I have fallen asleep in my bed, waiting for you to come over and play. Suddenly, a noise wakes me, and I realize that the light I left on in the bedroom is now out. My eyes can't make anything out in the gloom, when suddenly a shape moves toward the bed. I call your name, but there's no answer. Frightened now, I fumble for the bedside lamp, but I suddenly find a wrist manacle strapped to it, while I am pressed back onto the bed by the weight of the mysterious stranger. I know it's you, but in the back of my mind is a little voice whispering that it could be someone else ... someone who found me asleep, and saw the toys that I had laid out for us to play with, someone who just might not be playing!
....Before you realize it, your wrist is bound with a silken cord near the lamp. Powerless to move, partially from the weight....partially from the surprise of it......you realize that your other wrist is being firmly stretched out toward the bedpost opposite the lamp........the same kind of silken cord now fastens that wrist as well! Just as your eyes start to adjust to the darkness, hands lift the back of your head and a "sleeping mask" is put over your eyes...with a strap going around your head. You notice the telltale scent of Polo....but you're still not sure. "Is it you?", you cry out? A response comes back...."shhhhhhhhh"!!! The intruder straddles your chest....facing your head. You can tell that he is naked from the feeling of flesh-on-flesh. You can still breathe, but the weight is definitely confining. You feel the hairiness and hardness of the undersides of his legs and ass as he straddles your chest. His balls feel hot and heavy against your bare skin. Deftly, he unhooks the front-clasp of your bra.......all 4 hooks.....one....by.....one. Your breasts feel a combination of relief (and cool air) as the evening air washes over your exposed chest. Now the hands leave you, but the weight and warmth remains
-The silence is almost unbearable......the intruder still does not utter a word. Slowly, but most noticeably, you feel his cock enlarging.....and growing......as it lays on your chest between your breast. Slowly, as it enlarges, it lengthens and slowly starts penetrating into your ample cleavage. The intruder emits an audible "M-m-m-m-m-m!!" You squirm and struggle slightly against your constraints, but to no avail. Your legs are still free and you squirm them as much as the heavy weight permits. The lengthening, hardening cock is creeping, ever slowly, and upwards. It touches your throat...and it grows more.....!!!!!!!
I call out again, seeking reassurance, feeling vulnerable yet excited. A gloved hand covers my mouth, moving my head from side to side. The smell of leather increases my arousal, and I realize that when I kick my legs against the weight pressing down on me, it sends a thrill throughout my body. I can feel myself becoming slick, and the quickness of it is almost painful. Now, the glove is gone again. I feel a finger begin tracing the outline of my lips, and I shiver. I feel my skin pebble, and my nipples contract and get harder. Suddenly, the weight shifts down my legs, and I can no longer move as much. I feel small warm puffs of air against my nipples, which almost causes me to giggle involuntarily. I hold it in, and follow the path of the warm air against my skin with ever more acute senses. Now that is gone as well. I wonder where the next contact will come. . . as I both dread and eagerly await it.
A mouth on my nipple! Suddenly, it is pulled upward, HARD!!! I open my mouth to say so, when again, the gloved hand against my mouth . . . but this time a quick pinch of the nostrils with it. I realize now that I am not to say ANYTHING, and infractions cause more severe consequences. This realization causes me to shiver again, and I feel the gloved hand caress my face for a moment. And then it is gone
And so I wait. My skin is alive with sense receptors I never knew I had, each of them waiting, needing that touch, that contact. A cold line slides between my breasts and I realize that it is a chain, and my breathing becomes a bit more rapid as I understand what it is and where it is going. The chain begins to warm against my skin, and I can almost not feel its presence when something cold touches my abused nipple. (what is that ... ice??) The cold causes my nipple to become even more erect . . . almost painful now. As the nipple clamp is attached, I have only the sensation of pressure, and even that I am not sure of . . . until the warmth begins to spread outwards. I am just beginning to float in that warmth when the other side is attached. This being the first contact it has had since it was opened to the cool air, there is no warmth there, only PAIN. My first instinct is to take a deep breath to yell, but I remember,
::I have to be quiet::
The voice is back again, whispering in my head, reminding me that others wear "Polo" besides you. I simply blow the air out again. I am rewarded with another caress, and I turn my face into it, welcoming it.
