11 comments/ 75042 views/ 31 favorites An Exercise in Dominance By: The_Dragon_Knight I step quietly into the room, my gaze immediately seeking you out. You have your back to me as you stand at the sink in the kitchen, the running water having masked the sound of my entry. I lick my lips as I allow my eyes to drink you in: your delicious body clad in jeans and a t-shirt. Soft white socks protrude from the cuffs of your pants and your brown hair is pulled up in a messy, spur-of-the-moment bun. Empyrean. That is the only word I can think of to describe you. I slowly remove my boots, pressing my keys against my hip as I remove them so as not to make any noise. My leather jacket is zipped up, the ride home having been cold, and the zippers make almost no noise as I creep forward. My socked feet make no sound on the floor as I slink toward you, my eyes burning over you with the animal hunger I keep hidden behind my semi-calm veneer. With smooth, confident movements I sweep one arm around your waist, pulling you back against my body and eliciting startled gasp as the other hand covers your mouth, cutting it off. You struggle for a moment as my teeth graze your ear, but my voice sets you at ease. Mostly. "Relax, my Kitten," I purr, my tongue snaking out to trace the maze of cartilage in your right ear, meandering aimlessly from one ridge to the other. The hand around my waist reaches out to cut off the water in the sink. I steer you across the carpet towards the bedroom, my hand still covering your mouth as my lips suckle your earlobe; a teaser for what could befall your tasty clit later tonight. I feel your body shiver in my arms. "No talking, pet," I whisper as we reach the bed, "not yet, anyway. You'll be able to do plenty of talking when you're screaming my name. The hand covering your mouth moves down, gripping your neck as my other hand fumbles with the latch on the trunk we keep at the foot of the bed. I throw back the lid, reaching inside and drawing out a pair of handcuffs, using them to secure your wrists behind your back. I turn you around, my lips ravaging yours in a searing, hungry kiss as I pin your restrained from to the wall opposite the bed. I suckle your lips ravenously, eliciting moans from you as your mouth opens, before I plunge my tongue into you, running it over your own tongue as I taste you. I pull away, my hand reaching up to fist in your hair. "You're mine," I growl softly, my lips inches from your throat as I pull your hair back, exposing the sensitive skin along your neck. I can see the every motion of your skin as you breathe. As you swallow. My lips press against the center of your throat, my teeth biting softly as I suckle your skin into my mouth. You moan again and I feel your knees tremble. Even through your jeans, I can smell the unmistakable scent of your arousal. It fuels me, my animal lust rising higher and higher as I suckle and bite your neck, leaving countless rings of imprints from my teeth and dark, mottled bruises. Marking you as mine. With a deep, reverberating growl I push you away for a moment. My arm snakes out, snatching the antique Tibetan dagger from the top of one of my lower bookcases. It slides free of its sheath with a hiss of metal on metal, the curved blade glittering in the lamplight of the bedroom. I see your eyes widen as the point of the blade draws nearer, your reflection broken by the spots of rust which have taken up residence on the ancient weapon. I pull you close to my body again, the blade rising and pressing against your neck as I hold you close. You can feel not only my heartbeat, beating strong and loud against your back, but my diamond-hard length rubbing against your rear. Slowly, I turn the blade and slide it downwards, teasing the neckline of your t-shirt. You shiver against me, your hands flexing in the cuffs. My teeth sink into the gentle curve where your neck meets your shoulder, and I hear a low, throaty moan escape you. So sexy. My other hand turns you around, the point of the knife slicing downwards and cutting the shirt cleanly from neck to hem. It falls away, still covering your breasts but leaving your delicious cleavage exposed. Cleavage I could bury my face in and never tire of, licking and kissing and sucking until you... I shake my head imperceptibly, clearing my thoughts. There will be time for that later. For now, though, I have only one mission. One purpose. I am going to tease you like you have never been teased before. Take you like you have never been taken. Make you mine in every sense of the word and using every trick I have at my disposal. For you, there will be no escape. No release. There will be only pleasure and ache, denial and blistering euphoria. And then, at the end of the night, I will take you again and again until you cannot even vocalize your wishes for me to stop. Until you are driven mad with pleasure. Even then I might not stop. It is only nine, after all. I could take you until the sun rises tomorrow. Twelve hours from now. I hook the curve of the blade behind the button of your jeans, giving my wrist a quick flip and sending it flying into the wall with a soft click. It bounces under the bed. Lost. I lick my lips as my gaze burns over you, drinking in every mark on your skin, every curve of your body and ever delicious spot I will explore later. My hand reaches up, fisting in your hair as I drag your mouth to mine again, cutting at the shirt and letting