2 comments/ 32077 views/ 2 favorites Silken Dreams By: BondDave This is a fictional story, no one specific model I know is the basis for it, more like a mix of various ladies' appearance, personalities and a healthy dose of my fantasy. Being a photographer working with some incredible ladies, I've been able to capture several fantasies on film. Of course, the fantasy always eludes to it being more, the camera capturing lovers' games or a kidnaping, stopping before the true intimacy. There are other producers who bend the rules, travel and have relationships so that the penetration either isn't real, or is and under the circumstances, isn't considered rape. Fiction eludes to the fantasy, the desire of the intimacy. I've had the incredible pleasure to work with incredible women, beautiful, fun, and in many cases, in love with the bondage I put them in. I always try to get as much communication with the ladies as possible, finding their preferences, likes, dislikes, desires, favorite ties, ones they'd love to be in or try, limits to how long or in what position they can be in. What's more, I like to know the woman behind the model, the person behind the image. During shoots, we joke, compare notes and even philosophies. In that, I've made a LOT of friends. And I wouldn't trade that for anything. But I'll be honest. There have been times that go beyond what you wish to maintain as a professional. You want the intimacy, the desire eluded to by her eyes, her gagged moans sounding so much like the passions of a woman you're making love to. That's part of the fantasy, the sounds, the appearance, the touch, the scent of her perfume and sex as the session turns her on. You want to reach over, touch her breast, finger her wet pussy, all kinds of things. The desire's natural, but I pride myself on being a professional and a gentleman. I'm one of the good guys in this business. And even though you see her beauty, when she takes your breath away, when she's completely bound and helpless, I push on through the moment, not fully enjoying it. I'm on a time table, and I can appreciate the pics later. They are lovely, moments of fantasy and fetish, fantasy captured in the reality of the moment. Then of course, the session is done, the model signs the release for her image and name, you pay her, and usually get a hug out of it, maybe a kiss on the cheek. It's all in fun, games played when we were children with the opposite sex with an adult twist. They go back to their lovers, partners, husbands, they love the experience of the silk on their bodies. And I've made another friend. Always a great thing to have, a contact in the adult fetish world, a beautiful model who can't wait to tell her friends to work with me. It's an experience I cherish. But still, I can't help but wish that the ladies I tie in silks and satins, in scarves and saris would either want to do it more for the fun of it, or the genuine desire to experience more that just a fantasy photo and video session, wishing to be more intimate, and didn't have to leave to return to someone that they've already given their hearts to. I can't fault them, and their partners and lovers are EXTREMELY lucky to have them in their lives! I guess I just wish, despite the years it never has, that I'd find that special lady to make it more real. Or my fantasies, at least. A wish for a woman to want to be with me for me, not the money for a photo session, being so in love or in passion with me I'd have to tie her up just to keep her off of me! It's good to dream, I guess. It's what's worked for me so far. "So, what's the difference between a Silk Lady and a Silk Slave?" Scarlet asked. Scarlet Satine, not her real name, but one she chose to go by. Actually it's her second name in the modeling and fetish community, recently changed to either get away from her more hardcore work in the past or to get around some other drama. I met her before at the conventions, God she's beautiful! Now she's going for a softer image, her red hair contrasted by her deep blue eyes. Petite yet healthy in all the right places, a smile that lights up the room and melts anyone's heart. We've talked quite a bit, she loves silk and rich, dark colors, she used to play with scarves growing up as a little girl. Her first playful experience with bondage when she was young, and a fetish for all things silky. She loves using scarves as accessories, belts, around her neck, on her shoulder, pareo wrap skirt for the beach. But surprisingly, she hasn't used them for bondage much since she went into modeling. Now I get to work with her. She was intrigued watching my