Somehow I've managed to restrain you to the bed; my always-in-control Sir completely at my mercy. I begged and pouted so prettily that you had to acquiesce. You do so love to make me happy and today I want to play on my terms.
Your arms and legs are connected to the bedposts by simple cuffs, I can't do any of those fancy things you can do with rope. I'll settle for velcro. So, here we are: you all trussed up like a present, with a face that says "I'm only doing this for you".
I kiss you lightly and with a huge grin say, "good boy!"
The glowering look on your face tells me I'll be made to suffer for this little endeavor later.
With a sly smile I slide my naked form down yours, putting my face at the level of your cock. You're already hard, despite your protests about how little you enjoy your restraints. I do love your cock, so thick and always so ragingly hard. It's a wonder you can ever think straight at all with so much blood being redirected. I kiss the tip ever so lightly. I want to hear you groan for me. I want you to anticipate what you know must be coming next.
I wrap my hand around it and run it up and down the smooth flesh. Your eyes are burning holes in me, still trying to Dom even from the bottom. I avoid meeting your gaze. I take the tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the head and tasting the delicious treat of your precum. You buck your hips. You want to force your way to the back of my throat; so accustomed to taking your pleasure on your terms. I sit down on your thighs, my light frame making it at least marginally more difficult to move. Lifting my head to meet your gaze I click my tongue disapprovingly.
"Uh-uh, Mister. This is MY treat."
The look on your face could make the bravest man cower in fear - it has certainly sent me cowering before - but I'm feeling brave today. We both know you could've pulled free of your restraints already, anyway. You're acquiescing the only way you know how. What a bratty sub you'd be!
I return to my minstrations and you manage to keep yourself still. I run my tongue over every inch of you, savoring the feel of smooth flesh and the lingering taste. I can't tease for long though... I want too badly to move on to the next stage of torment. While I know I could never make you the the quivering mess you so often make me, I have learned a thing or two about your body over the years. I take all of you into my mouth, pulling you to the back of my throat and choking back my gag reflex. What lovely music there is in the sounds you make as I bob my head up and down your shaft, each time taking you as deeply as I can. I've changed tactics. I'm going for speed rather than torment. I want you right at the edge. You're stiffening, moaning low in your throat, and soon I can feel you coming so close... Right at the very last second, I stop.
I meet your gaze and for a brief moment I catch the bewilderment on your face. I smile sweetly and shrug my shoulders before diving back in again. I bring you once again to the brink of orgasm and by now you know what's coming. You try to push up and hold yourself inside me, but I'm quick and you can't do much from where you are. This time when I meet your gaze the frustration on your face is evident.
"Naughty, naughty!" I wag a finger at you. "MY game. MY rules."
I turn, kneeling on either side of your chest and spreading my legs wide for your viewing pleasure. You watch as my pretty pink pussy goes from wet to soaked as I work you over with my mouth. By the time I've declined to let you cum a fourth time my jaw has begun to ache and the wetness of my lubrication has begun to drip down the inside of my thighs. I turn to face you with a self satisfied grin. You rattle the restraints menacingly. A threat: I will break these and take you now. I shake my head, pouting.
