I'm blindfolded and can hear you doing something in the other room - some rustling. Some shuffling around - is that a bag you've opened? I discreetly test my bonds. They're tight. My hands tied carefully to my knees - I could feel you slowly tying them. Meticulous as always. Checking to make sure they didn't hurt me or cut off circulation. Then tying rope around each ankle, again, slowly, carefully so I wouldn't feel pain from the bondage you've added to me. I try and move my ankles - just a bit, I don't really want to escape, just want to know. Know if I could... I can't. That part had been a little more rough. Forceful. You grabbed my ankle and spread it as far as you could - then tied it off to something to the side and behind - forcing my leg to spread open. Then came back for the other one.
I can still hear you in the distance - are you actually getting something? Or just making me wait, hands tied to my knees, pussy and ass spread to you - immobilized, unable to see and completely at your mercy. Leaving me here to worry and overthink what you've planned for this little encounter.
I can hear your steps coming closer - my pussy clenches at the sound. Then...nothing. Complete silence.
The silence stretches - I try to stay still. To listen. Where are you? What are you doing? My pussy is clenching in anticipation - already wet. It's been soaking since you first slipped the blindfold over my eyes. Ages ago at this point. Or merely a moment ago? Time has slowed to an almost stop. Have I been here five minutes or five hours?
My body jumps, or at least attempts to jump, when you brush a finger over my clit - the lightest of touches but it sends my body into overdrive. I try and push my pussy up - up towards you and your touch but I. Still. Cant. Move. You chuckle - a soft, low chuckle, barely a whisper. Then brush my clit again. Feather light, barely there. Electricity spreads from my clit to the rest of my body. I can almost hear my moan - pleeease. I can hear you ask 'please what?' but words have failed me already. I'm putty in your hands and you know it.
"Please touch your little clity? Please make you cum? Please what, slut?" I groan - I want all that. And more, your cock - you fingers, your mouth - everything please. "Please touch your pussy, sire. Pleaase." i can barely get the words out - but you heard them.
Next thing I know your finger is circling my little clittly, oh so softly. Then slightly harder, and then harder - then your fingers slipping into your soaking wet pussy.
I'm begging you to cum. I can feel it building - slowly but with force. Please sire, please I need to cum. Please let your little slut cum... No. no. no. no. Not yet slut. You keep saying no... I can barely hold on and I stopped thinking forever ago. My world has boiled down to you. You touching my clit. Your presence standing over me - saying no. Don't cum...I'm begging over and over and over. Please - I'm so close. Please let me cum... and again and again -No. Then I feel it - my orgasm is so close to the surface I can't stop it - "Please sire, I'm going to cum... PLEASE"
THWACK.
THWACK.
THWACK.
I scream. My orgasm stopped - ruined by your hand coming down directly on my clit. I can feel my pussy get hotter, and even more blood rush to it. My breath is coming in short pants now - sweat pouring. My whole body is on fire. My mind is alternating between wanting to beg for you to go back to playing with my pussy and begging for you to stop. My pussy is on fire. It's still on the edge of orgasm, but can feel the tingle and heat from where you slapped it.