it fall to the ground at your feet. Your nipples harden in the cooler air, the breeze coming from the porch window caressing your body with an autumn chill. Goosebumps break out on your delectable skin. I drag you towards the bed, pushing you down on it as my hands drift to the bucket of bamboo sticks I keep as decoration. I grab two of them, twirling them in my fingers as I kiss you hungrily, pulling you back to your feet as I toss the stalks down on the bed. "Tonight," I growl against your lips. "Tonight you are all mine. Mine to tease and torment. Mine to bring to orgasm... or not. Mine to use for my pleasure if that is my desire. All... Mine..." I fumble in the chest, withdrawing with a second pair of handcuffs. I lick my lips as I think of a delicious idea, purring as I lead you toward the porch door. Your eyes widen slightly as I turn and push you up against the glass, licking and sucking at your neck. I slowly move down your body, ignoring your breasts for now as I tug at your pants. I growl as they slide down, revealing a pair of pink cotton panties. The antique knife reappears and slices through them at the elastic along your hips. I help you step out of your jeans, tugging off your socks as we go, leaving you completely naked. Exposed. I pull you forward, my hands clenching against your butt as I hungrily lap at your pussy, my tongue plunging into you and dancing along your inner walls. You gasp, your hands rattling in the cuffs as you instinctively try to move them. I dance my tongue over your clitoris, causing your hips to buck and move, before I lean forward to tickle the sensitive skin between your slit and your anus. I pull back, licking my lips as I rise, my hand once more returning to your hair. The glass porch door slides open as I quickly kill the lights, masking us from view as I lead you out onto the balcony. The parking lot is still and quiet, lit only by the glow of the two fluorescent streetlamps and the ochre light of the waning moon above us. I unclasp your handcuffs, freeing your wrists as you instinctively try to move back into the safety of the apartment. I growl, tugging you back to me. My hands grip yours, attaching a cuff to each wrist. I bend you over the railing, stretching your wrists out to opposite sides of the balcony and cuffing them in place, leaving you with your breasts pressed flat against the cold metal of the railing. I knead your rear, spreading it wide and blowing on your puckered rosebud as you bite your lip. I run my hand over your back, purring. "I'm just going inside for a moment," I say. "Try not to make too much noise or the porch light will come on." Your eyes widen as you look up at the overhead bulb which will completely expose you. You shiver as I step away, returning a moment later. "Oh, and this is to make things interesting..." I slip a vibrator into your slick, juicy folds, turning it on MED. "Don't cum and don't let that fall out. It'll be enough to trigger the light." I give your ass a swat and vanish back into the apartment, leaving you alone on the porch with your arousal. You can hear me bustling around in the bedroom as I set things up, but can't call out to me for fear of setting off the light. You bite your lip to silence the moans that threaten to spill from your lips as the toy works away inside of you, buzzing deliciously. Someone pulls into the parking lot, parking adjacent to you, and you hold your breath so as not to be noticed. The driver, a woman in her mid-twenties, gets out and walks towards you, talking on her cell phone. She pauses, fumbling in her purse for her keys as you watch her, biting your lip harder and trying to wish her away. She extricates the key ring, taking her sweet time in selecting the key she needs, before unlocking the door and going inside. You let out your breath in a whoosh, relieved. The toy begins to slide out of you, lubricated by your sopping wet pussy. You let out a quiet moan, clenching around it as you attempt to both hold onto it and your slipping control. It doesn't work. The harder you clench the more it starts slipping. You squirm helplessly as it continues to shift, suspended only by an inch or two within your folds. With a despairing moan, it slides out of your pussy and clatters to the deck. You freeze, holding perfectly still as the porch light above you flickers and comes to life, bathing you in a warm golden glow. Your body is completely visible to anyone who drives in now. Luckily, I step outside a minute or two later, manually killing the light as I walk forward. "Tsk tsk, naughty Kitty. I told you not to drop this. Now you're going to have to be punished." You feel the felt of the spanking paddle caress your rear. "I am going to give you twenty-five swats," I purr. "If you make any sound at all, I turn on the light for the rest of them. Understood?" You nod your head wordlessly, shivering. Your pussy is leaking profusely from the toy's stimulation and the anticipation of the paddling. I pick up the toy, holding it out for you to suckle clean, watching as you bathe the device with your lips and tongue. I purr, returning the toy to your pussy. I slide it into you, leaving it on LOW this time as I line up the paddle. "One...*SWAT*..." I count, bringing the paddle down against you. "Two...*SWAT*... three...*SWAT... four...*SWAT*... five...