10) I take the lotion in my hand...it was also in the container so the lotion would be warm to the touch. I massage one foot - the toes, the ball of your foot, the heel, the ankle. I work my way up your calf a little bit, your hand reaches for me. Bad, bad...you may not touch. Do that again and the other foot will will suffer and not get the same attention.
11) Good boy...now the other foot, my hands knead and caress - the lotion allowing me to slide along easily. I work my way up your calf again, your knee, your thigh. I see you are needing more than this and that is good. But I am not done with you. As a matter of fact I have only just begun - but it's good to watch you struggle with what is happening in the crevice between your legs. It's beautiful by the way. And I am only seeing it through cloth.
12) Back down your leg I move and now again I take the towel and remove the excess lotion. I rub the towel over your toes, the ball of your foot - the heel - the ankle. I work my way up your calf and thigh. Ah yes...it is obvious you need me...but for now...you may not have me.
13) "OK" I tell you..."you were a pretty good boy". Now I move you to the chair and its seat is much more comfortable. What was that? Did your hand brush my breast as I helped you cross the floor? Bad...very bad...don't make me get my paddle. Another mistake and that is what you will content with.
14) You are still blindfolded...all you see is darkness but you can hear everything. "Remove your shirt now. I want to see your bare chest." You obey and I take the shirt from you and toss it to the side. You won't need that for a while.
15) You hear me now...I am breathing a bit heavier and you know my anticipation matches your own. You hear the sound of my own zipper as I remove my jeans. The whisper of cloth that falls from my shoulders and you know I am almost naked before you.
16) I tell you I am wearing a lacy bustier...it does not cover my breasts but instead pushes them up and out and my nipples are hard and they long for your mouth. I see you licking your lips but you may not have them you can only imagine them. I tell you I am playing with them myself and that I am dripping wet as I do so. I reach one hand down and feel my very wet pussy, my fingers play with the clit and I am telling you this but you cannot see it for yourself. I push one finger inside - then another until I am on the edge but I am strong and will wait.
17) "Keep your hands by your side" I tell you and then I lean in to your mouth for a very deep kiss. Ah Ah Ah...I saw you almost raise your hand to touch me...You May Not Touch Me. But you didn't...the thought of the paddle on that sweet ass warming it up helps to keep you in line.
18) Now I tell you "Open your mouth for me - you tasted my kiss now you will taste the juices on my fingeers - lick them clean so I don't have to."
19) You are a good boy. I pull my fingers from your mouth and touch your forehead. I trace a line down your face, over the blindfold, the tip of your nose, across your lips, your chin, down your neck to your throat. Now I follow with tiny kisses and I am leaning close - you can smell my scent, feel my skin on your cheek as I lean in to kiss you once more. I feel you quiver under my spell...and I know you want to reach out but you behave.
20) I step back, you can hear the soft pull of my panties as they glide over my hips, down my legs and I kick them off as they land on the floor. I turn my back to you - "Unhook this thing" I instruct you. You reach up under the influence of the blindfold and take the two sides of my bustier in your hands. The hooks are a struggle but you manage. You hear me take it off and again I toss it to the side.
21) "Touch my breasts" I tell you and I can see the bulge between your legs stiffen even more if that is possible. Your hands are gentle yet firm and you cover my nakedness with them and my longing increases at your touch.