Then, when I have almost begun to not feel the pain in the nipple, the chain is picked up, causing my already sensitive nerves to scream. But again, I only blow out the air that is suddenly in my lungs. My body begins a motion that I am almost not aware of, and I shiver again
--You feel the large presence above you leaning forward.....again, the warm stream of breath......this time on your neck. You welcome it! The breath "path" continues through your substantial cleavage....and pauses. Again, the breath continues on your nipples......one.....then the other. The combination of cool chain & clamps with warm breath is unique to your senses. While this continues.....the gloved hand (obviously reaching behind the seated stranger) suddenly touches your belly......and starts tracing a line..........s-l-o-w-l-y to the hem of your panties. Your legs are squirming; you yearn to cry out, but you dare not!
-The weight above you suddenly lifts......seconds pass......there's a rustling sound on/near the dresser.....then the heavy presence returns....this time, near the foot of your bed. Strong hands gently, but persistently spread your squirming legs apart......the stranger settles in below and between your out-stretched legs. ("Is he kneeling?", you think to yourself). You feel extremely vulnerable, yet excited at the same time. Suddenly, you hear the sound of a striking match......, even beneath your blindfold, you see a small but perceptible flash of light.......and you smell the telltale scent of a match lighting a scented-candle. The gloved hand gently caresses the area just beneath your breasts....and gradually continues down toward your navel. It is somehow reassuring.
-Suddenly!!!!!!! You feel a small, wet, but distinctively HOT sensation on your stomach! Its extremely intense, but then almost as quickly, it disappears. A few seconds pass....ANOTHER HOT, WET SPOT!!! Then coolness. The gloved hand caresses your thigh. Another HOT , WET SPOT near your breasts! The stranger is spilling hot droplets of melted wax onto your skin!!! Each drop is painful, but is quickly gone, only to be replaced in a few seconds by another drop in a new location. The drops s-l-o-w-l-y continue. Once you start to cry out, but with catlike quickness, the stranger's face is over your own, and the hand once again clamps your nostrils. You relax......and slowly nod. You feel lips gently press against yours.....a warm tongue gently outlines your upper....then lower lip....his mouth gently sucks in your upper lip....then the lower one. Almost as quickly.......you feel the large presence return to the strategic area between your legs.
By this time, I can barely contain myself... I begin to buck my hips, slowly, spreading my legs even further ... inviting you, teasing you, like I am being teased. Thinking is gone now, replaced by animal needs.
Thumbs under the band of my panties, sliding them down. I lift my hips to help. After they are gone, I feel your eyes, looking at me. Again, I spread my legs, inviting you, needing you to touch me. I await your touch eagerly, but instead, I feel the hot wax begin to drip again ... this time in a line from my belly down ... slowly. I flinch at each, moving my body, trying to get away, but unable to go far. I finally manage to roll onto my side, at which point a get a healthy smack on my ass. I quickly lay flat again. More wax ... and I manage to roll to the other side now. Another smack. This continues until I cannot move, my muscles tired, my breathing ragged.
I hear movement again, and feel the cord on my wrist restraint loosen, and retied above my head, with some slack so I can move a bit. Now the other side is loosened and retied above me as well. I feel hands on my sides, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed. Then, suddenly, I am flipped over onto my stomach. My pussy contacts the bed, and I begin a slow grind into it. I know you are watching me, which only adds to my need.
Suddenly, I feel a hand on my ass ... flesh on flesh, and I realize that you have taken off your gloves. At first, all I feel are fingertips, running up and down the crack of my ass. I raise my hips again, hoping that you will go down further. Now, the fingers trace the valley, playing with the hair. I am nearly frantic now, moving against your fingers, pushing backwards, anything I can do to get you close to my clit. I struggle to my knees, head down, legs spread ... offering myself to you.
