She had fallen asleep in a state of blissful contentment and a wonderful, dull aching all over her body from all the things her Master had decided to test her with for hours the night before. When she woke that feeling remained, but she sensed her environment had changed somehow. Naturally reaching out to give her body a good stretch, she realized she couldn't move. What had he roped her into while she dreamed? Her eyes attempted to open but she saw nothing but black. He had blindfolded her as well. She loved and feared his surprises.
Now she began noticing what her other senses were telling her. Re-testing her limbs she found he had very literally "roped" her into something. Her arms were bound outwards away from her body, tied under the bed. She tested the bonds lightly, then with a little more force and nothing. Not even an inch of wiggle room. He was so clever and this is why she adored him; while she slept she was much more pliable for tying down. There were more ropes around her ankles to tie them to her thighs, and then more knots around her knees to keep them out wide -- very wide. With the rest of her body stretched to its limits of course he had circled her breasts and her torso to squeeze them. The cool air danced all over her swelled-up breasts and the rest of her now rapidly heating body. She was awake enough now to realize he must be close by and watching how she reacted and she tried not to smile too much or squirm. She knew it would just tempt him to think of ways to use her pretty lips.
Now she was really awake. She lay slightly panting and waiting. It seemed like an eternity before she thought she heard movement to her left. Her breath stopped as she listened; straining to hard to catch any sound over her own now pounding heartbeat and lifting her head. She searched for anything through the darkness for some hint of what he was planning, but there was nothing. She sighed loudly and laid her head back down and in that moment forgot he must still be there watching somewhere, and that's what he had been waiting for.
She felt the softest tracing of fingers starting to lightly trail down from her shoulder and around the curve of her left breast and her gasp was almost a screech. How had he gotten so close? Had he always been right beside her? The fingers continued trailing down almost not even there. They reached achingly close to her sex, now rapidly becoming a hot wet heaven between her legs. Of course, he never even hinted that it tempted him, and she groaned with impatience as the fingers continued up her thigh to play with the ropes around her knee.
"Always so impatient, my little whore," She finally hear him speak.
His voice was just as deep, dark, and perfect as the rest of him and always knew exactly what to say. There was humor there but no hint of his own desires. That meant he had no intention of giving her any release any time soon.
His touch left her and she heard him walk a few steps. The lack of sensation was worse than the teasing and she longed for it, panting and grabbing a hold of the ropes that bound her wrists. When he returned, without any warning at all both her nipples were pinched hard. Her hold on the ropes got tighter and she cried out, realizing the pinching feeling was turning into an intense pressure that didn't leave. He had clamped them both. Fingers resumed their playing all around her breasts. Circling and squeezing and occasionally flicking the clamps to turn her moaning into gasps and winces. A few times he kissed them softly, knowing it would make her want those lips on her own.
One hand started trailing down her body and while he still pulled and twisted the clamps he began running his fingers along her inner thigh. First the left, then the right. She tried with all she had to try to lift her hips to where she wanted those fingers to be but he left her absolutely no room to budge. Her groans and sighs were just as much about her frustration as her pleasure.
Now he laughed at her never once stopping his little tortures, "If you keep trying to squirm I'll make you wait that much longer. Be still."
"Yes Sir," Her voice was breathy and compliant but definitely didn't hide her disagreement with his decision, but he loved making her wait almost as much as giving her a release.
