The sun was slowly rising as you entered the room. Carefully working your way towards the bed, you begin to close the distance between the two of us. I lay in the center of the bed, unsure of your intentions. You called me earlier this morning to tell me that you were unhappy about our relationship and you were going to make changes. I didn't realize at the time "relationship" mean "sex life" and that the "changes" meant that I would be tied up with a gag in my mouth. You didn't look angry, but you tied my hand above me with your belt and you used my scarf to stifle my confused whimpers. You know that I don't like being out of control, so you've left me my vision unobstructed. I couldn't be more grateful.
You laugh at me, watching me struggle to cover my exposed, naked body. I know you're not going to hurt me, but you are going to torture me, denying me the satisfaction of an orgasm. You kneel on the bed and lean over my chest. Taking my left nipple in your mouth, teasing it until it stands erect. You clamp down on it with your lips, sucking hard and fast, before I know it you're done and moving down my body.
Moving quickly, you reach my pussy and attack. I am shocked at the speed and which you move. Your tongue working over all my fold, releasing my juices. Your tongue presses its way into my pussy. In and out. Bringing me close to the edge, and then you stop just as suddenly as you started.