I woke up sometime later to find that I had been rolled onto my stomach and tied spread-eagled. I was not loose enough to move around, but not so tight as to be uncomfortable. The plug was still in my ass and the blindfold was still in place.
As I started to stretch as much as my bonds would allow, he spoke, "Ah. So you finally wake. This may be pleasurable, but remember, you still are not allowed to cum."
Undoing my left ankle cuff, he picked up my leg, bending it at the knee. Beginning with my foot he slowly rubbed lotion into the bottom of my foot and slowly worked his way to my ankle and then up to my knee. Always rubbing slowly and soothingly, sometimes using a heavier stroke to work the muscle, and other times a soft one meant to barely skim the surface and tease.
Replacing the cuff he moved to my right leg and repeated his actions from the left. Once the lower half of my legs were liquid, he moved to the upper part being careful to go no higher than the curve between my ass and my leg, letting his fingers stray towards my pussy, but never getting close enough to touch. By the time he had completed both legs I was starting to feel less relaxed and more turned on.
Sliding a vibrator into my pussy, he turned it on lightly, letting me know he "didn't want me to get cold". He then moved to my back using the same long soft strokes. This time he included my ass rubbing and kneading it, making to every now and then to press against the plug that was still imbedded in it.
Moving to my arms he removed one cuff at a time, working my hands and arms much as he had my feet and legs before loosening all the cuffs and rolling me over.
By this time I was starting to feel like relaxed but tightly strung. While the massage was relaxing some muscles, others were in full arousal. My nipples were already hard and beginning for the attention he was denying them as he stroked and rubbed from my neck to my waist, always missing that all important area.
Finally I felt him take each one by the base and slowly knead it. Then, abandoning the left one he used both hands on the right, starting at the bottom and shaping it and molding it as if it were a piece of clay on a potter's wheel. Working it up and down, sometimes very softly and other times roughly, but never, ever coming close to the tight hard bud that once had been my nipple.