demos, hearing from several model friends and acquaintances about me, as I've also heard them mention how she seems to have a genuine fetish for satin, hence her name. Because of all this, she was ideal to be my number one Silk Lady this year for the convention. She was picking out the scarves for her wardrobe when she asked me what the difference was. "Well, in my definition, a Silk Lady is a woman who is still treated like a lady. The bondage is soft, fun, consensual of course. But it's not painful, she's not humiliated or diminished, she just happens to be in scarves and saris for bondage. Nothing is taken or done without her consent or permission, she's not used or abused. A Silk Slave is more of a deeper BDSM relationship, the slave has given of herself to be a sub, her Dom or Master's property. She'll still be tied and such, but there's no permission asked for being used or made to do something, she belongs to her Dom. She has less say if any in the way she's tied or treated. Of course, I wouldn't do anything extreme in that case like blood or scat play, but she'd still be watched over by me." "I see. And would you punish your Silk Slave with whips, nipple clamps, that kind of thing if she misbehaved?" Scarlet asked, picking several large red and burgundy scarves for her top, skirt and ever present neck scarf as well as a few more to be tied in. "I suppose that would be up to the Dom, and the sub's interests. For me, I'm not a big fan of pain, but I could use sensation and her bondage as punishments. The ties would be more stringent, she'd be left in them longer, the gags would be more difficult, if she had a vibrator or two tied on her, she would be brought to the brink of orgasm several times but not allowed to cum, that sort of thing. I guess it depends on the Dom and sub in the relationship. Another nice thing to do would be to tie and gag her while watching a show I love but she can't stand, or if she was good, to do the same thing for shows we both enjoy, like a sci-fi marathon or something." We both laughed a bit while a light seemed to come on in her eyes. "I had a boyfriend years ago that did that to me! He was watching NASCAR and I was nagging him about it, he handcuffed me hand and foot, ball-gagged me, then put a thick collar and leash on me, lashing me to the other end of the couch! I was drooling all over myself, he ripped my t- shirt open, pulled my shorts and panties down, he'd touch my nipples and pussy with cold beer cans, he drove me crazy! So that would definitely be a good punishment for a bad slave." "So, you're into this kind of thing personally then?" I asked. "Oh yeah, for years. I've always liked the feel of being restrained, but in almost all the shoots I've done or all the guys I've been involved with, they had the leather fetish, or the ex-boyfriend I was telling you about had a big handcuff fetish, or used rope. And not even the soft nylon rope, but the rough hemp rope. It's good for ties and pictures, but I think that the scarves would be much better," she said as she pulled an oblong burgundy striped scarf tight between her hands. "I'd have to agree, Scarlet" "And, I have SO many scarves at home too, it'd be nice to use them for something like that for fun!" I smiled as I helped her into her outfit. Stripping down to everything but her black thong panties, I helped her tie her large red square scarf on as a skirt tied at her side, the oblong burgundy scarf from her back, crossed in front on her breasts and tied behind her neck as a top, and a ten foot long deep red scarf to match her hair, wrapped around her neck twice and tied off in the back, one end dangling down her back with the other over her right shoulder to her knees. She dove into the scarves on the bed like Scrooge McDuck and his money bin, playing in the sea of silk and satin, she was a beautiful adult woman, but playing with the scarves on the bed and in front of a mirror turned her into a little girl playing in her mother's dresser again. I snapped away as she tried them on, wrapped herself in them, closing her eyes to feel the material caressing her like a lover's touch. We recorded a video of her playing in front of a mirror and offering her wrists to me, scarves in hand, asking, "Please Master, would you tie me up?" Of course, I'm never going to refuse an offer like this. We started having small talk as I tied her, checking that her bonds were firm but not so tight to cut off circulation. As I tied the scarves over, under and between her breasts, I noticed her closing her eyes and cocking her head to the side, feeling the silk on her neck and shoulder. I