6 comments/ 13698 views/ 0 favorites Restraint By: LukkyKnight Stepping from the shower you're not surprised to see me standing there, holding the towel for you, ready to wrap you up and rub you 'til you're dry and warm, with your skin waking to a pink glow, so you stand patiently and allow me to further erase the day. Taking your hand, leaving the towel to fall behind, I lead you to the bed.Soft warm light filters through the mostly closed blinds, sunlight spilling onto the floor. "Face down, please, it is time to give that body the attention it so richly deserves." With a smile you climb onto the bed, settling on your belly on the crisp sheets. I shrug out of my robe as your watch through slitted eyes and wriggle to find the most relaxed position, like water seeking the lowest ground. Placing a hand on your shoulder I straddle your hips, feeling the heat as our skin meets, my legs outside yours, your hips smooth and supple beneath me- and my hands begin long even strokes down, and up, your back. Listening to your contented purr I spread my fingers wide to press more firmly into the muscles, slowly up the curve of the small of your back, winding my way to your shoulders and neck. Time slows with your breathing as my hands seek out tension in your temples, shifting your head now and again to massage your cheeks, lifting your torso slightly as I tug on your shoulders. mmmmmm. . . Yes. . . wonderful. . ." Drawing your arm up onto your back I work down the biceps and triceps, stroking the forearm to descend to press my thumbs into your palm and caress and tug each finger in turn, then working back up to your shoulder before lifting the arm to rest gently beside you again, and repeating the pattern on the other side, grinning at the way your hand sneaks a wanton caress of my cock, nestled between your hips, before you allow me to massage this arm and set it, too, back to rest beside you. From the top of the shoulder I draw my fingers down to press beside your spine in waves descending to the small of your back. Shifting to the side now I press my hands into your supple butt, and begin pressing firmly on the large muscles, stroking up and down, fingers and thumb alternating with my palms as I seek out the knots and tense spots. Lightening the pressure, I reach for your ankle and lift your leg, bending at the knee, to loosen your calf muscle as I press into it, and treat your foot to the same patient attention lavished on your hands some forgotten time before. . .as I guide your foot to settle back down slowly on the sheet my other hand drags fingernails up the back of your thigh. Waiting there, pressing your hip, joined to my other hand as they overlap briefly the pressure resumes, but fingers spread wide enough to hint to your inner thigh that the day is far from over. . ....your hips shift slightly in turn, and I'm rewarded with the sweet heady scent of your mounting desire as I slowly repeat the massage on your other leg in much the same pattern, working my way down to caress your calf Restraint This burning hunger for Him won't quit. After Hours of having Him with me, over me, inside me.... my body is sore, used, spent, and i still crave more. i haven't ever felt like this. This crazy driving need, i can hardly concentrate on the rest of the world. i found myself waking up in traffic on the way back home today, and wondering where all the miles went. i think i am utterly destroyed for any other kind of relationship. i could never want anything else but His touch, His words, His guidance and discipline. He shaved me last night. i want so desperately to hang onto this experience. i keep replaying it in my head. It fills my soul. .................. Last night- The waiting is agony; i keep my cell phone next to me as i take to kneeling at the door. i can feel the air on my skin and it gives me goose bumps to be there, naked except for my stockings and collar. i like the stockings... they have become the symbol of my preparation for Him, i get wet just putting them on. Usually by the time He arrives i'm in such a state i can hardly stand it. i'm on my knees rehearsing what i need to say when He drives up. My heart pounds with anticipation hoping I don't just turn to mush and forget what words and language are completely, and turn into a babbling idiot. i value eloquence, but somehow i can't seem to hold any composure around Him. i love greeting Him, it sets a pretense for who W/we are and O/our roles, and leaves no room for my shyness to come out. It brings me a great joy to be permitted to offer myself this way. The doorbell, and i jump from being focused on what to say. i sometimes can hardly get the words out, and i'm usually too quiet for Him to hear the first time, so i repeat myself louder, which always sounds much too forced to my own ears. Sometimes i practice saying it out loud, to work on my inflection. "Please come in Master. Your slave is ready to serve You." Oh crap. The door is locked. i die of embarrassment. i'm watching my friend's house, and i have been using the garage, so i gave no thought to the door being locked. i am once again grateful that W/we both have a sense of humor. Unlocking it and hurrying back to my place, i notice He has that blessed black bag *wicked grin* and some sort of metal hardware