*SWAT..." You fight to suppress the rising moans, biting your tongue. The swats echo around you, deafeningly loud to you but you know they are barely audible down in the parking lot. I continue, counting out loud as we crest ten. Then fifteen. I smirk as I hear you gasp at seventeen, though, reaching up and touching the button beneath the light. "Tut tut," I say, smiling. "I hope no one comes home between now and your last eight swats." The light comes on again, revealing you in your spread, nude glory. You close your eyes, moaning in a mixture of arousal, trepidation and humiliation as I resume spanking you. "...eighteen...*SWAT*...nineteen..." By the time I reach twenty-five, you are writing against the balcony, desperate for relief. I switch off the light, drawing the toy out of you and replacing it with my length. One of my hands curls in your hair as the other covers your mouth, stifling any moaning you were about to do. Your eyes widen as my mouth lowers to your ear. "No cumming, slave," I whisper. "If you cum, you are spending the night tied to the bed, the vibrator dangling between your legs and humming against your pussy lips, while I sleep soundly next to you." I begin to thrust, my hand still curled in your hair as my thighs slam into your buttocks. You stare helplessly down into the parking lot, praying that nobody is going to find us up here. You bite your lip as I drive into you, my hand curled in your hair. A constant reminder of my presence and my order not to cum. Looking down at you, watching you writhe and gasp, impaled on my length, pushes me over the edge and I fill your pussy with my cream, moaning in pleasure. You sink your teeth into your lip, tasting blood, but manage to prevent yourself from following me. I kneel down behind you, my tongue delving into your pussy as I scoop out your cream mixed with mine. You writhe and mewl, achingly close to the edge, and I make certain to keep my tongue slow and tantalizing; never enough to make you cum. When you are clean, I stand up and unlock your wrist cuffs, pulling you upright by your hair. "Now then," I purr, "it's time to begin teasing you in earnest." Your eyes widen as I lead you back into the house by your hair, my firm grip steering you toward the bed. The two bamboo stalks have been bound together in the middle, creating an X on the bed, and there are three rolls of duct tape nearby. You shiver as you see the tape, but I shush you with a series of nibbles along your neck. "No mummification," I assure you. I push you down on the bed, stretching you out so that your body lies atop the X-Frame I have fashioned for you. Testing the size. I purr when it fits perfectly. I stand you up, bringing the frame with you and propping it against the wall. "Position yourself against it." Slowly, once your body is in place, I use the tape to wrap your legs from ankle to mid-thigh, holding them firmly against the lower half of the X. The same thing happens from your wrists to your mid-biceps, pinning your body irrevocably against the upper portion. I see you struggle, testing your bonds, and I wait for a moment before wrapping your midsection to the back, going from your waist to just below your breasts. I lift the whole frame back onto the bed, purring down at you as I straddle your waist. The tip of my length enters your sopping pussy and I can see you trying to thrust, but the tape holds you fast. I purr, smiling evilly down at you as your fingers flex helplessly. "I think I rather like you like this," I whisper, leaning down to kiss you. From beneath the pillows I pull a blindfold, slowly slipping it over your eyes. "And now, let the torment begin..." I whisper as the darkness obscures your vision. You feel soft, tickling bristles begin to tease and dance around your breasts, avoiding your nipples completely but randomly dancing along the soft skin. I see your chest try to arch into the brushes, but the tape holds you down. You grind your teeth, moaning loudly as I continue to tease you. For the next twenty minutes, I continue the slow, random dance as the phantom brushes vanish and reappear, always on your breasts, never touching your nipples. Your breathing deepens, your skin flushing with arousal as your beautiful pussy starts to leak. I lick my lips, watching you hungrily. My time will come, I know, but for now I am going to just enjoy teasing you. The unfortunate thing for you, though, is that they tickle. Oh how they tickle. But it's not enough of a tickle to get you to start laughing or giggling. No, it's a far worse kind of tickle. The kind that builds up inside you until you feel like you're going to explode, but no sound comes out; even when the pressure feels like it's going to split your chest apart. I run the little brushes along your breasts, slowly teasing them down along the ridges of your ribs, those gentle ridges which are so terribly sensitive, and along your hipbones. I tease the inside of your thighs, the soft skin just above your mound and swirl them around your navel. You are shaking in your bonds, your pussy drooling helplessly on the sheets, and I show no sign of mercy. But the one place I never let the brushes go, the one place you wanted me to go long ago, is the glistening mound between your legs. I don't even need to gag you because you are fighting your nonexistent laughter so hard, your body shaking and your teeth clenched tightly. I know that hairbrushes would have made you scream with hysteria if used properly, and I could drive you out of your mind and over