could see by her nipples through her scarf top she was becoming aroused witht he silk being taught on her breasts. "Enjoying yourself, are you?" I smiled and asked. She opened her eyes and smiled, blushing slightly. "Oh yeah," She said softly. "Well, we have three hours today, my demo Saturday, and you're staying with me here all this weekend, so you'll have plenty of time to enjoy the scarves all you want. I also have a standing offer to all my Silk Ladies that should they need to borrow a scarf for an outfit, or some for shoots, or even for a silk massage like my Finale' during the con, my door is always open." "Have you had any takers on that yet?" "On the fashion part yes, on the shoots, a couple times. On the other part? Not yet. But I keep the option open just in case," I say with a smile. I look into her eyes, her deep eyes framed by the crimson hair and silk around her neck. I've always loved a beautiful face, and hers is almost flawless. Plus she's very comfortable with this, and we're getting along great. It's a great moment, I grab my camera and snap several shots and angles of my ever bound beauty. I tie an oblong pink scarf to the center of her breast bondage, tied to her top bound to the back of her neck. I tell her it's time to prepare her crotchrope. "Are you going to take my panties off?" She asks. "Hmm...I can, if you'd like. I was going to knot the crotchrope for just the right spot anyway then tie the end to your wrists. Would you like them off?" "You're the photographer, it's your shoot. Besides, I know how some people like using panties for gags." "True, but with the bondage I normally have around a woman's neck, I don't normally use mouth stuffing. I can usually use multiple layer gags to do the same thing, and you don't have to worry about the lace or ends tickling the back of the throat and be a choking hazard. Have you done much panty gags before?" "Mmm hmm." "Is it something you like doing? With your panties, or if there's another woman on the shoot, with hers?" "Actually, yeah. With another woman, if I know her and she's hot, sure. But I've had my own panties used as a gag before, I actually like it. It makes me feel naughty," she said with a smile. "All right then, panties off!" I can't help but smile as I slowly pull down her silky thong to reveal a clean shaven, and slightly moist nether region. Once pulled off her silky smooth legs, I show her a plan to get the most out of the panty gag without being a choking hazard.I grap a striped lavender oblong scarf, a foot wide by six feet long. I put the scarf on the bed, the place the wadded panties into the center of it. After folding it width wise twice, I tie a knot into the scarf into its center over the panty filling, creating a large cloth bulge for a ball gag. I make sure the hair is out of Scarlet's face, and slowly put the cloth wad into her mouth, making sure to fill her cheeks with the excess, not down her throat. After making sure she's okay with it, I knot the scarf behind her head, checking if it's all right with the first tie, then finishing it off with a second. She tests the gag, feeling how secure it is by turning her head, working her jaw and moaning into the gag with the mmphhing of a securely gagged damsel. With that, I secure her crotchrope to her bound wrists, much to her pleasure. I then gather some blue and purple scarves to tie her ankles, above and below her knees, and finally a length to cinch all the bonds between her legs. I snap more pics and record a video file. She squirms in her ties seductively, rolling on the bed and moaning in her gag both with the attempts to cry out for help, and the glee she feels when she pulls on her silken bonds, writhing in the cool scarves on the bed. I add a gold paisley pattern with red border scarf as an over the mouth gag, repeating the pattern of checking when I tie the knot. "Mmmmmphhh..." she moaned as I put the second gag to her mouth. I checked to see if she was all right, she nodded and moaned out a "mmm hmmmph" for a yes. "You really do love this, don't you?" I asked, as she moans out another 'mmm hmmmph'. Her cheeks picking up lets me know she's smiling beneath her gags. As I get my camera for more pics and video clips to capture her passions in living color and sound, I tell her this is only the beginning, to which she begins to slowly thrust her hips, moaning in her gags, tugging on her silk crotchrope. She's breathtaking, and I don't know if she's doing this purely for the camera or out of sheer genuine pleasure, but I could watch her forever. Unfortunately there's more to do and time is money, so I sit her