which doesn't make any sense to me, i let my imagination give a guess and tuck it away, not to ponder till now, since they never got used. He kisses my forehead, and i feel my senses melt into His ownership. i'm working on being patient with myself in taking off His shoes and socks... sometimes this is the hardest thing...but the reward is to place my lips on the tops of His feet, which i am honored to do, showing that i know my place as His slave and that i wish to respect and honor Him. i rest my head against His thigh, grateful for His presence, usually i get to kiss the front of His pants, but tonight he lets me kiss Him directly. "Just kisses." i'm reminded gently, as it would be easy to get overly eager to pleasure Him with my mouth at this point. i attempt gingerness and reverence, and still manage to get a little more exuberant over this than i think is intended. Then His hands are at the sides of my head, and i am instantly calmed.. held captive and so grateful for my bonds. Kissing His palms, i say what i need to say out of the order i have it in my head, but it's only a small mistake. " i am grateful for Your discipline, time, care and training." Please do with me as You wish. i am utterly, completely Yours. i am let to stand, and told to fetch the bowel and towels i had gotten out earlier in the day. He has me lay down on the floor, and spread my legs. A few soft caresses and then he wants me to touch myself. "but don't make yourself cum." As if i think i could bring myself to orgasm in front of Him like that, i'm oddly grateful for this request. Do i like Him watching me touch myself? Yeah. Huge turn on, i squirm in spite of the shyness i feel, and try not to show my reservations. The blindfold is interesting, i sometimes like to close my eyes and just feel Him, but having the option to open them taken away, all i long for is His face. At the same time, it gives my other senses a heighten awareness, i strain to know where His is, what He's doing, i hear the rustling of bags and zippers, and then my hands tied to my thighs. Now i can't stop Him even if i wanted to. This is absolute trust. It feels so good. i love being restrained, it opens my heart. i coo softly in appreciation. Fighting back nervousness, there is a long excruciating silence. i feel him above me, and then His voice tells me i can lick his cock, i start to reach out not quite sure where i am, then finding it and eagerly devouring all i can. He lets me lick His asshole too, which is really actually kinda cool. i didn't think it would be, but it's almost as good as pussy. Well actually it's better, because it's His. (Blinking in utter disbelief as i type that. Did i just admit to liking kissing a Man's ass over eating pussy? lol.) "How do you feel little girl?" Great, fine, wonderful, horny as hell.... How do i respond to that? i feel so many things at once it's too overwhelming to find words for. i sum it up as "good", and then wonder why i did that... surely i could come up with something better than that. i want to please Him so much it hurts. "Who's pussy is that?" Oh god, it's so Your's take me now. "Your's Sir." i breathe. "And who has the right to touch My property slave?" Only You please, right now.... "Do You think I have the right to have my slaves bare if I want them to be?" Holy mother of God, shave my head if it brings You pleasure, it all belongs to You. i think i start to shake quite uncontrollably at this point, and don't really stop until a few hours after He's left. "Yes Sir." "I like my little girl bare, it makes you look more innocent, younger, more like my daughter that you are." Oh Daddy, please, please, please, please..... i hear the buzz of a razor, and tense, then relax as it feels so gentle on my skin, rather like a vibrator than something with teeth. It's Soothing, and i like the attention i'm having paid to my most intimate parts. i am able to relax until i hear the foam... foam means blades. i really consider asking if this is really necessary, a little trim is nice right? The hair is there for a reason. Right? i bite my tongue and hold my breath, and let it go, trust. Remember my place, i'm His. He is taking care of me. In fact i am terribly grateful i didn't have to go someplace and have some stranger waxing me down there... that seems so wrong somehow. When it's over i feel Him touching me. The feeling is intense; i can tell it's smooth as He runs His hands over me. This feeling is exquisite. i feel the warmth of his body over me now, and the end of His manhood starting to brush against me. Oh. i can feel everything. i revel in the sweetness of His touch. i can't stop myself from coming several times without His permission, which He assures me i shall pay dearly for later. i forget any of this has even happened as i get lost in Him making love to me for hours afterwards, claiming me again and again as His slave and little girl. i find myself finally getting to look at it later, so soft and pretty, it will be hard not to want to touch it all the time. Hopefully i can show some.... Restraint. Restraint Her lips parted with the glistening, purpled head despite her best effort at holding it inside. She felt the pop as a loss and though she struggled to get her lips back on it, he moved his cock out of her