"Mistress???" he whispers.
I sit quietly, in a chair I have placed beside the bed. Gazing upon him, I watch him struggle. He is stretched, spread eagle..bound to the bed, blindfolded, and shaking. Yes, I can see it. His body quivers in fear.
He has been bound and consumed in the darkness for several hours now. I grow wet watching him tense up, holding his breath, trying not to make a sound as he lifts his head slightly and tilts it to one side, straining to capture a sound to reassure him of my presence. I torture him with my silence.
Despite the coolness of the night air, tiny beads of sweat form upon his brow. I watch as his chest rises and falls. I can actually hear his heart pounding in his chest.
I smile softly. I find him such a pleasure. So willing, no, eager to obey me, to please me, and to bring me joy. I feel sorry for him at this moment. Almost.
He swallows hard.
I realize I have my hands balled up into fists. My nails digging into my palms. Opening them I examine the indentions, then place them on my lap as I continue to wait in silence.
He sniffs the air, trying to catch my scent.
He is beautiful laying there. Naked.
He groans.
I grow dizzy with desire. Suddenly aware that I am masturbating. My fingers deep inside my leather panties, as I sit here watching toy squirm. My legs thrown over the arms of the chair, my toes curl as my fingers work faster and faster. I cum to the sounds of him whimpering. Whimpering like a little lost puppy.
"Please Mistress, oh please, please....", he pleas softly.
He is now drenched in sweat. His fear and desire permeates the air, filling my nostrils with his scent.
Enough, I think to myself.
