I hear footsteps enter the room from behind me. It's bare feet padding on the hardwood floors. I can only move a little bit since you tied me to the arms of the office chair with two scarves. You've gotten very good at tying the knots so that I am firmly bound, yet comfortable. I try to look behind me in the reflection of my computer screen, but I cannot see anything in its reflection but the closet door. My legs are bound to each other at the ankles with silk rope. I think I could wriggle out of it, but I decide not to try and fight it. I am alert, waiting for your actions.
I feel warm breath against the back of my neck and it gives me chills. You know how much I love that-feeling your warmth against my skin. It makes me know you are very close to me and it kills me that you are not touching me. I take a deep breath, appreciating the feeling. Then I feel your lips brush against my neck just below my right ear. Soft kisses work upward, and you nibble. I want to see you, and I try to turn my head to meet your kiss. But when I move, you pull away. I know that means I must stay still. So I take another deep breath and wait.
As I wait, I feel the moisture grow between my legs. There is anticipation that I cannot control. I am flushed and you have barely touched me. My heart is racing. It is beautiful agony as I think about the last time we fucked. I rode you on the couch after company left, still a little high from the red wine. I remember being in charge then, and I came all over your cock as I played with my clit. But there is nothing like this anticipation, the way you tease me and build me up until I can barely stand it.
Over the years you've helped me build a tolerance to your seduction. I used to beg for release after just a few minutes of your caresses. Now I can last almost an hour before the ache is too much. But today, I hope it won't be that long.
"Are you done waiting?" you ask sarcastically.
"I will wait for as long as you wish." I respond. A smile forms at the corners of my mouth. I have a feeling you don't want to wait. You had you eyes on my ass all morning long.
You push the chair away from the desk and occupy yourself with the keyboard, tapping and clicking. I grow frustrated. What on earth could you possibly be doing? I crane my neck to try to see around you, but your body is in the way.
I sigh audibly.
"Patience beautiful. Don't I always deliver?"
My mind wanders. I think back to last weekend when you left me tied to the bed. You walked out of the room and I could hear you digging through the closet. I was so frustrated. I thought you decided to stop with the play and clean the closet out or something! After several minutes (what felt like 20), you returned with a new vibrator. You hid it in the back of the closet for future use. It was a delicious surprise. You spent a long, slow time rubbing my clit with it, making me cum over and over again until I was light headed. My moans and screams delighted you and when we were done, we snuggled next to each other in bed. I remember falling asleep next to you, your heartbeat in my ear.
Finally, you turn around and look down at me, awaking me from my day dream. You check to make sure my restraints are firmly tied. You know how I can fight when I go crazy. You place your hand on my chin and pull my lips toward you.
"You turn me on just sitting there." You lean down, your lips meet mine and your tongue probes me again. Then your kisses move to my neck and shoulders again.
"Thank you sir," I respond breathlessly. "I am turned on by you."
"Well that's good. I enjoy turning you on."
You're wearing a loose pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt. I can see your cock creating a tent and imagine it in my hands. I remember its taste and I have to take another breath to calm myself.
"Sometimes I feel so selfish keeping you all to myself," you wonder as you tilt your head and look in my eyes. There is a passion there I have yet to see. "Perhaps today I should share."
When you step to the side, I see that you've activated the web cam and have logged into a live video session on fetlife. My heart races. I know there could be hundreds of people watching us right now. I am exposed, naked, and at your mercy. It makes me feel wild.
It is then that you step behind me to share me with the camera. You reach from behind to stroke my right breast, slowing at the nipple, pinching it between your fingers. Then both hands reach over to hold their heaviness and you begin kissing my neck.
You whisper in my ear, "Smile for the camera my dear." I take a deep breath and suck in my stomach. I arch my back just a bit, wanting to look as sexy as possible.
You walk around and kneel down in front of me now, and unstrap my legs from the chair bottom. You can see how wet I've become. My inner thighs are glistening with my juices. I feel warm as you run your fingertips down my thighs, and it takes pure strength to hold myself still. I want to melt into you, slide down the chair and wrap myself around you. But I do not. I remain still as you demand.
You look me in the eyes and say, "now open your legs and show me your wet pussy." I do as I am told, opening myself to you, exposing to you all of my desire. And I realize I am showing the internet my desire as well. It works me up even more. I know my pussy is sopping wet. I must be leaving a puddle on the chair.
You place your hands between my thighs and and run your thumbs up just brushing my wetness. Then you continue up to my hips and along my waist. Your strong hands pull me toward you and I lift my hips up toward you.
I'm looking down at you as your fingers begin to probe into my wet slit. Not only does it look delicious, it feels even better. I imagine how it looks to our viewers, your head between my legs, my face flush and gazing down at you.
My hips begin to move and I start pulling at the restraints. I want to touch you. I want to run my fingers through your hair. I want to scratch my nails down your back, but I cannot. Instead, I move my hips and pull at the restraints.