reach again. Frustrating her further and making her groan. As he pulled away, she could see the matting of hair on his balls that told of how wet she was. She could feel the dripping from her pussy and the way it ran in rivulets down her thighs. Every time he moved his drenched cock back to her lips, she sucked at it more eagerly than the time before. She wouldn't be able to stand much more. "Please." It came out as a moan. Nearly a sigh. It turned into a half scream as the hard pole penetrated her. Forced itself in through the sopping, swollen, open lips and all the way inside her. Filling her, thrilling her. Giving her spasms of delight and twinges of pending orgasm. When he pulled back out, she growled with a need she barely understood. An "OH!" of surprise and desperation. She struggled against the bonds. Her wrists, strapped and taut to the headboard. Keeping her arms stretched so she stayed unable to bend them enough to pull or use the muscles in her upper arms. She could feel the tugging across her back. Her ankles stretched so wide that she remained unable to use her thighs or to suck her ass down and away from the belt that smacked across it. With the sharp slap of leather, waves of frustration passed through her shivering body. If he would just shove his cock in her twice more, she would cum. Or another lick of his tongue. Even another couple touches of his finger. He always stops just as her body wracks with shudders. It makes her groan and scream with frustration. The worst part is that it doesn't matter how hard she pulls at the ties, they aren't budging and they dig deeper into her wrists and ankles. She loses track of how many spanks he gives her with the belt. She only knows the burning goes on after he stops and now as he kneads her shoulders and moves his hands down her back, the ties stop cutting into her flesh. She briefly wonders what she will tell people tomorrow about the marks on her wrists, then groans at the feel of his fingers digging into the muscles next to her spine. As he moves the palms of his hands, smoothing her back and soothing her nerves, she feels wetness pooling under her pussy and out to the tops of her thighs. The pillow holding her ass in the air must be soaked by now and she almost giggles thinking of wringing it out. Then his fingers separate the delicate folds of her and a finger slides inside. He's going to bring her up to the edge of orgasm again and she both tenses against it and pushes out for more. Both at the same time. A moan escapes her and her thoughts go out with it. His thumb now goes in. All the way in, so that the knuckle of his first finger sets across her clit and the bump of it gives her a shiver. The tip of his finger and thumb meet with her flesh between them and the pressure of their touching thrills her as much as the rubbing against her clit. He lightly moves up and down and she feels more waves spread out from her groin. His free hand finds one of her breasts, heavy with need, hanging and he wraps it up with his hand. As he releases, he slides his fingers up her erect nipple and makes her cry out with the shock. They've stayed stiff since the third time he brought her to orgasm and stopped cold. Just a swat on her ass. She feels them intensely as they rub against the cool satiny sheets. When he moves up to her head and pushes his cock in her mouth, dripping with her juices and harder than she imagines, he reaches down and takes the aching nipples between his fingers. Sometimes, he slaps the belt across the outer part of her breast and she moans or cries out around his member stuffing her mouth and throat. When he slaps down on her ass, she shoves forward on his cock and doesn't even have space for a groan. Other times, his hands move over her head, pressuring or prodding, his fingers pressing against her lips and teasing them with his cock forcing them open. She thinks she could nearly cum just like this if he would only push her just a little closer to the edge before shoving her mouth onto him. Just thinking about it makes her shudder again and that sets off another and another until her body trembles nearly continuous. His fingers idly play with her nipple as the pressure continues on her clit. Suddenly she's so close to orgasm, she knows it will happen no matter what he does or stops doing. He slaps her ass and says "don't you dare cum." It keeps her from cumming and heightens the feeling at the same time. His finger and thumb withdraw and she gets another slap on the other cheek. It makes her shiver and shudders run through her from toes to her lips that started tingling. Moans came more and more until his cock pushed through her vibrating lips again. It was drenched and her juices ran off her lips onto her chin. Suddenly he grabs her tits and shoves his cock in. Rams between her lips with fistfuls of breasts. It makes her gasp with the forcefulness. Another gushing from her own sex and the futile pulling at her bonds. She groped for air and composure when he pulled away from her lips once more. His hands moved off her breasts, leaving them full and swollen with a deep ache. They danced lightly over her back and the muscles that throbbed with overuse. From the arching and the pulling against her ties. Did she want loose? Did she want to cum? To