"Do you trust me?"
Those were the last words she told me before she lifted my arms over my head and bound my wrists to the headboard of the sleigh bed with a silk scarf. Before she slipped the blindfold over my eyes, allowing me to only see the dim light peeking through its edges.
That was ten minutes ago.
All I could do was wait. I had no idea what was in store. I lay on the soft sheets, shifting my hips, adjusting my arms to provide me as much comfort as I could find given the situation. My temporary blindness augmented the rest of my senses. I could feel the cool air on my naked skin, causing tiny goosebumps to form on my exposed surfaces. I heard every sound, from the soft hum of the fan in the room to her occasional quiet footfalls next door. My sex was already responding, the unknown, and the anticipation of what might be to come, sending my mind racing.
At last I heard her approach. My breathing quickened, my heartbeat picking up the pace. I felt her hands grasp my ankles, pushing up my legs until my knees pressed flush against my breasts. I could feel as she got onto the bed in front of me, my exposed sex obviously on display in front of her. Then I felt her warm breath on my folds, followed by her nails gently gliding down the backs of my thighs, from the back of my knees to the beginnings of my ass.
"Keep your legs there for me," she told me, and I silently nodded.
I flinched involuntarily, startled momentarily by the warm sensation of her tongue resting on my clit. It remained there for a few seconds, pressing firmly, before beginning a slow, circular movement around the swollen button. I felt as a fingertip parted my lips, deliberately probing my sex, already slippery and awake. I moaned softly, tuggling on my bonds—tight enough for me to know they were there, but loose enough to get away if I had to.
Her fingers continued to slowly move southward through my pussy, then pressing firmly on my perineum, teasing the sensitive flesh there.
I felt her hand withdraw, my body trembling from a combination of chill and arousal. After a few seconds it found purchase again, and her now-slippery finger drew soft circles around my sensitive star, coating it with freshly-applied lube. She probed teasingly, just the fingertip, and then withdrew again.
After another brief pause, I felt the tell-tale cool sensation of my metal plug on my asshole and winced as she slowly, deliberately, began to press it into me. My ring resisted and protested, but I relaxed, collecting myself as I allowed its entry. That all-too-familiar wave of pleasure hit me like a bus as the widest part of it penetrated my muscle and my ass clenched around the stem, holding it in. I gasped, feeling its heavy weight fill me, squeezing its cold, slippery surface, pulling it into me, my senses focusing on the pleasure that my favorite toy gave me.
I felt her get up, leave the room, and I was f***ed to wait again.
My mind wanders as I wait, tied to the bed. My brain tries to center itself on the dense smooth metal in my ass, but even that can't keep me focused on much other than when you will return. I want to touch myself—to run my fingertips through my sex—but I can't.
Again I hear the bedroom door open, my lover's footfalls audible on the hardwood floor. She stops, perhaps looking at my state. Her fingernails brush my abdomen, touching me gently, moving upwards to circle my nipples before tugging on them gently. Her hand withdraws again and then I hear it—she clearly pulls a length of tape and tears it off. Immediately, she places the strip of tape over my mouth, simply exclaiming, "No talking."
I then feel her push on the bed again, and I see the shadows as she straddles my waist. She is still wearing her jeans, the soft denim pressing on my abdomen, her weight firm on me. A cord touches my thigh, and I on queue hear the buzzing drone of my Hitachi wand, knowing that it is in her hands.
She touches my leg with her free hand and I sense the vibrating head of my wand approaching my sex before it actually comes into contact with my delicate flesh.
I instantly respond as the vibrations rocket up and down my spine, sending my pleasure receptors on edge. She holds it lightly on my button, and my body spasms in response. My breath catches in my throat, my body keenly aware of the pleasure it receives. I feel the signs of release, building in my core, my thighs trembling, me pulling on my restraints. I ache for release, emitting muffled sounds into the tape covering my mouth.
But I am denied.
I still hear the vibrator, but she pulls it away from me, and I feel my body settle down, although not returning to its starting point. My breathing evens out, my body calms.
And then she presses it to me again, this time firmer, the buzzing again shooting sensations up my spine. I cry out again, my back arching. She holds my legs apart with her arms, her hips slowly grinding on my belly. When she feels my orgasm approach, she withdraws again, leaving me aching, longing, for climax.
She continues this tortuous process for seemingly an eternity. Each application of the wand is a little firmer but a little shorter, and pushes me closer and closer to the point of no return. But she never lets me cum. My flesh becomes wet from perspiration, and my sopping sex can do little but hope that my wish is granted, but to no avail.
Without a word she removes herself from atop my body and retires to the living room, leaving me once again in a sorry state, the throbbing of my cunt serving as the only reminder of her touch.
I lie on the bed, close to crying, so wound up, so needing more; frustrated with her, with myself. I am anxious to learn what more she has in store for me, but all I can do again is wait, and hope for the best. I can't see. I can't talk. I can only wait.
