She is playing her favorite game. Ok I confess it is one of my favorites also. I am six foot tall and weigh two hundred and twenty pounds. At forty many people are thinking ok a little overweight but not bad. I work out almost every day and try my best to eat right. I don't work out because I am obsessed with the perfect body but for my own mental health. There are some up sides to it however. My girlfriend of four years happens to be a twenty eight year old pro soccer player with her own rock hard body. At five eight she catches the eye of everyone when we walk into a room and I enjoy their envious looks. She makes a point to make sure everyone knows I am hers and not to mess with me. What many would not expect it that she is also my Mistress. I love that she has taken control of our sex life, of all our life. That is where this game comes into play.
Now some of you have already tuned out and are ready to click out of this story but bear with me. We don't 'play' at this lifestyle we live it almost twenty four seven and she loves to tease me. At this point I am tied to a chair but not just any chair. It has a straight back with a cushion and along the sides are various eye bolts that things can be attached too. The seat is more of just two cushioned boards running out from the back on an angle so that when you sit on it your legs are spread open leaving you exposed. It is positioned in our bedroom so that I have a full view of the room and the attached master bathroom. Or as she likes to call it the Mistress bathroom, as there are no masters in this household.
Firmly tied to the chair with leather straps around my chest and waist, each leg is held firmly in place by more leather straps. The cuffs around my wrists are clipped to hooks on the back side of the chair and a metal collar holds my neck upright only allowing me to swivel my head. The cock cage that normally keeps me safely locked away until she wants me has been removed and two weeks of denial coupled with daily teasing and required oral attention of her body has my cock at full attention. Just off to my left is a stool with a flower looking basket perched on top. It is one you would find in a woman's bathroom filled with an assortment of lotions and beauty products. This one is filled with a variety of things to frustrate me however.
Attaching the last strap my girlfriend Michelle walks around to the front of the chair and smiles down at me. Her blue eyes are filled with mischief and she plays with her long blonde hair while inspecting her handy work. Still wearing her yoga pants and sports bra from the morning run she is stunning. Leaning over she kisses me and then runs her long fingernails over my balls laughing as I moan at her touch.
"Don't go anywhere. I need to shower and then we will see what we can do about that rock hard cock."
Walking over to the bathroom she makes sure to wiggle her tight sexy ass for me to see. I desperately want to stroke my cock pulling on my bonds but to no avail. Once in the bathroom she continues to tease me. Slowly peeling down the yoga pants exposing the pink panties that barely cover her firm little ass, running her hands slowly down each leg bending only at the waist giving me a full view of her pussy lips pushing against the thin pink fabric, my cock is starting to drip with desire. Standing back up she spreads her legs and seductively licks her finger while looking at me in the mirror and slides it down her toned stomach stopping just for a moment to play with her belly ring and then lets it disappear out of the bottom of the mirror. I can tell by the tugging of the panties where it has gone and she lets me know how good it feels with a loud moan. Pulling her now pussy soaked finger up to her face she inspects it and then slowly lets her tongue seductively caress each side of her finger before popping it all the way in to make sure she gets every drop.
