The room dim lit... I see you there before me... my wrists lightly bound, sitting in a sturdy, high back chair... In your bed room... My elbows rest sensually my knees, legs spread slightly... My ankles fastened to the chair legs... but, they are not your bindings... My shoulders drawn, head high... You see my breast rising with every breath, shallow, calm and slow... My chest filled with pride, knowing you will walk in upon me in this manner... Blindfolded, and the music just loud enough that I do not see or hear you enter the room... Candle light flickering, dancing all around my naked body, peaceful, my mind at ease... You smell my scent, now lingering in the room, heavy laden with my own musk ... My anticipations draw my shoulders back as I take in the darkness surrounding me... Masked, your light dances and runs rampant in my mind, I am sure you are near, yet still unsure where... You lie back in the shadows, "glowing like the light of phosphorous, best viewed when all around is dark"... As my mind wanders, I feel heavy upon my shoulders the weight of your whispers... At least, my body and mind are now telling you so... I become unsure of the reality that surrounds me and think I hear you gliding around me.... Time passes and not a touch...
You survey the room as you have already entered... Making mental notes of the seduction I have set up in my submissions... Taking off your clothes, quietly, you slip into the leather banded kilt laid out for you... You look around the room for your pick of toys, and grab the crop, a lit candle and a length of rope... You slyly walk over and sit in the chair place in front of me... You can still see your mind wandering, and you sit there admiring the beauty displayed before you... Time passes... and your admiration begins to peak under the heaviness of the leather straps... You raise the candle and begin waving it in front of my face... Testing the darkness in my blindfold.... NO, reaction... So, you move it in closer so that I can feel its heat... And my body twitches, yet I do not move, nor speak...
My mind has been playing tricks on me for hours and I am still uncertain... That is until, the candle flame is placed high on my chest and the heat rises and the wax spills, flowing down my naked body... As it hardens, and the trail lengthens down my breast and covers my erect nipples, you reach in and ever so softly touch my supple lips... My body again shudders with emotions as I feel your touch and the heat that accompanies it... My stance never changing... Silence, not a whimper... not a sound...
You know that the silence means I am respectful in my devotion, and prolonging even a whimper is hard for me, yet forcing myself not to makes me wet... You lean in close, and tell me to inhale your scent... Lean in and whisper into my ear, the softness of your breaths send shivers down my spine and inform me that the lightly bound hands, the ones I tried to tie myself, are just not going to do... You take the corners of the sheer cloth, wrapped around my wrist, from my hands... And begin to slowly unravel them... As they become free... you touch me lightly under my chin and I lift your head, again drawing my shoulders... My breast protruding... Nipples as hard as can be... You cup my chin softly in y0ur hand, and just as I feel your tenderness, I feel the crop on the exposed flesh of my supple breast... And you tell me to sit back... Put my hands behind the chair... And you begin to circle and again admire the beauty that glows in the candle light in front of you...
I clinch my hands together behind my back... And I feel you binding my wrist the length of my arms... As I am secure, and I know you are in the room... you remove my blindfold, but my eyelids remain closed... you snicker a bit... nice little grin ... The one I like... and use the crop again... smacking the soft and sensitive parts of my skin... my breast, inner thighs... and my ass cheeks...
You lift one of the leather straps of your kilt and tell me to bite down upon it... The leather smell now pemeating with our bodily musks... The taste in mymouth brash, yet the leather still somewhat soft and tender... With the strap in my teeth you remind me how close your body is to mine now, only mere inches... and you lift other straps... and again whip my soft flesh, causing my blood to rise to the surface and the sensations that follow, put my body into a state of trance, ephoria, and ecstasy... As you stand there, you reach down... With your hands... Brushing against my raised flesh.... And following the trails of the wax from earlier in the night... you begin to slowly pull away... My grip tightens on the leather strap not wanting you to leave, now your flesh is so close to mine... As you retract my head lowers, and at just the right moment... you take my hair in your hand... and with heavy tone in your voice and stern inflection... Instruct me to now take your cock into my mouth...
My silence again, is noticed and I slowly with expertise work my head up and down the length of your cock... My mouth inviting, as I take your length... my head bobbing, you only hear the fluid motions of your cock slipping in and out of me... Then all with a rush... and a slight whimper... you feel my body twitching as my body reacts to my own orgasm... With that your hot cum rushes down the back of my throat... And again, you feel my body reacting to my convulsing passion... I tell you I want more and more as I fall to my knees... only want'n more of your Sweet Stuff
