I love to have you tie me up. Now I almost can't come without it. Whenever I'm playing under my sheets I need to feel your voice and your hands pinning me down. I need to feel you have me restrained and helpless. I don't know where that urge came from. Somewhere deep and primal inside me I guess. Some urgent, wet response you bring to life with your rich sexy voice and your power.
I wait for you in our room. I pull the sheer red body stocking on with slow deliberate movements, feeling the stretch of the lace over my breasts. I reach down and snap the fasteners shut over my pussy. Like that's going to stay shut once you are here! But I need it closed now for a slinky effect. I run my hands over my hips, smoothing the body stocking, checking it in the mirror. I see myself through your eyes. I imagine your voice, "My sexy baby," and I feel the wetness building inside me.
I smile and step into my red fuck-me shoes.
I feel your presence behind me before you even speak to me. Your breath on my neck, your murmur against your hair that makes me shiver. Your hands are so strong on me, pressing me hard against you. You only have to press behind me and I can feel my body start to open for you. My pussy lips peel back like the petals of a flower unfolding for you.
Your lips tickle my ear. "I'm so full of cum for you. Where do you want it today? Are you wet? Of course you are."
Your hand between my legs confirms what we both already know.
"The horse. I want the horse. Tie me?" It's almost a plea, like I am afraid you will deny me.
"You sure? Sure you want that?" You like to tease me, make me wait. "Want me to ride you baby? Ride you hot and hard? With my long hard cock in your pussy?"
"Please, please, oh please..." I never meant to be this yielding. I meant to tease back, really I did, but I melt before the power of your voice, your strength that makes me dissolve so completely.
You lift me easily onto the vaulting horse. My mouth feels the soft leather. I stretch my hands out for the straps as you fasten me. Firm but not too tight. You strap my legs wide apart to wooden legs of the horse. Your hand pauses thoughtfully over my red lace crotch.
"It opens. You can open it there." I can be really helpful. Really obvious.