You come over after a long week at work. The dogs are properly taken care of and you have the afternoon, evening and night for us. You come in the door and I greet you with a kiss and a glass of wine. I take your coat and you settle in to tell me about your day. Soft Latin guitar is playing on the stereo and I can see you actually starting to relax. I have taken the day off to do some shopping and get all the ingredients I need for tonight. I am making enchiladas verde with Spanish rice and grilled vegetable salad. After your glass of wine I take you into the bedroom and tell you to relax and slip into my house coat while I draw you a nice relaxing bath to help you relax - tonight is all about you. In the bathroom you find my pedestal tub, with candles and a bottle of chilled white wine.
The room is warm and comforting and the steam is starting to fog the mirror, you slip into the tub and I can hear an audible sigh through the door. I go about preparing dinner and whistling to the music. After about twenty minutes I stop and go into the bedroom and take the wrapped present from its hiding place and place it on the bed, before returning to the kitchen and pouring another glass of wine, with a smirk on my face. About ten minutes later you emerge from the bathroom flushed form the warmth, clearly relaxed and give me a kiss and whisper your thanks. I grab you in my arms, holding you close and kiss you at first gently but with greater passion. I feel intoxicated with your smell and the knowledge of what is to come. . . Diner, if I may be immodest, is lovely and you actually seem impressed.
I clear the table and suggest you relax in the living room. Instead you go into the bedroom and emerge a few minutes later wearing your present. It is a pink silk camisole and tap pant combination with a small housecoat ensemble - you look so beautiful. Your hair is dark and you have let it grow past your shoulders - I want to ravish you right then and there, but I resist the urge. You come to me, with a genuine smile on your face, kiss me and push me into the sofa, undo my trousers and thank me with a deliriously wonderful blow job, but I stop you as I'm about to cum - now is not the time. I stand you up, with my hands on your forearms, wrapped behind your back and ask if you are ready for dessert, you lower your eyes and say "yes."
I turn you in the direction of the bedroom, tell you to stand still and place a blindfold over your eyes and remove the tap pants. I guide you into the bedroom and lay you on your back and firmly tie your hands at your wrists and your forearms to your shins. You are laying on the bed, on your back, with your knees bent, legs spread and your eyes blindfolded. Your beautifully shaven pussy is damp with the petals slightly parted. This is a result of the blowjob you recently gave me coupled with the mixed excitement and nervousness of the evening. I gently run my finger between your inner petals and savour your musky aroma before licking my finger. I lean over you and kiss you on your lips before whispering in your ear that tonight is all about you. . .
I look at you longingly and smile as I see your beautiful nipples are already hardening with excitement, you breathing is slightly heavy and your mouth is parted and your lips moist. I gingerly run my fingers over your body, from your lips, down your neck, over your nipples, down your torso and waist and up your legs to your feet. Your hands and feet are tied together and both have recently been cared for. I smile at the care you show your hands and feet. I caress your left foot, partially massaging and partially tickling. I take your foot in both hands and bring your toes to my mouth. At first I lightly kiss your toes and the top and soul of your foot and then I run my tongue between your toes, up and around them. I am doing this with your big toe when I take it into my mouth and suckle it, lick it and savour it, much like you recently did with my cock. I run my tongue along your calf to the knee and follow your inner thigh to your ever wetting pussy lips.
I lift you and place a couple of pillows under your bum before laying you back down. Lying in front of your exposed and glistening pussy I delicately part your wet petals with my fingers and run my tongue up and down your opening. On the second up stroke my tongue suddenly hardens as it reaches your clit and you shudder. I reach out and caress your stomach. On the down stroke I go past the folds of your pussy and my tongue again hardens as my tongue reaches your pink rose. wet from saliva and your juices I take my time running my tongue over your rosebud, flicking it with the tip of my tongue and making it hard enough to slightly part it. My hands are kneading your bum cheeks as I do this - I feel your shudder again and I am pleased. I move my hands and position my tongue back on your hot pussy, so soft and delicate. As my tongue dances over your lips, I slip a finger into your bum and another into your pussy, letting them find each other while inside you. As my fingers move slightly inside you my lips take one of your petals into my mouth and then another, separately and suckle, and nibble on them.
My upper lip, while I'm doing this, is just barely touching your exposed clitoris. You are coming to your orgasm and instinctively close your legs to hold me in place. Removing my fingers, I push your legs apart and suck hard and earnestly on your clit, hearing you vocalize your orgasm. Once it has subsided, I get up, retrieving more rope and secure your wrists and ankles with the rope and then the rope to the bed. Your legs are now apart and you are unable to close them - you are blindfolded, highly aroused and completely exposed to me - the night is JUST beginning. . .
Settling back on the bed, I gently tilt your head to your left and place a tiny bit of pressure on your chin, you open your mouth accordingly and I place my semi-engorged cock on your lips. Without moving I watch and enjoy seeing you try and suck my deep into your mouth. You are frustrated by the fact that being bound you are unable to move and the fact that I am only close enough for you to take the head of my cock in your mouth - I almost explode with the earnest talent of your lips and tongue and pull out determined to continue my play. . .
Still kneeling by your head, I notice that your nipples are quite hard and poking the silk fabric up, I slide first one spaghetti strap and then the other off your shoulders and expose your beautiful breasts. I take first one and then the other in my hand and massage and caress them. I take your hardened nipples between thumb and forefinger and softly pinch and rub them, making them harder. You are completely immobilized and you feel my weight release form the bed, I have gotten up, but where have I gone. with what seems like ages you lie there, bound, wet, horny and growing more nervous by the second. Finally I return and caress your reddened cheek and run my fingers lazily over your chest and belly, you calm at my touch as a fussy infant would. I bend and kiss your lips, gently sucking your lower lip into my mouth and hold it there with gentle pressure from my lips. As I'm doing this I place an ice cube on your left nipple and let it sit there for close to a minute.
I can taste your sweet breathe as I hold your lip. Finally I remove the ice cube and your lip and hold the melting cube over your breast and watch your reaction to the cold water. Wit your right nipple I run a new cube around the base of your nipple in lazy circles and rejoice as it gets impossibly hard. I take the remainder of that cube and quickly place it deep in your hot pussy!!!!! I smile and laugh as you gasp at the coldness in your hottest of places . . . time for a little fun I tell you. Getting up again you hear a drawer open and my removing a few items. I come back to the bed and you can feel rope as I tie a massage machine to your right thigh, making sure that the vibrating head is positioned just at the base of your clit. I secure it firmly to your thigh with the rope. I turn it on to a low setting to judge the correct positioning by your response to the stimuli.
