I am standing there facing you. Nervous as hell. That glint in your eye truly isn't helping. Pulling a blindfold from out of nowhere, the last thing I see is your smile as you reach up and put it over my eyes.
Inhaling sharply, I stand there waiting. Feeling you near, I jump as your lips brush up against my ear
"Breathe." You whisper.
I had not realized I had been holding my breath until then and let it out slowly.
Soon I am being led forward. I hear a door opening and then I am being lead forward some more. Then suddenly I am standing alone, I hear the door close. You are walking around. I Hear other noises as well. Noises I can't quite make out as I stand there.
The silence but for those noises are getting to me. I feel your hand upon my wrist. I jump. Feeling your thumb rub a slow circle upon my skin. I start to relax. Then your hand is replaced by the feel of leather. I inhale sharply.
My arm gets pulled slowly out and then restrained there, out to my side. Your fingertips slowly run up from my restrained wrist to my shoulder, across my shoulder blade. Your body presses up behind me as your fingers keep slowly dancing their way down to my other wrist. You run your fingers down each one of my own.
Then I feel rope being slipped over that wrist. My arm pulled out and restrained as well.
"Having fun yet?"
You ask, making me jump a bit and my nipples harden.
"Unsure yet."
I reply as I lean back against you. Your arms wrap around me as You start undoing the buttons on my shirt. Fingers trailing over each new exposed patch of skin until my shirt buttons are completely undone.
Your hands ease my shirt off my shoulders. Leaving it hang from my restrained arms. More silence. Then a click and the sound of scissors opening. I feel the metal slide along my skin. The cut and then coolness of air as my bra gets released. *sluice, slide, snip.
My shirt falls fully away from my right side. *snip. I feel the shoulder strap of my bra fall away.
Then silence.
Nothing.
Nothing but the feel of leather and rope and the satin of what is left of my shirt and bra hanging from my arm, and my skirt.
A whimper escapes from my lips. And one word. "Please."
Your lips against my ear.
"Please what?"
"Please untie me?"
"Please make a noise?"
"Please touch you?"
"Please stop?"
"Tell me, what that please was for."
Said softly with warm breath against my neck.
My mind has become numb Yet it is racing at the same time. I am completely shocked by what bursts forth from my lips.
"Don't stop!"
Did I just say don't st...? Low growling laughter confirms my fears. Oh shit. I did say don't stop. I feel you in front of me. Your laughter grips me as you wrap your arms around me. Kissing the tip of my nose, You say.
"As you wish, baby doll. As you wish." I moan a bit as I love the way you smell.
I feel you reaching down and up under my skirt, cupping my pussy in your hand. You say, "This is mine isn't it?"
I inhale sharply and nod. You then say, "Who owns this?" Your hand starts to slowly rub over my pussy. I moan that it was yours.
You walk away again. Leaving me in silence. I feel the scissors again. Going up my thigh. My hip.
Cutting my skirt off. It hits the floor in a swoosh. Your breath hot against my ear.
I feel your hand going to my breast. You caress it gently. My knees try to buckle but the straps hold me tight.
You start rubbing my nipple between your fingers. Gauging my reaction. I whimper.
You start rubbing my other nipple. Alternating between the two. I'm moaning and whimpering. Feeling my wetness seep between my thighs
You begin rubbing between my pussy lips gently for a moment. Then, You Stop...
I feel your finger at my lips. You tell me to suck. I moan and open my mouth and suck my juices off your finger.
Your lips upon my nipple. Sucking. I cry out. You switch. Sucking my other nipple and then you stop. I moan.
"Is my pussy wet?"
I whimper in response. You blow on the wetness of my nipples. Causing goosebumps to erupt all over my craving body. You ask me your question again.
"Is my pussy wet?"
I squeak out, "Yes Sir!"