the precipice of insanity in under an hour. Instead, I was so thorough—so unhurried and patient—that it was pushing you toward an orgasm which would never come. It was a much slower spiral into gibbering lunacy. You want to thrash; to flail around and push my hands away. Possibly finish yourself off and give yourself the orgasm you so desperately want. Instead, all you can do is whimper and plead, your words broken and barely audible through the thinly constrained laughter in your lungs. You try to arch your hips, to beg me to use the brushes on your slick nether lips that are tingling so much; demanding attention that will never come. Once or twice, I use the stiff wooden end of the brush to nudge your stiff nipples, teasing the swollen and sensitive buds standing out from your breasts. But it never lasts. Soon, I stop teasing immediately and return to brushing your skin in the teasing, tormenting manner; teasing around those stiff, swollen nubs. They ache so badly... A brush teases along your waist, tickling so much more than it should, before makes a right angle turn and moves downward. You gasp, almost biting your lip as the brushes bristles stroke slowly over your engorged mound, coming within a hair's breadth of your tingling, slick pussy. You hold your breath instinctively, waves of arousal hammering your body in tidal waves, making your heart pound in your chest. The brush is coming closer now... closer... closer... A wail of frustration rips from your lips and your exhausted body actually manages a show of struggling as you protest to the teasing. So close! So damned close! You want to scream—to howl like a banshee and shriek with laughter and frustrated arousal until your lungs are empty. You can't pound against the bamboo frame because your arms are restrained so well, and the same goes for your legs. You can't buck your hips, arch your back, or do anything other than just toss your head around frantically. All that frustrated, aroused energy has only one outlet: it feeds into the fire between your legs, making your pussy tingle so much more and drip with the slickness pooling on the sheets. The object of your desire happens so quickly and is so brief and transitory that by the time your body realizes it, the moment has passed. The smooth handle end of one of the brushes—they feel like toothbrushes—nudges your clit upwards. Once. And then it goes back to tracing an agonizingly slow circle around your engorged, puffy nether lips. You shriek with frustration, your body quaking at the touch to your sensitive, throbbing bundle of nerves. What feels like the only one I am bound to give you. You hadn't been ready for it and though the wave of pleasure sweeping through your body was intense, it doesn't conclude anything. In the end, it tingles up your spine and radiates out to your fingers and toes. Finding no release there, it withdraws like a wave on the beach. The dull, tingling feeling of heat in your body seems to become more intense as the pleasure returns to its origin; stoking the raging fire of your desire even higher still while denying your release all the more. Both toothbrushes stroke either side of your slick opening and, for a few frenetic seconds, the tickling clashes with the heat radiating from your moist core. Your entire body is chaos, feeling like every nerve is under assault and every cell in your body is tingling from fingers to toes. I watch your body jerk as if I've run a current through it, pulling on all the restraints holding you in place as the sensations fade; leaving you with a clitoris throbbing so hard I can almost see it. You are almost sobbing delirious tears; so horny you would give anything for an orgasm... but I just keep tickling; ignoring your whispered, breathless pleas. An Exercise in Dominance Ch. 02 You slowly awaken, your hips rocking reflexively as your body instinctually remembers the events of last night. Remembering how I teased and tickled you, played your body like a violin and brought you within a hair's breadth of the edge before cruelly denying you. You shift your hips on the bed, moaning tiredly. You can still feel my lips on your slit, my tongue gently playing over your folds and dancing in slow, maddening circles around your clit. It's almost as if... Your eyes fly open, your wrists immediately snapping taut in their bonds as you moan lustfully. You are bound spread-eagle on the bed, the silken bonds rubbing against your skin as you struggle on the bed. Your chastity belt has been removed and is resting on the bed near your hips, gleaming dully in the morning sunlight. And I? I am stretched out comfortably on the bed between your spread legs, my hands hooked around your thighs as I draw lazy, meaningless designs on your pussy. You mewl in frustration, trying to arch your back or lift your hips; trying to bring your hot, delicious little pussy to me, but I continually back off or move closer, controlling the stimulation as your slit weeps and throbs between your legs. I purr when I realize you are awake, drawing away from your slit. "Good morning, Kitten," I say as I lick your nectar from my lips. "Took you long enough to wake up -- I've been edging you for over an hour. Are you ready for breakfast?" You moan and beg for relief, but there is none forthcoming. I unbind your ankles from the bed, leaving the silken scarves to trail behind your legs, before moving up the bed. I fist a hand in your