I take my time, working my way down the left side of your body. A few lashes to your chest. Your brows furrow. Lashes down your right leg, followed by lashes to your buttock. Jaws clench. I can tell you're fighting the urge to run, protect yourself, anything to dull the pain. I work my way back forward, dangerously close to your cock, now bobbing lightly with your undeniable arousal.
I graze the head of your penis with the ends of the cat. "Tsk, tsk. Such a naughty boy."
"Mmphh!" You shake your head back and forth. You try uselessly to turn away and protect yourself. Your arms strain uselessly against your bonds. This just makes me want you more. You should know that. A light flick to your penis brings a sharp intake of air. You freeze.
"No complaints, hon. This is all about me. Isn't it?" You hesitate, thinking, weighing your options. You decide to hold what little ground you can, and refuse to respond.
I smile. I raise a heel and rest it on your hip, right above your thigh. I dig in just enough. You wince and shift in your bonds. I reach two fingers under my thong, damp from my own arousal. I can't help but reach in, moving gently across the lips before push deeper. I give my clitoris a quick flick on the way out. Still slick with my juices, I bring my fingers to your face. You turn your head away, shaking furiously. I grab your chin, and slap you hard across the face. Your chest rises and falls with quick shallow breaths. I see you wince again as I force my fingers under your nose.
"This is all about me," I growl. "Isn't it?" The smell unmistakable, you hesitate. I let go of your chin and wait. You take a breath and sigh, shoulders dropping. You nod just the slightest nod. You know what's to come.
I smile as I start again. I work my way down your left side. After a few licks to your chest, I work my way down your legs. With every stroke, your muscles flex, bracing for the next. Across your back and down your other butt cheek. Soon delicious red marks criss cross your skin.
I lean over you. I caress your cheek with the back of my hand. You wince just enough, so vulnerable, almost sweet. I run my fingers through your hair, listening to you breathe in and out. I feel moisture start to run down my leg.
I reach down with my hand to tug your cock, squeezing and releasing. Fingers around the base of the head, just lightly before I tickle below. You exhale slowly, feeling almost safe enough to savor the sensations.
"If you're good, we might even give you some relief," I smile. "Would you like that?" You raise your head as if to look at me. Your brows furrow as you try to figure out my angle. No answer, eh? I take your chin and hold it firmly. You pull back, resisting just slightly. I bring my other hand down and gently stroke your cheek.
I grab a chair and set it down several feet in front of you. I come back to walk around you. I see you focus, intently following the sound of my heels, clacking on the floor, as I circle closer and closer. Finally, I stop in front of you. I pull the bow out of your mouth and kiss you roughly, letting the cloth fall around your neck. The portion that covers your eyes loosens, but doesn't fall far enough to free your eyes. I hold it to cover your eyes a little longer as I investigate your mouth with my tongue. More kissing, tasting you, feeling your discomfort as you struggle to let me in as far as I want.
Satisfied, I pull the blindfold down and let the cloth fall around your neck. Your eyes open, but you squint against the light. I can see that your eyes are red now. I've brought tears. A quick kiss on each eye, and a peck on the lips. I bite down on my own lip as I consider what to do next. After a quick moment, I walk to the chair and sit.
You look at me, betrayed. This wasn't what you signed up for. You stretch your jaw, and lick your lips, not sure how to proceed. Your cock says differently. I rest my chin in my hand watching you watch me. I can tell you're just taking everything in. Shiny black corset, my breasts almost spilling over top, latex gloves up each arm, the stockings you love to feel against your back when we make love, shiny stiletto heels you've only seen me wear twice and that wicked curl of a grin on my face.
I look you in the eye as I move one finger to gesture you over. You shift in your bonds and look up at me, pleading with your eyes. My grin widens, and I gesture again with my finger. I give you a few moments before I finally tap the side of my leg.
"C'mon boy. Over here." I consider whistling you over but refrain. Instead, I smile and decide to stifle the giggle that almost escapes.
"Baby, please I..." You stop mid-sentence as you see my face change. Your eyes widen. I glare at you from across the room, reaching for the cat as I point to the floor before my feet.
You look down. You know what you need to do. You shake your head to yourself. I can hear you breathing deeply. I see you biting your lip. You look behind you, trying to see your bonds, shifting around to find a good way to get across the room. The few feet between us feels like a chasm. You take a tentative shuffle forward on your left knee, followed by your right. Your hair falls into your face. Instinctively, you blow a breath up to move the hair off your face. As you take another step, the hair falls back down. You blow again, willing the hair away, frustrated. Another step and you look up at me, watching me, hoping for some sign that this will end well. I let my eyes narrow a bit, but otherwise continue to wait patiently.
Finally, you arrive at my feet, breathing just a little heavier from your shuffle across the room. You take a deep breath and look up at me. I move to the edge of the seat and grab your collar. I pull you close between my thighs. I run my tongue up your jawline, savoring the taste of you. I reach down and untie the sides of my thong. Another tug and the thong comes off entirely. I reach around you to feel for your hands. You struggle against me a little, not sure what to expect. I squeeze you with my thighs, and look you in the eye. I wag a finger in front of you, shaking my head.
