You awake to the feel of soft silken cords twined comfortably tight around your wrists and ankles - binding you to the corners of my 4 poster bed. "No blind fold - I want you to see all of this..." Your sleep fuzzed eyes focus on an avenging 'angel' in full glory from the wild bed-tousled hair to the demonic twist of pouty pink lips. I sit on my knees between your wide spread legs admiring the view. From the 'impish' twinkle in my eyes you know I enjoy seeing you spread before me - a slave to my torture "You are in for it now Master."
With a voice gruff from sleep, "Release me slave ...you will pay dearly for this insolence." You try to make it a testy show of impatience but, I can hear the sexual excitement in your voice at being awaked from a solid state of sleep, finding yourself in this position. My brows arch as I straiten my back and raise higher on my knees. I lord over you, clad only in evil intent with candle light licking on the cunning curves. I deliberately swing my hand up in the air - watching your eye follow the brisk movement.
"I know you are wondering if I am going to repay the punishment you inflicted on me earlier - but trust me ...I have a torture all my own." This said in lazy drawl that only spikes your curiosity. Was that disappointment or relief I saw in your eyes? Maybe it was anticipation... I place the pads of my fingers on your skin - painting - making a masterpiece with the strokes of my digits. The tracings send you convulsing on the bed.
"You will cease this instant or there WILL be hell to pay later," you whisper through clenched teeth. Desire already seething violently below the depths of that haggard voice.
"Do be silent Master," a mellow purr "or I will have to gag you. Which would be a pity because you know what your sweet moans and taunting sexual word images do to me." Just to prove my point I straddle your bound leg and let my dampness trickle out and caress your skin. You must find this an amazing turn on, because squirming beneath me you respond..."Grrrrrrrrrrr LET...ME...UP,"short and nasty sounding then switching to a soft lure..."and I will give you what you want... you want cock - you always want cock - let me up and I will fuck you into submission."
I bite my bottom lip trying to resist that thirst inducing vision. "You're right - I do want that...But not yet. Now quite..." almost as an after thought - "Pleeeease." I stretch out over your body and place my finger on your lips to silence any more protests that might come tumbling from your sexy mouth. Oh but that sly tongue darts through your smiling lips to flick hot and wet against my finger. Stifling a moan I begin my assault on your body. Using the fleshy pad of my index finger I follow the alluring lines of your form. I try to memorize every liquid curve, every appealing patch of skin. Wanting to learn every contour to keep as an imprint in my mind to feed on at a latter date. You become warm malleable clay when I concentrate on your straining cock. Teasing you, fondling you, I make love to your burning silky flesh. I glide my cool knuckles over the delicate rough lose- skin texture of your testicles. I feel them retract and firm under my care. I am so addicted to touching you. When they pull up even tighter I chortle low and deep, feeling you shiver at my caress. You are moaning my name repeatedly now. "Dela, Dela, God I want you. I want to FUCK you. You want it too - I can feel you shake. Free me. Free me and I will take such good care of you."
