You follow me into a dimly lit room the objects on display causing you to stop and look around in wonder. On your left, stretching away from you was a row filing cabinets and on your right, you could make out a little sitting and kitchen area. Your brow wrinkled momentarily at the sight, but you soon forgot about it when you laid eyes on the table in the middle of the room.
To call the contraption something as mundane as a table was probably a slight to the manufacturer, but you could think of no other name for the object before her. Passing me, you took a few tentative steps towards it, then stopped short again to examine it from a safe distance.
"My pet project..." My voice murmured into your ear, made you jump, the low tone and underlying sexual tension sending shivers down your spine. "Go on, take a closer look," I invited.
You strolled to the table, your eyes riveted, as you tried to take it all in. The table itself was just about waist height and covered with deep red velvet padding. Instead of the conventional rectangular shape, the table was a giant 'X' At each point of the X, iron loops had been built in, and a variety of loops, some with straps and buckles attached adorned the sides of the table. The X was thicker in the middle, to give plenty of support to a person's torso when they were spread-eagled on it, even so, it was a blatantly sexual object and highly arousing. You could feel your stomach churning at all the possibilities the table represented, should one be bound and at its mercy.
As you rounded the bottom of the table, you noticed a variety of levers and looked questioningly at me. "Go on -- give one a turn," I suggest, with an amused smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. Grasping the biggest handle, you turned it and gasped when the bottom legs of the X began to move apart. As you reached for one of the other levers, I stopped you with a hand on your hand. "Leave the rest to the imagination, for now, my gorgeous Muse," I commanded.
Watching you out the corner of my eye, I decided I didn't want you too relaxed; I take you by the shoulders and slowly backed you up against the wall. Your senses went into overdrive as I towered over you, millimetres away from having my whole body pressed against yours.
"I want to see you strapped to my table, and watch your eyes as I do things to your body that you can only imagine. I want to hear what sounds you make when your body is saturated with glee and you're begging me to stop. Beautiful Muse," I murmured, lifting my hand and cupping your chin. "I feel I have been waiting an eternity for you."
With that, I lowered my head and touched my lips to yours. You opened your mouth to allow me to deepen the kiss. All your pent-up emotions and feelings came swirling out and you lean into me and kissed me back passionately, your hands coming up to frame my face. In answer, my hands dived into your hair and gripped. Pulling your head back, I plundered your mouth, then broke the kiss to race my lips over your throat, your eyes, your cheeks, leaving you breathless and moaning for more.
My eyes, when I broke away to gaze at you, were wild with passion. The depth of feeling and power in them caused you to tremble and you put up no fight when I reached around your shoulders for the zipper on your dress. I dragged it down slowly, tortuously, and nudging the straps off your shoulders, then leaned in to nibble at the exposed flesh there. Your eyes closed in pleasure as the dress pooled at your feet. I feast my eyes on the sight as you stand now in your simple black lace bra, matching panties and stilettos. I could see your nipples straining through the thin material and make out the outline of your beautiful pussy lips through her panties.
In a casual show of strength, I swept you up and crossing to the table sat you upon it, the height meaning you were almost eye to eye with me. Leaning forward, I again captured your mouth, softly, exploring your lips with my tongue, savouring the erotic the taste of you, and craving for more. I trailed one finger down from your neck and traced the skin just underneath the lacy edge of your bra. As my lips followed my finger, you leaned back on your hands, your head once again falling back in pleasure. When I swirl my tongue under the material and grazed your nipple, you let out a gasp. Reaching behind you, I unclasped your bra and removed it as slowly as I had the dress. As your breasts sprang free, your nipples hardened even more, as the cooler air washed over them and when I bent my head to suckle, your gasps turned to moans.
You could not believe the feelings coursing through you. I had only touched your breasts and already you were wet and aroused beyond belief. You had never felt your nipples this hard before, and the warm, wet, insisting tugging on them from my tongue and teeth was sending little jolts of electricity straight to your pussy. You fell back onto your elbows as my lips continued on a downward journey, raining kisses over your stomach until I reached the top edge of your panties.
At this, I looked up at you, leaning back, flushed, eyes dark with desire. I ran my finger from one side of your stomach to the other, just under the line of your panties, causing tingles to pop out on your skin and your breathing to quicken again. I smile knowingly and left your panties in place, continuing my downward exploration of your body. When my lips reached your feet, I knelt down, out of your line of sight, and you could feel my undoing the straps of your stilettos. When the first foot was free, I pressed my mouth to your arch, sending new and thrilling sensations through you. The second stiletto followed the first, and I slowly worked my way back up your legs, kissing your smooth calf, gently biting the tender inside of your thigh.
Straightening from my position, I hooked my fingers into the sides of your panties and gave a gentle tug. Unresisting, you lifted your hips slightly and allowed me to draw the panties down your legs, dropping them to the floor. You felt brazen and wanton, being completely naked while I was still fully clothed, but the passion was burning your blood too strong for you to care.
"Lie back my Muse," I say quietly.
You lean forward slightly, touched your lips to mine and lay back on the table. Power coursed through me, making me harder than I already was at the gorgeous sight of you.
Walking round to the top of the table, I took your left arm and stretched it over your head, along one arm of the 'X'. I then take one strap, adorning the sides of the table and stretched it over your wrist, tightening the buckle until there was no chance for you wriggling out. You flexed your fingers -- the strap wasn't uncomfortable, due to the padding on the underside, but there was no way you were eluding it. Your right arm received the same treatment, followed by both your ankles on the bottom half of the X.
I stood back and admired the woman spread-eagled on the table before me. Your full breasts were beautifully displayed because of your arms being confined above your head. Your nipples were still hard as rocks and pointing straight up in the air. I placed one last strap across your belly, tightening it so that your back could not arch off the table. I wanted you immobile, without the feeling of being fully restrained.
Moving to the bottom of the table, I grasped the largest lever and turned it so that the bottom legs of the X moved further apart. You gasped as you felt your legs part further and felt your pussy leaking juices as your most private parts were exposed to the colder air. I drink the sight in with my eyes. I longed to dive right into your pussy with my tongue, but I had learned the art of patience over many years and knew it heightened your pleasure and my own, too. Grazing one finger up your leg, torso and up to your breast, I walked up the length of the table and captured your mouth once again in a ravenous kiss. Breaking it off, I stare into your eyes from inches away.
"Darling, I promised no harm would come to you under my watch and this you may believe. I need to hear your moans and hear you beg and scream for release. And believe me -- you will be begging and screaming before this night is over. Now hold tight, as there are a couple of items I need to retrieve before we begin."
You lay helplessly as I walked away, out of your line of sight. The padded velvet was warm underneath your body, adding to the sensations that already swamped you. Your nipples were aching to be sucked and bitten again and you could feel your juices dripping down the inside of your thigh as cool air continued to swirl around your exposed pussy.
You could hear me moving about over at the kitchen area. Try as you might, she couldn't see what I was doing, as I have intended. I return to you, keeping the items I was carrying down low, and placed them, unseen to you, on a shelf on the underside of the table.
