl."
"Yes, Sir, I promise that I'll be a good girl."
"All comfy?" You ask.
I tell you that I am.
"Good."
You suddenly remember that you forgot to do something that needs to be taken care of right away; you tell me that you'll be back in a few minutes. So I'm lying there for awhile and I figure that I may as well relax feeling the warmth from the fire; my thoughts start to wander.
I start thinking about you and what you might do to me when you come back in the room. Well that, of course, starts to excite me and I feel myself beginning to get wet. I start to rub my cunt and clit against the bed a little, mmmm that feels good. I continue to do it some more but I know better than to cum without your permission.
I'm thinking this is really feeling good, when your voice interrupts my thoughts.
"And just what you do think you're doing?"
You obviously saw what I was doing when you walked into the room.
I start to apologize when you cut me off.
"You didn't cum did you? And if you did you're in so much trouble."
You don't sound happy either. I tell you that I'm sorry that I was thinking about you and got a little carried away but I promise that I didn't cum. I know better than that. You tell me that I still need to be punished for pleasuring myself without you telling me that I can.