up on the side of the bed. "You're gonna love this, Scarlet! Remember I was telling you about the satin silk scarves?" I ask as I thumb through the pile of scarves behind her. She mmpphhs and nods. I pull out a huge 42 inch square shawl, black and white chessboard and medals pattern. One of the softest of my collection. I unfold it, seeing her eyes widen."What I love about satin silk is, it's so soft, it feels like liquid silk. See?" as I caress her bound, bare arms with it. " MMMMPHHH!!!!"she moans as the cool shawl on her flesh. I see goose pimples on her legs and arms as Scarlet closes her eyes, soaking in every physical sensation. I slowly pull it from her arms to her face, pulling it from right to left, cupping her face with one end. She throws her head back, feeling as much as she can with her chin and already silk bound neck. I see her crotchrope tense from her breast bondage, Scarlet is pulling on it hard. This woman was incredible! I whisper in her ear to imagine feeling this on every inch of her body, her body shivered. As I pulled the shawl away, her eyes open, dilated and with so much longing. "I don't normally do this with mouth stuffing, but I have an idea. Are you breathing okay?" I ask, with a moaning nod. I take the shawl from end to end and fold it in half for a triangle. " By now, I'd normally tie a headscarf on you to secure the gag, and so you can feel it more. But for now, I want you to feel this a little differently, I'll add the rest in a bit." I describe as I put the center of the shawl to her face over her nose, and tie it behind her head as a mask. Once double knotted, I take the ends around her neck, and tie it under her chin. Being a slippery material, I knew it would have to be secure but not too tight. I smooth out the material on her face, brushing any hair from her eyes. "Do you like it?" She nods, trying to moan out a 'thank you' from her layered gag and satin silk mask. The moment was too pure not to ask my next question. "This is a little unusual, but I've asked this of my Silk Ladies before. Would it be okay if I gave your gagged mouth a kiss?" A nodding moan was accompanied by closing both eyes, then looking into mine. I leaned in, taking hold of her long neck scarf in one hand, pulling her close. I smiled, then said "Thank you." I kissed her, feeling the layers of silk between us, her moaning softly, feeling the breath beneath the satin silk. She moved her head to reciprocate the kiss, I could barely feel her lips trying to return that passion as best she could. I know the moment was a few seconds, but it felt so much longer, I had to force myself to pull away. But what surprised me was when Scarlet opened her eyes, and leaned forward to continue contact. She put her cheek against mine, her satin covered face caressing my left side, moaning and mmphhing as she moved her gagged face down to my neck, continuing to caress my flesh with her bondage, her muffled voice showing her ecstacy. Was this really happening? I was stunned, feeling the moment as she moved from one side of my neck and face to the other. I playfully exclaim this has to be the greatest fucking gagged kiss in history, or at least mine! As my comment was my attempt to keep my composure with my head swimming, I stood up while thanking her. But as I looked down at her, she looked up at me with wanting eyes. She slipped off the bed, carefully going from her feet to her knees. As I was about to ask what she was doing, she placed her gagged and masked face into my crotch! "MMMmmmmphhhh!!!" she moaned as she pressed into my jeans. At that moment, the blood all but left my skull, and was going to reinforce my already erect penis at her bound face's touch. She looked up at me with those eyes, continuing to grind hungrily into me with her silk mask and gags. I was stunned, with fantasies screaming in my mind. I've had two women who were incredibly aroused by one another attack each other's sex after a shoot, but trying to be professional, I told them as much as I absolutely HATED having to stop this, I had another shoot with two women due any moment now. I hated to do it, but I was just becoming a photographer the rest of the community was taking as a professional, as one of their own. I didn't want to screw it up, and I know how quickly a bad reputation can haunt someone. I called her name, but she wouldn't stop. I tell her not to start something she's not prepared to finish, she lets out a moan that sounds like a giggle, and continues to seduce me with her passion and hunger. I took the end of her red silk scarf, and pulled it away from me, holding her back