hair, kissing you hungrily and forcing my tongue into your mouth. Your body moves against mine, fueled by lust and need, as I ravage your lips, sucking on your tongue as my fingers curl tighter and tighter in your hair. Just when it feels like you are going to pass out, I pull away, leaving you dazed and dizzy on the bed. I untie your arms, rolling you over and pinning you down while I fasten them behind your back to ensure that we don't have any 'accidents'. You moan, grinding your hips against the bed in a desperate bid for relief. I tut, gripping your hair and pulling your head up, licking your ear. "And here I was thinking we'd have a nice, sensuous morning. But my Kitten is being so naughty I just have to punish her..." Before you can say a word, I grip a fistful of your hair again and bend you over my knee, your butt thrusting proudly up in the air. I grip the soft, supple flesh of your thighs as I steady you, the fingers of one hand probing your wetness and dragging tortured moans from you. I keep my other hand curled in your hair, forcing your head down as two fingers slip into your folds, massaging you for a moment before I draw my fingers to my mouth, tasting you. "Mmmmm... cooking nicely," I tease, chuckling. I begin to softly tap your bottom, moving from one cheek to the other and back again, following a rhythm only I know. My gentle taps serve to both arouse and sensitize, increasing your responsiveness to the upcoming activities. I pause, rubbing my hand around your delicious butt and then down between your thighs, caressing your hungry, teased slit again and making you moan with need. I repeat the process, my blows landing a little harder and stinging a little more as once more I follow the same rhythm, stopping briefly every now and again to test your wetness. I can hear the moans escaping your mouth each time I touch your needy pussy, the shivers rippling through your body. I keep alternating, my strikes becoming steadily harder and harder until I am all but pounding on your poor, helpless bottom. As your moans begin to rise in pitch, I allow you to cool down by stroking your pussy, spreading your wetness around on your butt before resuming my paddling. You are moaning almost constantly, all but writhing as I spank you. I push you off as you land on your knees, twisting your bound hands behind you as your hips move of their own accord. I keep my hand fisted in your hair as I pull out my length, forcing it into your mouth to stifle your moans and pleas for release. You immediately begin to suck, your lips moving over my hardness as I pump it in and out of your mouth, moaning lustfully. A few moments later, spurred on by the erotic sight of your lips wrapped around my shaft, I spill over the edge, filling your mouth with my seed. You whimper, aching to feel the same release I just inflicted up on you, as I pull my length from your mouth. I pull you to your feet, turning you around and marching you towards the door, my teeth moving along your neck. "It's time to eat," I growl softly. "But don't think I'm going to give you a reprieve from your teasing." I feel you shiver in my arms as I guide you out of the bedroom and down the stairs into the dining room. I hear you moan as you see what I have set up for you. There is a chair pushed up to the table with a small raised bump in the center. Partially concealed beneath the upholstery of the seat is the magic wand vibrator. I push you down in the chair, undoing your wrist bindings for a moment. I quickly retie your wrists to the edge of the chair, using another length of rope to tie your hips down so that your clit is pressed down against the vibrator before making use of your ankle bindings, tying your feet to the legs of the chair, preventing you from finding any leverage to seek relief from the wand. I flick it on, letting it thrum gently against your slit as I bustle about in the kitchen. A moment later I return with a bowl of oatmeal, placing it in front of you and picking up the spoon. I turn the toy to high and, as you gasp in surprise, push the spoon filled with apple crisp oatmeal between your lips. You splutter in surprise, chewing it and glaring at me before gulping it down as I flick the vibrator off. I continue feeding you, changing the intensity of the vibrator until you are writhing in the chair, pulling futilely at your bonds. I chuckle, switching off the chair as you gasp and moan, right on the edge of climax. You whimper and grind your hips worthlessly into the chair, trying to find some way to cum. It doesn't work. I unfasten your ankles and wrists, retying the latter behind your back before releasing you from the chair. "Come on, Kitten. I need to know what the weather will be like. You're going to come watch a little bit of TV with me." I sit down on the couch, pulling you down over my lap again. You shiver, expecting another spanking, but I have other ideas. Instead, I rub my fingers over your butt and trace senseless lines down over your pussy. I can feel your nectar soaking through my pant leg and lick my lips, thinking of how I can punish you for it later. My fingers brush your clit and you let out an involuntary little squeak, shaking over my legs. I pinch your inner thigh, chuckling. "Be glad it is just my fingers teasing you and not my length," I remind you. "Or another vibrator." Your clit is burning with need, pulsing in time to your heartbeat as I continue teasing