Steve stepped back to take in a lingering view of my bound body, a subtle smile on his lips as his eyes roamed my vulnerable, bound and naked body. I could almost feel his gaze physically touch me as he took in long black curls cascading over my pale shoulders, my full breasts and firm tight rather large nipples, my torso narrowing to my waist then curving out again in soft round womanly hips and my long legs leading down to my black high heels. With a husky breath, he exhaled, rubbed his chin thoughtfully as though contemplating how to begin a complex task.
His eyes returned to my face and locked on my eyes as he stepped forward. He placed the flat of his palm on my abdomen and slowly slid it down to my trimmed bush, letting one finger make soft contact with my clit. He began making slow circles, all the while watching my reactions, obviously enjoying the quickness of my breaths and my gasps of pleasure in his touch. I closed my eyes and tried to press my hips into his finger, the slowness of his circular motions perfect for arousing my senses but not enough to lead to release. I could feel a deep and desperate hunger for more starting to build inside me.
He sensed my need and stopped the circles, "Not yet, Alexis. You will not climax until I tell you that you may. Understood?" His voice was calm but his expression was deadly serious.
"Yes." I whispered breathlessly.
He smiled and calmly said, "Good girl."
He resumed the circles on my clit and I closed my eyes once again. Just at the sensations were building into arousal again, he removed his finger. Suddenly and with a sharp "CRACK", his hand made precise and agonizing contact with my clit with a sharp slap. I cried out and then moaned as he dipped his finger inside my wetness and resumed the circles yet again. He continued this for what seemed like hours. He calmly continued rubbing me, arousing me, bringing me closer and closer to climax each time. And each time I was on the edge, he would apply another sharp slap to my clit sending jolts of electric pain through me which delayed release yet again. I felt my head would explode from aching need for release. My clit was throbbing, pulsing and tight; my cunt was flowing hotly with my sex juices which had covered my folds. The scent of my sex filled the air around us and the only sounds were of his intermittent slaps and my moans, whimpers and gasps.
He said in a low growl, "Do you want to cum, Alexis?"
"Yes, oh god, yes! I NEED to cum!! Please!!!!" My voice emerged raspy, breathy and desperate.
He smiled. "Need? Already? What a greedy little slut you are, begging me already. Tell me what you need from me, Alexis."
I couldn't believe this was happening. Couldn't believe what I was saying to this man. "I need you to fuck me. I need your cock. PLEASE!!"
He smiled, "You are begging me for my cock? Begging me to fuck your dripping wet pussy?"
I whimpered, "Yes. Please."
He nodded and began undressing. His muscular chest and torso came into view, followed by his enormous cock and his powerful legs. He stepped up to me and placed the tip of his cock to my throbbing clit. I cried out and shuddered as I felt the heat and hardness of it. He slipped it slowly down so that just the tip entered my wetness. I heard him sigh and moan then he pulled out and rubbed my clit again with the head which seemed to be even larger now. He teased me like this for an agonizingly long period of time. I had never met a man with such self restraint. I felt I would almost cum from this sweet torture when he suddenly stopped. I screamed and tears of frustration filled my eyes, perspiration dotting my skin. I stared into his face and saw an instant of regret in his expression and then the curtain of control came down again.
He grinned wickedly as he spoke, "No, no, you are not ready for that yet. There is so much to reveal to you before we get to that particular pleasure, my hungry little whore."
As if on cue, the small door in the corner opened and a petite Asian woman emerged carrying a small satchel. He gestured to her and she bowed slightly and walked to me silently. She placed her satchel on the floor and removed a satin blindfold which she gently placed over my eyes, securing it tightly. I heard her reach into the bag again and then felt a sturdy collar around my neck and then connected to some sort of tether which seemed to be suspended from the ceiling. I heard the sound of a metal chain and then felt her standing before me again. Her slim fingers caressed my breast and then connected with my nipple, pinching it slightly and pulling it gently. The sensation was indescribably sensual and arousing.
Suddenly, searing electric pain shot through my nipple and I realized she had placed some sort of clamp on it. Panting, I tried to remain calm. I bit my lip and moaned as she tightly clamped the other nipple. The center of the chain was then attached to my neck collar. She rifled in the bag once more and I felt a rough rope around my waist, tied in front and the ends pulled down over my clit, under my body and then secured again to the "belt" of rope at the back. It was so tight and the rough fibers tickled and scratched my skin, my clit, my pussy lips, and my ass. I heard Steve chuckle and say "Arigato." They exchanged a few unintelligible sentences and then I heard the snap of latex gloves being placed on someone's hands and the squirt of something, I guessed from a bottle.