like a leash. She was startled, but then went back to rest on her legs, not choking herself. Every bit of willpower and sense of judgement I have is mustered for what I say next." Scarlet, I'm really loving that you're into this. REALLY. But, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but if I pull my dick out right now, I'm going to get into a whole other set of films, do something that's either gonna break adult film laws, or that might make you look like a prostitute because I'm paying you. As much as I want to go where you're going, I don't want to do that. Now I can either stop shooting, and keep going with this. But you're not gonna get paid for it. Or we can continue to shoot. And once you sign the release, are paid and the shoot is officially over, if you want to continue to explore this, I'd LOVE that!" Part of me doesn't know if I should be proud, called a liar or smacked upside my head for being so monumentally stupid. "Now, if you want to finish what you started, come close to me. If you want to continue the shoot, give me a nod." She looks into my eyes with hers, I can't tell if I'm feeling my heart sink or hers by looking at her. She closes her eyes, and nods. I lean down and pick her up onto the bed again. I felt her silken cheek caress mine again, and hope I'm not a complete moron. More scarves are added for blindfolds and headscarves, the pics and video turns out okay. Silken Dreams After I remove her mask and gag layers, we talk as I untie her. "I've never done that before on a shoot. I've done girl-girl shoots, but never with a guy before. That's totally not me. But when I was in the silk, we were having a moment, and I..." "Maybe I shouldn't have asked for that kiss. It's not professional, but..." "No no, I liked the kiss. Though you couldn't really call it a kiss, if your lips can't fully touch, it doesn't count. I think...I really have a silk and satin fetish!" "THAT'S good!" I said. "I really do want to do this shoot, I need the money. And I know that if I get a little crazy, I have a man watching out for me. That's rare," she said with a smile. "Yeah, rare like a fucking Dodo," I say, trying to make a joke. As she became free and had a smoke break, I prepared the saris for the next shoot. I kept thinking I did the right thing, despite how stupid I felt. I wasn't going to let it get to me, this was Thursday and we had a five day weekend. It was the heat of the moment. We can have some fun, and see where things go...later. At least I hope there'll be a later. She dressed like a goddess in the saris. Satin silk deep red and black for her outfit, that same passion was in her eyes for every pic. We started joking around again, she was tied in so many ways. Sari armbinder, silk mummification with three saris on top of that, silk hogtied, wearing one as a headscarf and cape, complete bondage from head to toe topped off with a silk sari gagging and head cocooning, all with her red scarf as part of her wardrobes. She never wanted to remove it, who was I to argue? The next two hours went by so fast. I was just in a sea of endorphins, in the back of my mind wondering if I screwed up? I tried not to think about it, losing myself in the moment. Finally it was time for my Finale'. With the black satin silk as a bedspread, I tied Scarlet to the bed, nude except for her scarf. She reminded me of Mina Harker from the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. The red and black satin silk sari dress she had before were her neck bonds, the center of it tied around her neck secured with a double knot behind her head. Each end was tied to the legs of the bed, well out of reach. If I didn't tie any other part of her body, she still couldn't slip her head out of her bonds, nor could she reach the ends to untie herself. An interesting play on freedom and restraint, but I spread her legs and tied a burgundy sari around her spread ankles, duplicating the ties at the bed's legs. With no headboard, I could tie her a few different ways. I could tie her wrists to the ends of the saris tethered to the bed legs, to her sides, but I decided to be nice...that, and she requested it. I tied her wrists in front with a floral print satin silk scarf, placed between her legs and tied in place with the other end of her long scarf, run from her back up between her legs. With her bonds in place, I blindfolded her with a black silk scarf with star patterns. "You'd better gag me, because I WILL play with myself until I cum with the end of this scarf! Please Master?" I wasn't rolling yet, that wasn't for the camera! Normally I like to keep the ladies ungagged