you. After I select the proper channel, I push you off my lap and onto the floor. "Kneel facing the television," I tell you, "and put your face against the ground. Spread your legs." You hurry to comply, exposing your delicious butt and soaked pussy, the lips puffy and engorged with need. I lick my lips, shifting off the couch and kneeling behind you. I reach up onto the coffee table and select a bottle of warming lube—something sure to get you squirming—and squirt a dollop onto my hand. I slowly apply it to your dripping pussy. You wiggle your butt at me enticingly, moaning as you rub your cheek against the carpet. I smirk, moving back up onto the couch and drawing you up with me, sitting you between my legs. I cup your breasts, making you gasp and roll your hips against the couch, your pussy gaping and clenching as it seeks some kind of stimulation; fulfillment. Instead, it finds nothing but emptiness and denial as I continue to flick and tease your breasts, my fingers pinching and rolling as I casually watch the weather reports. I keep this up until I am certain you are going to cum from the nipple teasing alone before abandoning you, leaving you to whimper and squirm in my lap as you try to press your butt against my length; trying to tease me into taking you. I smirk again -- that will come soon enough. For a little while -- ten minutes, perhaps -- I let you cool down. I keep you pinned against my chest as I watch the forecast as well as a few of the top news stories before I stand up with you, my hand returning to your hair and holding your head still as I nibble and suck your neck, moving up to chew softly on that sensitive spot behind your ear. "Do you want me inside you?" I ask, a growl lacing my voice. You nod, grinding your butt against my groin. I purr, pushing you over the arm of the couch and plunging into you in one fell swoop. "Don't cum," I order you, beginning to thrust slowly in and out of you. You mewl and whimper, squirming as you twist your wrists in a vain attempt to get them free. I keep thrusting, growling with pleasure until I spill over and fill you with my seed. You whimper, all but catatonic with need as I stand you up, withdrawing from you and leading you back upstairs. "I have a little surprise for you," I purr, shivering as I think about it. You squirm in my arms, obviously aware that my 'surprise' is going to involve your yummy pussy leaking all over the place without any hope for relief. I push you down on your knees as we enter the bedroom, maneuvering you until your back is up against the footboard of the bed. I spread your arms out, fastening them to the bedposts. You look up at me, wondering what I have planned, but I shush you gently as I work. I draw your hips out, arching your back as I bind you in this position, leaving your body totally helpless and vulnerable, your legs spread apart to reveal your dripping slit. I chuckle, leaving the room for a moment. You squirm and test your bonds, but find that they are as inescapable as always. I return a moment later, setting a glass bowl on the floor and rigging up a string that dangles from the ceiling. At the end of the string is a small silver key, encased in a block of ice the size of my fist. I smirk down at you. "I bet you're wondering what this is for, hm?" you nod as I pick up some rope. I stand in front of you, binding my ankles to the bed frame so that my length hangs directly in front of your mouth, just out of reach. I see you strain forward, but I too far by maybe an inch. I chuckle at your needy whimper, continuing to set up my 'surprise'. I rig the dangling vibrator to hang behind me, buzzing against your clit. You moan and squirm, arching and bucking your hips. It doesn't help, only serving to bounce the toy off of your pussy and keep you teased and frustrated. Speaking of which, I strap a tiny bullet vibrator beneath the head of my length, turning it on low and taping the control box to my thigh. I moan as the vibrations tease and torment me, placing one of the ties around the base of my length to keep myself from spilling over the edge. It's so good I can barely stand it, riding the edge like this. For my last trick, before I lose my nerve, I reach above my head and seize a pair of handcuffs hanging from a rope. I loop my left wrist through it, clicking it shut. I look at the block of ice, estimating that it will melt in about four hours. I smirk down at you. "Until that ice melts, I can't get free... which means neither can you. I'll hold the thread which leads to the key. You? You get to just stare at my length and wish it was inside you... in your mouth, or maybe in your hungry little pussy..." I use my free hand to pick up a red ballgag, putting it around my head and popping it into my mouth and silencing myself. A blindfold follows next, teasing me by not allowing me to see how sexy you are. I take the thread leading to the key and, my nerve still on the verge of faltering, I reach up and lock my other wrist into the cuffs. I purr, my hips already jerking on the edge of an orgasm that won't come and I let out a tortured moan into the gag, the gravity of my torment setting in as I tug at my cuffs and rock my hips. And yet all I can think about is how it's going to be a wonderful, horny four hours. An Exercise in Dominance You try to get me to respond, dancing your beautiful body as much as you can in the restraints, mewling and pleading, offering me your