We've played with restrains before, but not like this.
Because this is a little special treat for myself, more than anything.
With determined hands, I strip you of your clothes. Not even so much as grazing any part of your body with a touch other than the purposeful removal of your clothes. After stripping you down, I sit you down on the chaise lounge.
Your arms get pulled back, wrapping around the backrest. I have a nice length of rope ready. Soft, luxuriously black velour. I tie your wrists together using a handcuff-knot, before looping the trailing ends around each of the legs of the chaise. I carefully check that I haven't cut of your circulation, and that the knots that withstand solid tugging without coming loose.
I take of my shirt, and move around to the front of the chaise again. With your arm tied back, your shoulders and neck become more defined, and your breasts gets pressed forward. A lovely sight to behold. I pause for a second, to take it in, before I move on. I grab one of your ankles, and drape your leg over the side. When your foot reaches the floor, I slip a loop of rope onto your foot, before sending then length of it underneath the chaise, and out on the other side. Then I loop the rope around your other foot, tightening it until the rope is taut and your feet might move an inch at best.
There we are. You are helpless and at my mercy. Still able to shift around a little perhaps, but you're most certainly not going anywhere.
I know you're full of anticipation by now. So I sit down for a little at the foot-end of the chaise. I start by letting my hand fall on your knee. The kneecap might possibly be one of the least erotic places of the human body, but still the touch of my hand makes you tense up a little.
Slowly I let it run over the top of your thigh, before I let it slip down the inside of your thigh, sliding over soft skin.
I stop a full four or five inches away from even being near your pussy, but still you bite your lip a little, a small sigh of air escaping from your nose.
How high are your anticipations for what is to come?
I chuckle quietly to myself, before I stand up. You will need to pace yourself for what's at hand. Can't have you worked up like this from the get go.
And still I have no plans of relenting just yet.
I could have blindfolded you, but I rather like the next idea I've thought up instead.
I pull the footstool up, half a meter in front of the chaise. Directly in front of you. Then I pull down my pants and boxers, letting my half-hard cock flop out, before sitting down to pull them of my feet along with socks. I lean back against the bookshelf behind me, the wood and the spines of the books cold against my skin and look at you, sitting there naked and tied up in front of me.
Slowly I let my right hand wrap itself around my cock, and start gently squeezing and tugging at it, feeling it hardening in my hand.
I look at you, but your eyes are locked at my hand and my cock.
I smile, while I wriggle my shoulders, leaning back comfortably, stroking my own cock. I spread my legs a little, and let my left hand cup my balls in the palm of my hand, playing with them.
Slowly I stroke my balls, while simultaneously letting my hand keep slipping up and down the shaft of my cock.
You seem almost hypnotized, while your tongue unconsciously lick your lips hungrily.
With your legs tied apart and spread, I can see how your pussy is already moist. I definitely have a plan to utilize that, and quite soon. But first I need to have the edge taken off of me, so that I can give you the treatment you want without getting too eager and ending it too soon.
So I stand up, hand still stroking at my cock, and walk the couple of paces over to you. Standing at the side of the chaise lounge, I arch my hips forward, so that the tip of my cock is just within reach of your mouth. I make sure that you just manage to wrap your lips around the head of my cock, and nothing more.
You try your best to suck, and to let your tongue play over me. Whenever you try to wriggle your upper body so that you get better access to my cock, I pull my hips away, so just the tip of it remains inside of your mouth, until you get the idea.
When you finally start behaving and play nice, I can give you a bit more of what you want.
I start moving my hips back and forth a little. You quickly catch on, and start moving your head in pace. At a delightfully slow pace, I start fucking your mouth ever so gently.
Lovely, soft, wet and warm, your mouth slides over the head of my cock, and up and down the upper shaft of my cock.
After enjoying myself for a little while, I put a hand on your cheek, guiding your head away from my cock. Instead, I straddle over the chaise lounge, stepping on the frame of it. Holding my cock up against my stomach, I use my other hand to once again gently steer your head, guiding it until your mouth is at my balls. I let your tongue play freely for a little while, feeling so goddamn good, before I start steering you again, guiding your mouth until it rests at the oh-so-sensitive patch of skin right the very bottom of my balls. I moan deeply as your tongue starts gently playing over it all, press my body closer to you, wrap my hand around your neck, and keep you just in place to keep teasing exactly that spot. I let my hand stroke my cock while you lick me, bringing myself closer to the edge.
When I feel I'm getting close, I pull away just far enough to get my cock down into your mouth. I keep stroking the shaft of it myself, while your tongue plays over the head of it. As my breath grows more and more clipped, and as I stroke my cock more feverishly, I tell you to suck on the head, and to keep sucking. It doesn't take long before warm cum splashes into your mouth.
I grunt as my knees give out a little, my cock slipping out of your mouth, trailing a bit of sperm that ends up on your chin. My cock still pumping out a little bit more that ends up dripping on your breasts.
I smile as I look down on the mess I've created. I wipe your chin with my finger, and let you lick it clean.
Now that that has been taken care of, I can get to the second phase.
I start by pulling out a dildo. Nice black little silicone thing, just to match the ropes you're tied up with. The buzz is low and soft as I turn it on, leaving it at the lowest setting. Your pussy is soaking wet, letting it slip into you with ease. Your ghasp is quite sharp as it is driven deep into your pussy.
I spend a bit of time fucking you gently with the toy, listening to you moan, watching how the juices from your pussy makes it glisten. I take care to leave your clit completely untouched for now, just for the hell of it. It is just the inside of your pussy that will get any treatment at the moment. And then comes the part I have been looking forward to. Three quick presses of the button at the end shifts the dildo from a nice, even buzz, to a rhythmic pulsing mode. I then jam it up to the heaviest vibrating it is capable of, before I push it deep into you.
I leave it, paying close attention to whether it starts slipping out or not. It seems to stay more or less in place inside of you, although your hips are already buckling a little. I stand up, and go over to the footstool again, sitting down, watching you. The dildo left stuck up inside of your pussy, pulsating madly. Not even touching you at the moment, just watching. I can see pleasure wash across your face as the rhythmic buzzing toy plunged into your pussy does it's work. You squirm a little, arch your back, I can see from your shoulders working that you're tugging against the ropes binding your wrists. Your ghasps grow more intense, shorter, closer together.
Once again my cock is hardening from the sight and the sound of your pleasure. The dildo slips a little inside you, possibly from your squirming. That just makes it strike a new spot for now, and new waves of pleasure wash across your face.
You moan, you bite your lips, you lay your head back, you close your eyes. But that's really all you can do. A little more squirming makes the dildo shift again, slipping a bit more, so I have to get up, walk over, and shove it into you again, before I go back to my footstool again.
I can't help but start stroking my cock a little again as I watch you, tied up and with an angry little buzzing toy rhythmically massaging the depths of your pussy.
"Look at me!" I say. You struggle a bit, but manage to get your head up, and to focus on me.
"Look at my eyes!" I say as your gaze slips down to my cock again.
You obey, but concentrating seems hard. Your eyes are half glazed over, and you're biting your lip, emitting a soft little whine almost.
I smile, lick my lips, enjoying the sight. You are begin driven towards the edge, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. I can hear your breath growing shorter and shorter. I know that any second now, there will be a sharp inhale, and a pause.