to see their miles, their licking their lips. But for this? Oh yeah, the pink crotchrope from earlier would be perfect! Double knotted, I gagged her and tied it behind her head. The passionate moans from her gag began again. Was it the silks? The satins? Her own juices that made her such a perfect Silk Lady? I don't know. But as I started the Finale', it was obvious that all of the above were having her react again. The Finale' consists of my taking my saris, from least soft to most soft, nearly 4 feet wide and 18-20 feet long of varying textures, and pull them across my Lady's body. The second the material hit her breasts, her nipples grew again, the occasional goos flesh coming and going, her moans becoming louder and more frequent. The only thing I could discern from her gag speak was 'please', 'Master' and 'thank You'. Every pass I did twice, once for pics, the second for movies. She loved every pass, the material cool from the air becoming hot from her body heat, and her hands buried between her legs with the satin silk. China silks leading up to the satin silks, and for the final, I decided to let her be the first to experience true satin, as that was her true fetish. I unfurled a sheet of creamy white satin, as wide as my saris, but ten yards long. I slowly pulled it across her, Scarlet's moans becoming more frequent and louder, her hands shuffling beneath the passing satin. I could smell her sex so strongly now, and as I neared the end of the first pass, she strained against her bonds, throwing her head back in an explosion of release. "NNNNGGHHH!!! Mmphh gmd YMMMSSS! MMMMMPHHHH!!!!!" She screamed, her orgasm shaking her entire body, I wondered if a single gag would be enough to muffle her from the next rooms! As I stopped to reposition the satin for the last pass, I asked her if she were ready for the last pass. She nodded and moaned fiercely. I started recording for the video, and she kept going! I couldn't tell if she was working up to another orgasm or continuing the first one, her breaths becoming harder and deeper. Sweat glistened as yard after yard of satin pulled across her body, ending in another thunderous orgasm. As I stopped rolling, I pulled down her gag and asked if she was all right, answering "Yes! Oh God yes!!" I let her catch her breath, untying her bound wrists from her scarf tether, and untying the ends of her sari bonds. As I looked up from the final knot being undone from her bed bondage, I saw her pull off her blindfold, working on her wrist bonds with her mouth, one end of the satin silk binding her soaked with her spent passion. As I did a final ending interview, she laid in the bed, covered in her neck bonds as a sheet. She told the camera how she never wanted it to end, and that she as glad I picked her to be my number one Silk Lady. After stating how much she had to repay me for it all, she licked her lips. I turned the camera around to look at me and said, "This woman's gonna dehydrate me! I'm gonna lose every fluid like a vampire attack, but DAMN I'm gonna die happy!" She laughed as the clip ended. As she fought to get out of bed, I put the money and the model release form on the table. She walked over to sign it, still wearing the neck scarf and sari that was binding her to the bed. I went to the used pile and undid her panties from her earlier gag. She really did look entrancing, the dual ends of the sari trailing to the floor and two feet behind her. As I saw her gathering her clothes, I went to see the release form. As I took the picture for her ID, I noticed her name was Sandra Duncan. Sandy Duncan, no wonder she chose a different stage name. "Well Miss Duncan, I'm glad to meet the lady behind the model." "And you too sir!" She smiled and hugged me tightly, her bare breasts on my chest, my heart beating faster to match hers. The scent of her perfume and hair mixes with her sex and my head swims again. "Umm...you have a shoot in three hours, right?" "Yeah, and don't you have one at seven?" She asks as she pulls off of me, her hands still on my shoulders. "Yep. so I can be your escort for yours, we can grab some dinner, then my next shoot. Of course, I have to fold up all these scarves and saris again..." "Oh, I can help with that, it's the least I can do. So, our shoot is officially over then?" she smiles. "Yep, so about earlier..." I was interrupted as she pulled me downward, kissing me deeply. I take her in my arms, and we kiss, her tongue playing with mine as I return her passions with everything I've felt for the last three hours. After what seems like a perfect eternity of bliss, she pulls away and holds