soaked pussy... but instead, I just keep going. Not a word escapes my lips – the only sounds you can hear are your own labored breathing and the brushes: in this case, one scraping softly beneath the toes of your left foot and the other making slow, torturous circles around your drenched slit. Nothing but the brushes even touch you, and you cannot even hear me breathing. It is as if I have vanished; replaced by a diaphanous mist which teases and caresses you instead. Your body sags on the X-Frame, your breathing labored. After the frantic burst of energy born from the combination of orgasmic and tickling impulses, it looks as though your body is out of energy. You are limp in the restraints, your body flushed with sweat, and I can see you are finally coming to terms with the fact that you are helpless. Utterly and truly helpless. But above all else, all you can feel is your arousal. That delicious, slick burning between your lips which has been undisturbed since your binding, save for one brief, teasing touch. No bristles have stroked down your velvety folds, kicking up the erotically ticklish feelings to send you into a whirlwind of orgasmic bliss. I can tell, kneeling between your legs, that if I even breathed on you now you would explode into an orgasm. Maybe within seconds. Maybe instantly. Your body, exhausted as it is, responds traitorously to every stroke and tease. It is a wholly unbearable, erotic torture disguised as tickling. And then suddenly, you feel the brushes taper off and cease. Your breathing changes as you moan, quaking against the X-Frame. Something new? Maybe something more fulfilling than... With a feeling of relief so profound that you cry out in joy, you feel something very soft—perhaps a small bundle of downy feathers—start teasing along the swollen, shining mound between your legs. I watch you surrender to the sensations, the ticklishness of the brushes, now teasing the toes of your left foot with a slightly more obvious pace, the erotic sensations on your nether lips... I watch your breathing deepen further, turning into hoarse pants as you prepare yourself for the inevitable surge of erotic bliss that would come from having your aching sex finally receiving its stimulation. You prepare yourself as best you can, giggling hysterically as the tickling ripples throughout your body, your clit stiffening and throbbing with want. And then I hear you let out a desperate sob of laughter as the realization slams home. The soft, downy feathers between your legs are not enough. It was just an even worse tease than before because while the spirit of your wish has been granted, the substance has not. That barely-there, ghostly tickle is far too faint to do anything. I can tell that your mind is drifting beyond rationale, floating somewhere else as I torment your helpless body. You are helpless, and that is what is making you hornier than anything. You love being mine—my captive and my slave—and your body feels so warm to the touch that I can only wonder how it feels to be in your skin. Touching you makes me feel like I have been burned. Anything more than the agonizingly light touch of the down against your lips would drive you over the edge... and then everything stops, leaving you dangling on an edge that has been lasting for what feels like an eternity. You writhe, mewling and moaning I lean back against the footboard, watching you as I lick my lips. After several minutes pass, you feel something creep up your left thigh. A long, white feather. You breathe a startled "No!" at the sensation as I begin to stroke it up and down the left side of your pussy. And then another feather joins in, this time on the opposite side of your gushing folds. Dancing left and right of your opening, but never touching it. You plead and moan, your sentences broken by little moans and the occasional giggle. Your whole body tightens, betraying the strain of what the feathers are putting you through. But despite your best efforts, the tight bondage prevails and your wet womanhood is left wanting, edging orgasm for too long a time. "Please!" you beg, moaning louder. "Do I need to gag you and drag this on for several more hours?" I whisper, the smirk in my voice killing even the tiniest bit of hope in you that I would show you mercy... to stop the tickling or to let you reach orgasm. "This is a long time to be denied orgasm and tickled. Maybe I should make you pass out so we can start over, after you've recovered... and we can do it again and again and again..." You start begging me in earnest not to do that. To stop tickling. To let you cum. You are crying behind the blindfold, your desperate pleas and screams for mercy sounding like music to my ears, broken only by the occasional weary, lustful moan or a light giggle. "Not good enough," I say after listening to you beg me. The feathers slowly begin to wind down your legs, dancing over your immobile, soft sole: driving you crazy and making you crave reprieve... but at the same time the flood of liquid between your legs shows that you crave more as well. I drag the feathers over your round, sexy heels... up the curved lines of your arches and over the hill of the balls of your feet... all the way up to the tip of each toe. There, the feathers remain for a few strokes to tease the sensitive digits before descending languorously down to your heel again. They go through the same process, over and over, each time