"Very good... I think you have passed your assessment"
Slowly you are eased back to a standing position and your blindfold slid off your head. Gradually your eyes become accustomed to the light in the room and the flickering fire. You look around behind you and see me standing with a broad smile. "I'm glad to hear I pass" you giggle, forgetting your orders.
THWACK... THWACK.... a swift slap across each ass cheek. "I'll let you off this time, but next time you'll be properly punished" I sternly state.
"Come with me", I help you over to the middle of the room "wait here please".
I turn and leave the room, leaving you standing naked, aroused and arms cuffed behind your back in front of the fire. As I leave the room, I silently stop just outside and wait a few seconds before peeping my head back round the door to spy on you. I'm impressed that you haven't moved from where I left you. I head upstairs and into to the bedroom.
Searching through all the pieces you've laid on the window sill, I pick up a few and bring them back down. I also pick up a toy or two for good measure. On my return I'm delighted to see that you've still not moved from the centre of the lounge. "You are well trained" my words seem to catch you off guard and make you jump slightly and turn round. I wonder where your mind had taken you while you were alone.
I walk up to you and give you a deep passionate kiss on the lips, my tongue delving inside your mouth and caressing and playing with yours. You start to tease and play back just as I pull away, leaving you frustrated.
"Follow me" I order "time for some more fun"
You follow as I head into the kitchen where you see all the chairs have been removed and the table extended and now in the middle of the room. "Now, I'm going to take these cuffs off, if you promise to behave?" You nod your head. You turn round and I gentle uncuff first one wrist and then the other.
"You remember before when we had our get away in the "play room" you suggested doing body shots? Well now's your chance." I help you up onto the table and lie you down, your head right at one end and your legs just starting to dangle over the other. "Perfect" I smile as I take a few more pics in my phone. I turn to the fridge and pull out a bottle of Champagne, swiftly opening the bottle with a "POP" that takes us both slightly by surprise. I pour a little into your navel, perfectly positioned between the openings of your attire, and lean over to suck it up. A mixture of my tongue and the bubbles causes you to wriggle and stifle a giggle. "Having fun?" I ask... "yes Sir" you reply.... "oh Sir is it?... I like that!"
With that, I pour more drink into your now empty navel and proceed to run my wet tongue down from your breasts to my target and again suck you dry. "I guess you'd better have some too" I suggest, as I offer the bottle to your mouth. You sit slightly and take a sip. No sooner have you laid your head on the table, than I'm holding your breasts firmly together and pouring the fizzy liquid between them, holding them in place to stop too much dripping away "Sorry I couldn't help myself" as I nuzzle between them, fighting to get past the material holding them in place. I make sure each nipple gets a little nibble just for luck as I lift myself away from you. As I'm moving I'm certain I hear a mixed whimper of pleasure and pain being stifled by you.
"Any more?" I ask. You nod your head so I gentle pour a little more into your mouth. As you are drinking, I pour a little just below your navel this time and watch as it slowly dribbles between your legs. Just as the coolness reaches your labia I start lapping it up, sending shockwaves through your body, still on edge from your earlier teasing.
"Don't get too carried away just yet" I remind you. I leave you to catch your breath for a second or two.
Suddenly you are aware that I'm pulling at your legs as I'm shuffling you further down the table. Then you feel a pulling at your ankles and hear the ripping of Velcro. Something is wrapped round your right ankle and tightened..... then the left. You can't see me anywhere but realise I'm under the table and have your ankles tied down to the table legs. Looking around for me you realise I'm now standing above your head and reaching for your arms. You raise them to me, and I hold them down to the table with one hand and unzip the Velcro strap with the other
"Good girl" I praise.