Restraint Is A Dish Best Served In Rope and Dominance.
Nothing is ever more pleasing then being welcomed with open arms when arriving at my Master's domain.
Especially when I'm on all fours, eyes fixed to the ground, his frame in front of me and looking up, begging to rise. On his command to do so Master pulls from behind him rope.
Beautiful, sensual and unbreakable rope.
My heart leaps but Master growls in my ear "If you want this treat you best put on your proper collar".
I thank him and Master secures my collar is in place, toying with me as he commands my clothes to strip from my skin as quickly as I had knelt to him upon my arrival.
In a flash my clothes were removed and Master begins to search my eyes as he always does, seeing me on the surface and worming himself into my very core, with that wicked glint I adore in his gaze, that spark that makes him so delicious to serve and be used as Master sees fit.
Enjoying the taste with the nod of approval and admiring my pose in the mirror, he pinches my nipples hard, immediately flooding my breasts with rampant desires as my body heats up and the cold licks my nipples.
I spot Master has begun to grow under his trousers and I enjoy the size growing, that and the longing of tasting his amazing muscle, to feel it writhe inside me, filling me with his pure dominance.
My mouth can't help but to ask if his special slut can have a taste and for once, oddly, he denies my request.
Seeing my crestfallen and hungry face he appears to teeter totter on changing his mind, yet not at all, Master's eyes spark ever more alight "You'll have to wait as I set you in the most perfect position, that's if you behave."
I plead I will but he carries on setting up what needs to be done and orders me to where he wants as he begins to slowly drape the ropes across my body, sometimes ever so gentle like a whisper and other times pulled so harsh it becomes a jolt to the system, like my entire fibre of myself is being given resuscitation yet all my breath leaves me and I'm fighting to gasp for more.
Sure enough goose bumps appear in all the places Master is tantalizingly setting up for our session.
Enjoying this moment is bliss, I'm already succumbing to the hold of the collar, the hold of Master's firm hand as he manoeuvres me like a puppet, never able to predict him, as he slaps my ass, plays with my clit, lifts a limb there and tastes my breasts, what he's going to do next.
One passionate kiss is all I get after he finishes off securing the ties, I'm laying on my back, but my head's upright, I have the best view in the house but I know Master would disagree, of course Master does in fact have the best view. My legs are bent and splayed apart, my breasts already engorging as they fill with the heat of my horniness, the ropes never allowing them rest to cool down.
My shaven pussy lips are wet as Master remarks and he can't help have a taste. Everything feels amazing, my body feels like it's on tenterhooks already but
Master knows me, knows how to keep me from ensuring he is ultimately pleasured first. His needs, fantasies and so forth are to always come first.
I can't help but be torn between swallowing his cum if I'm so lucky to have his cock to my lips, pounding my mouth till tears of the strain creep in the corners of my mouth or to have him fill my cunt while we explode together in ecstasy; but I know I'm impatient, already thinking too far ahead.
Master sees it in my eyes, I give a 'Sorry Master' smile as I still succumb to my position and he gives my pussy a smack.
I yelp, louder then we both expected.
I yelped not from the shock but from how already drenched my pussies made itself in eager anticipation of guiding Master's cock in, that the smack had caused spray. It didn't hurt but felt soo good, I yelped from panic that a small squirt had actually escaped.
My body's already begging for Master to drink me, taste me, use me, fuck me, to make me feel beautifully sore, for my skin to be red with streaks like a Tiger's fur bathed in a Sunset.
Even tied up I can't help myself, I'm not in control anymore, Master knows what he wants from my body, he's the Pied Piper playing his pipe and my spirit longs to force itself closer to him. To beg through my eyes, the lubrication lathering up between my thighs, to entice him in just as Master had planned to beg me too without uttering a word.
The yelp caused him some concern, as I feel we both forget what I'm like under full restraint, so close to the edge but can go on for hours, oh I could happily squirt right now, to drink him, to take him in me, if only I could pull him close, to wrap my tongue into his in another passionate kiss.
No?.. I think to myself.
This isn't the time to enjoy those types of kisses as he places the ball gag into my mouth.
