Here I sat waiting ... waiting ...
That was hard for me, because I am not a patient person. The blindfold and restraints had been her idea. And with horny ulterior motives in mind, I had quickly agreed to play her demented little game. Had my brain been working I would have thought twice about it, but hind site is twenty-twenty.
Now, I was elaborately tied to one of the straightback dinning room chairs with arms. My arms were held firmly behind the chair with leather wrist restraints. My legs were spread and tied to each arm of the chair with my feet slightly hanging over. My pussy was open and on display like a Monet in a museum. I could hear her moving about, humming softly as she went. Then there was silence, I was all alone, and for a quick moment fear enveloped me. What if she didn't return? How would I get free? Then I heard the far off beep of the microwave indicating something was done, and a few short moments later, the sound of her padding back into the bedroom.
She was near ... I could feel her breath on my cheek. "Are you ready to begin?", she asked in a low, tight voice filled with sexual tension. I nodded my head involuntarily.
We had not discussed what would happen after I was bound, and the suspense of the unknown caused my heart to race, and a thin layer of perspiration covered my body, as I fought to keep my breaths slow and even.
The first touch was whisper soft, and I thought I had just imagined it. When it returned, I groaned. I knew what it was, and with a shocking realization I knew what her plan was.
"Please don't do this to me." I begged her, as the soft fingers of the ostrich feather completed another orbit around my aching nipple, that was now hard enough to cut glass.
"Ssshhh." She quieted my pleas with her lips. The kiss was tender and familiar and helped soothe the fear and helplessness the restraints and blindfold had caused. Then her lips were gone and once again I felt the torturous caress of the ostrich feather. She concentrated on my breast and nipples, relentlessly dragging the feather across my heated flesh, until my body shook, as I strained to deal with raw desire that coursed through me, sending hot jolts of pleasure to my pussy ...
A primitive wail tore itself from deep within me as the feather brushed against my clit. Madness ... She was trying to drive me insane, that was her plan. Rational thought packed up and left as the feather continued its persecution of my clitoris. My body was a live wire, and each swipe of the feather caused it to arch. My heart hammered in my chest as my pussy throbbed and oozed wetness.
"Touch me ... please." I begged, on the verge of tears. I needed her hands...on me...and inside me.
"Sshhh Sweetheart. Its O. K." Once again her lips were on mine comforting me. I groaned as she broke the contact I so desperately craved.
