"How didâ"
"Shh, sweetie," you say. "There's no time for talking now that we're together. Just let me love you. I need you so." Your lips touch my neck and I feel my skin rise in goosebumps, a soft moan of pleasure in the air. You know it's my most sensitive spot, and you waste no time kissing it. I feel your lips part and the soft, wet warmth of your tongue is on my skin. Baby, it feels sublime. You're gently sucking my neck when I feel something pinch... Did you just nibble me? My breath hitches a little at the sensation, a soft whimper and your name on my lips.
You take my hands in yours. In your eyes, I see an almost naughty sparkle. "How would you like it if I did this?" you ask. I feel something cool, somewhat rigid, but soft. I smell... leather?
Oh, my
... I think as you finish fastening the buckle around one wrist. I swallow hard when you do the same with my other wrist. Next is the soft 'clink' of a tether that fastens them to the headboard, one that will hold my hands spread apart over my head. You remembered that my left shoulder gives me fits when it's right over my head. That's one of many things I love about you. You're so thoughtful.
"You know how I'll like thisâ"
"Tell me!" you command. "I want to hear those words from your mouth, and I want to hear them now!"
Your harsh demand catches me off-guard, and I'm unsettled.
What happened to the 'let me love you' man that was here seconds ago?
"You knowâ" I can't finish my thought. You grab my faceâyour thumb and fingers are on my jaw, and I admit, it hurts! Though you've never gotten rough with me before, it's clear why you had me speak the words. You are at the ready, a ball gag in your hand, waiting for me to make the "o" with my mouth... the perfect opportunity to fit the ball into it. Another second and it's fastened in place. You only break character long enough to lean in and whisper, "Are you doing okay, sweetheart?" I stare wide-eyed into yours and I nod, because it's all I can do.
This was something we've discussed at length, but I never dreamed you'd do it, and never without asking me first. You must see fear in my eyes, because I see you smile.
"Nope," you say with determination. "Still not enough." You reach into your nightstand and pull out a red satin blindfold, which you tie around my head. I feel you rise from the bed and though I can't see what you're doing, I can almost feel your eyes surveying me, taking in the beauty you've created. "Perfect," you growl at me. I feel your warm, wet mouth on my fingers, licking the honey I had on them.
Right now, I'm helplessâblind, mute, and restrained, with no hope of getting away. If anyone else had me in this position, you know it would terrify me. But you also know I trust you, even without a safe wordânot that I could utter it, anyway. I don't know what you're doing, what you're planning, or how long it will last. What I am certain of is that I will love it.
I squirm on the bed, aroused and nervous.
What are you doing?
I wonder. I tug on the restraints and find them to be strong and unbreakable. After a few moments in my predicament, I hear you chuckle.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" The question makes you laugh harder. You know I can't answer you. The only noises I
can
make are non-verbal. Whimpers. Moans. Groans of delicious pleasure, all waiting for you to release them. Precisely what you wanted.
You had clothes on the last time I saw you. Do you still? I don't know. You're not making a peep, and you're damned good at keeping me guessing where you are. The first sensation I feel is a soft, wet kiss on my neck. You're picking up right where you left off. But I don't feel you on the bed with me. I pull on my restraints a bit. It's a movement that I would imagine makes you smile. I grunt in frustration. But I realize your planâyou're helping me to experience one of my greatest fantasies. You intend to fulfill it in every way possible.
When you pull away from my skin, I feel the moisture your kisses left behind. After what feels like an eternity, I think I feel something soft, almost ticklish on my breasts and tummy. Is that a feather? I can't discern it, only that it feels sensuous on my skin.
Over and over, you stroke my skin with this delicate object. I feel it on my cheek and taste something sweet. I know that flavorâit's the honey dust I keep on my nightstand to use before bed. It's edible and sweet, perfect for feather play. You observe what the light touch does to me. My nipples harden with arousal, which is unto itself a feat. There are chill bumps on my skinâshivers of raw pleasure run down my spine. I give you the first of many whimpers to come.
"I almost forgot," you say. There's something stiff but soft, unforgiving but not uncomfortable, on the skin of my foot. I sense that you're buckling a cuff around my ankle, and then the other one. You force my legs apart and fasten a spreader bar between my feet. At least, that's what I think you're doing. There is no give either way. "This should help me achieve my goals with very little pushback from you, don't you think?" Again, I hear you chuckle. You know I can't answer you, and this amuses you to no end.
I hear two clicks that seem about six feet from my head. I recognize the sound, but I can't place it. You retrieve something off my nightstand; I hear you type on a keypad, and then telltale clicks of you navigating an app. The next thing I sense is something cold, but soft. I recognize the sensation right awayâmy new, app-controlled toy. You're wrapping something around my right thigh... your belt? I can tell it's leather from the texture of it, but that's it.
Could you get it any closer to my pussy without touching it?
I wonder. But then I figure out its purpose when I feel you slide my toy inside the belt, held to my body in just the right spot. The next thing I feel is my favorite pre-made program as it starts, the one called, "Edge."
"I'll be in the living room, sweetheart. Just call me if you need me." Again, you laugh to yourself. "Don't enjoy this too much." You kiss my cheek and caress it before I hear you walk away, open and close our bedroom door.
The program you chose is my favorite one for a reason. It never gives me enough stimulation on its own for me to orgasm, but it's a damned good warm up. This must be what you're thinking. One of my greatest fantasies is to be tied up and teased until I am delirious with passion for you. It feeds into my submissive side, the one you promised you'd let me explore with you with no commitment and no strings.
The toy is a 'clit sucker', one that mimics the sensations of oral sex using pulses of air. This toy has two functions; one is the sucking sensation and the other a vibration. Their motors operate independently of each other, allowing the app-user, and his or her intended target, a customizable experience. Whoever made this program has the tease down to an exact science. My whimpers of pleasure grow into moans, then grunts of frustration each time the app slows. The air pulses feel incredible, though the vibration isn't doing much for me. I recognize when the program loops. Each one runs a second over eight minutes. I count four starts before I feel that delicious desperation settling in.
What I
don't
realize is that you never left the bedroom. Instead, you're sitting in the chair by the dresser, watching me writhe in pleasure and grunt in frustration as the toy teases me without mercy. You watch my hands pull against my bonds, my hips wiggle to get more from the toy than you ever meant it to deliver. You watch my pussy throb with each denial. Yes, you have the best seat in the houseâa front-row, center stage view to the best show on Earth.
On the sixth start, I hear the door open and close. I hear your breath, quick and shallow, and to your credit, you're doing your best to hide your obvious arousal from me. I know you're not finished with me. Not yet. The app shuts the toy down, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Not because I was close to orgasm. No, it was just the oppositeâI never got close. But I feel the constant wetness that flows in rivulets from my aching sex. You undo the belt from around my legâI notice the toy's sudden absence and miss its warmth. I didn't realize the heat it had generated during its operation.
The next thing I feel is your hands removing the spreader bar from between my feet. I feel you crawl onto the bed and settle yourself between my legs, and then your tongue, lapping at my 'pussy wine', as you call it. "Oh, sweetie," you groan, "you're tasting so good tonight. Mild, sweet, that hint of honeysuckle you know I love. I hope you're ready to cum, baby."
I feel the flat of your tongue pressed against me, starting at my ass and working your way, slow and hot, to the center of my femininity. A loud moan sneaks past the ball between my teeth, and you stop for a moment. "I forgot about that," you mutter. I guess you didn't want to leave your post, but I feel you crawl up to my head. Your fingers unfasten the gag, and I take my first deep breath.
"Oh my gosh, babe!" The sharp breath startles me. I didn't realize I'd be so loud.
