With the collar secured around your neck, I clip on a rope to the metal loop at the front, and lead you to the centre of the tent. I tie the other end of the rope to a hook on the support pole, and kiss you gently. The length of the rope allows you to sit down, but you can't move more than four feet in any direction. I turn the collar round so that the rope is attached at the back, and tell you to sit.
"Yes Master," you whisper, sitting, then crossing your legs. I grab your hands, and place them in front of you, palms down on the floor, pulling them away so that your arms are stretched out as if you are praying to me. Your ass is lifted by the position, and I feel the yearning to claim my property once more. I kneel between your hands, and jiggle forward, lifting your head until I've positioned my massive cock under your face.
I wait, not saying a word.
"Please Master" You beg.
"No" I growl. "You haven't earned it yet." I stroke my shaft with long slow strokes, the tip of my cock less than an inch from your mouth. You are desperate to taste me, longing to feel that cock stretch your throat, but you hold back, knowing I would be displeased if you disobeyed me. The first dribble of precum appears, and you beg once more.
"Please Master, I need it."
"Yes kitten, you do. Not yet though. Soon. Maybe."
You let out a moan as you feel your pussy quivering. The want for me is overwhelming, and not being able to touch, or be touched, drives you insane. Your tight cleft pulses, as your clit starts to throb, you feel the wetness flow from you. I see the glistening of it slide down your legs, and tell you to sit back up.
As your face gets further from my cock, you groan. I tweak at your nipples, and you fidget on the floor, the hot sensation is spreading from between your legs across your whole body, and the slightest touch from me brings on a wave of orgasm you didn't expect. I smile, as I stand, unclip the rope from the pole, and wrap it around my hand. I allow you to stand, helping you by pulling up on the rope. The tightness around your neck catches your breath, and you gasp as your pussy starts to gush hot juices. The sensory deprivation followed by the smallest of touches intensifies every movement, and as I lead you to the pile of soft cushions and animal skins, your legs tremble, unable to cope with the situation.
I tell you to kneel.
"Yes Master," you say, your voice weak and stuttering, as you try to control yourself. Again I position my cock an inch from your mouth, the shiny swollen head pulsing in front of you.