choosing a different toe to end with. A different digit to torment. This slow, tormenting stimulation makes you not only writhe and giggle, but also moan with lust. Time and time again, the feathers travel from your feet to your aching, dripping pussy. And time and time again, they take you to the brink of an orgasm, stimulating your soft, beautiful soles. The blindfold intensifies the feelings; hiding my actions so you will never know where I am going to strike next. And every time you hang on the edge of that orgasm, the sensations withdraw to your soles, leaving your pussy to gape and drool with need. The sensation on your soles is the only thing in your universe: torturous and beautiful. Again and again, you are brought to the edge only to be left dripping and moaning as the feathers tease your soles and toes relentlessly. I grant your feet a small reprieve, reaching up with the long, white plumes and slowly dragging them across the silky skin over your collarbone. I dance it over the spaces in the tape covering your torso, stroking every rib I can find and teasing around your breasts. You pant and writhe, your pussy pours cream onto the bed at this point as you giggle relentlessly... suffering at my hands. Suffering for me. You are helpless: forced to take the tickling. This slow, maddening sensation as the feather teases you... and you know it will be a long time before I relent. Maybe hours, maybe not until tomorrow. You don't know if I will ever allow you release: from your bondage or sexually. Slowly, the dance of the feathers on your skin strips your mind and sanity away. Slowly, all of your torment will give way to the sensual feelings of the feathers. The feathers are everywhere on your torso. I let them dance and caress your ribs, counting them one at a time and going on to draw long, unending lines on your belly. They dip into your navel, slowly probing and teasing the sensitive skin... and then they go on up to your breasts. In slow, seductive spirals they circle your beautiful nipples, quickly eroding any mental defenses as the radii of the spirals continue to decrease. By the time the feathers are dancing along the edges of your pebbled nipples, you are moaning constantly, your pussy gushing. For the next few minutes, I let the feathers dance on those willing, sensitive mounds of flesh. Every touch is like an electric impulse, wracking your concentration and shooting sparks of fire to your slit. And just as you reach the peak of your arousal, almost ready to cum from breast stimulation alone, the feathers stop. Wasting no time, I use a strip of silk—it feels like the bathrobe belt—to bind your jaw shut. You struggle in surprise as a single feather begins to slowly dance across those full, sexy lips of yours. The tickling continues, driving you crazy in all the best and worst ways. Despite the frantic dance of your head, the feather always finds them. Time slowly passes for you, the feather continuing to dance. Cruel. Casual. N ever-ending. Seconds tick by into minutes, which feel as if they tick by into hours. And each one becomes a grain of sand which slowly passes, each one carrying a tale of sweet suffering for you. I keep it up, the gentle feather transforming your lips into a powerful erogenous zone. Gently, each stroke sneaks in a tender, barely-felt erotic impulse which slowly feeds into the raging inferno between your legs. And then you feel the knife. It is a short, straight-bladed device; probably my other antique Tibetan dagger. It slices through the tape holding your legs down. You flex them gently as I lift them up toward your breasts, your steaming pussy exposed to me. You feel cool metal around your waist and you begin to thrash, screeching through your bound jaws at me. Without another word, I spray you with a light mist and you feel the familiar tingling in your loins. Arousal gel. You scream in frustration, your lower body twisting and thrashing with its newfound freedom as I wrestle you down. I force your legs apart, the belt's crotch plate coming up and clicking into place with finality. You moan and sob, your hips moving restlessly as I cut the rest of the tape away. I chuckle as you tear the blindfold and silk strap away, pleading with your eyes and mewling in frustration, begging me to please have mercy. To let you cum. That you've been good... I fist my hand in your hair, dragging your mouth to my length and forcing it between your lips before you have a chance to beg me further. With my hands in your hair, I control the speed as you suckle me hungrily, my length moving in and out of your warm, wet mouth. It doesn't take me long to cum, spilling my seed down your throat as you greedily swallow it all. I push you down on the bed, straddling you and fisting my hands in your hair once more. "I love you, my sweet, Creamy Kitten," I purr, ravaging your mouth with mine, tasting myself on your tongue as you moan and writhe beneath me. I suckle your tongue, purring. I know that tonight will be a long, restless night for you as you dream of the feather... unable to find any release from the steel belt. I hold your body against mine as I turn out the lights, kicking the X-Frame to the floor. "Sleep well, my pet. Perhaps tomorrow, if you're good, I'll let you cum." And with that I fall asleep, my strong arms pinioning you in place as you moan, squirming as you settle for what you know is going to be a long, arousal-filled night.