me. "Well, that answers my question," was the only thing I could say. We both start laughing. "When you were talking about the difference between a Silk Lady and Silk Slave? I was asking because I want to be both." A moan that sounds like 'huh?' is all I can get out. "When we're not shooting someone else this week, I'd like to know what it's like to be both. From today until Friday night, I want to be your Silk Lady. I want to know what it's like to be tied in silk and ravished like a kidnaped heiress in a Danielle Steele novel. At Midnight from Saturday until we leave, I want to be your Silk Slave. Do anything to me you want, tie me in every way you can, I want to know every sensation and tie possible!" All I could do was stand there dumbfounded. Was this really happening? "But first...I think I owe you one," as she begins to undo my belt. "Actually, after the Finale', I owe you four..." she smiles and says as she leads me to the silk covered bed. I stop when my back is turned to it. "I think you should be properly bound for that, Miss Satine." I put a pillow down between us. "On your knees." She smiles and complies. I take one end of her long scarf and wrap her wrists in front of her face, tethering them to her neck. After wrapping it around twice, I cinch two wraps in between them, finishing it off with a double knot. As she kneels, I take one end of her neck sari, cross her ankles and tie them together, keeping her on her knees. I lean down and take the other ends of her scarf and sari in my hands. I kiss her deeply again, feeling the magic her tongue is capable of. And now that she was bound and ready, it was time to let her finish what she started. I sat down on the bed, letting her undo my zipper and button on my jeans. She pulls down my underwear to reveal my very erect penis, swollen and craving release. With her bound wrists, she takes my sex in her hands, her caress is electric, her lips and tongue caress the right side of the shaft. Slowly under the head, working her way down, then up again. Her tongue teases the rim of its head, then down the left side as well as she slowly strokes it. As I pull on her double leashes, she takes my sex into her mouth, slowly going down the entire shaft to the base, moaning once again in pleasure. I close my eyes and take in the sensation, straining to keep control, breathing and trying to relax. I don't want this to end yet. She varies from slow to fast, her tongue working miracles as her lips slowly engulf me. I look a the clock and see ten minutes has passed. I'm amazed I lasted this long. "Master," she asks as she releases me momentarily from her lips, 'would you like to have a silken blowjob?" My eyes widen, as I know the answer to this, as well as realize I'm not going to last much longer! "OHH yes! That would be good!" I grab the satin silk scarf used to bind her and pleasure herself for the Finale'. Once handed to her, she smiles and holding the liquid silk in place, returns to her incredible lip service. Once again, she teases one side, then another, the cool satin silk turning to liquid heat from our bodies. When she puts the head in her mouth, moaning as she slowly pumps up and down, her speed increases, and I can no longer hold on! I explode in the satin silk, the barrier keeping it from blasting down her throat. Once she feels my sex erupting, she moans and continues to pump it even more. I fall backward into the silk, a the moment of pure bliss releasing all the tension I've felt. All this time, waiting, hoping, an erotic goddess of the softest materials is loving me, worshiping my sex and skill with sensual bondage. As my sex convulses and shrinks, she continues to lovingly stroke me as her mouth releases its passionate prey. " Don't worry Master, I'll keep working on this until it's ready again. Then I'll fold the scarves when I'm done and you decide to untie me." "Actually, I was thinking about tying a scarf gag and mask on you so you can work up to it again," I said, my smile probably becoming permanent at this point. "Whatever you wish, Master. I think I already have the gag right here," as she starts inserting the satin silk scarf used to catch my cum into her mouth, the pull of the fabric feeling like cocooned bliss, she moans once again... "MMMmmmphhh." This is a fantasy given form, a dream so long desired with so many women who make our fantasies have form. That special someone who embodies our dreams, loving us for who we are and our loves, returned to us...returned to me. This is going to be one hell of a convention weekend...and fuck my dry cleaning bill, it'll be worth it! The End...for now