be finished and relax against her bindings? Did she want more? The agony and the ecstasy to go on -- even as she could not imagine more need? Her juices were drying on her lips and the cheek where he'd once wiped his cock. They were flowing heavier still from her swollen pussy lips. His hands continued their light, provocative massage and she recognized that were she not so completely infused with need. Were her nerves not so fully extended, she would be calmed to sleep. As it was, it took the edge off of her desperation while maintaining her raging impulsion. Her body shook with convulsion. More than goosepimples, more than shivers, but far less than the climax she could feel would take her when he finally allowed it. As his hands moved down her back, the tensions focused in her groin. She felt the warmth spread and release as he touched her lower back, then her buttocks, then the inside of her thighs. A touch of his tongue turned to agony before it ceased. Sharply followed by the leather lashing the globes of her ass. She tugged at her companions, the bracelets that encircled her wrists and kept her from turning or hiding or pressing forward for more and cumming. When his cock rammed into her open sex this time, she felt the difference. She was panting with frantic desire and even with her flaming need, she could feel the pulsing of his member. The certainty of the force pushing into her. she could only barely feel his hand grab her ass and the other wrap into her hair. All her focus was on the driving rod, on the trembling and the quivering separating inside of her. Her scream was thrust out of her just before the eruption of her senses. Her body abandoned her and convulsed with its own mind as he kept pounding deeper into her. Powering through her thoughts and splattering her juices with each new shove. Her screams became rhythmic insensate noises and groans as she melded one shudder into another. When his cock gave a great lurch and forced itself still more deeply into her, she wailed and pushed back as fully as she was able. He untied her even as she drifted to sleep. She smiled thinking of waking to her wrists tied to the headboard. Restraint Silken blindfold covering my eyes. Wrists grasped and bound tightly. I know the marks the twisted hemp will leave on my skin. A firm hand turning me, pushing me face down across the bed, arms pulled out in front as the rope is secured to the wrought iron swirls of the bed. There is enough length that my feet still touch the floor on the other side, just, balancing on the high heels of my shoes. I hear your soft tread as you move around the bed, hands stroking silk covered calves and thighs. One ankle grasped firmly and I feel the leather cuff being buckled into place. A whispered, "Spread your legs." No thought of disobeying that soft command, my thighs part and the other ankle is cuffed. The spreader bar now holding my legs apart. Now I'm exposed, glistening pussy and upraised ass. My hands strain against the bonds, my breath quickens in anticipation. Tits pressed against the cotton sheet, nipples hard and aching. No movement, no sound other than that of my own breathing. My ears strain to capture some slight noise that would tell me where you were, what your next move might be. The waiting is intolerable and seems to last for an eternity. Are you watching me, watching the way my fingers tangle in the rope binding me to the bed, the way I struggle to close my thighs? Do you see the wetness of my pussy and know it's because I'm restrained so, the faint bruises on my skin from my last encounter with you? Still no sound, my head turns desperately trying to hear something of you. An indrawn gasp as I suddenly feel your hands gripping my shoulders, hauling me forwards, my be-spread legs angled straight out behind me. The brush of your cock against my cheek, smacking against my lips. Your hand grips my head, pulling it back, my lips part and you take full advantage, thrusting your cock into my mouth, forcing me to take it all, making me gag around your hard flesh. Your hips thrust, using my mouth, the feel of my tongue against the underside of your cock. With each thrust I feel your cock getting harder, throbbing in the heat of my mouth. Abruptly you withdraw, smacking your cock against my face, smearing my saliva on my flushed skin. I moan at the loss of your cock, bound hands trying to reach for you. The sound of movement and I know you've stepped away. My wrists pulling at their binding, trying to free myself, craving one more taste. I didn't hear you move around the bed, so intent on my own struggle. The touch of your hands, gentle at first on my ankle, then your fingers tighten above the cuffs and you drag me back across the bed, the rope tightening, my nipples responding, hardening further, my pussy so wet and tingling. I feel the heels of my shoes touch the floor and release my held breath in a long soft moan. A stinging slap lands on my ass, I can feel how my skin burns and blushes at your touch. Your cock thrust hard into the silken heat of my cunt, your hands gripping my hips firmly. Moaning at the feel of you inside me, writhing as your fingers slip beneath me to press against my swollen clit. Rubbing and pinching that sensitive bud, your cock driving into me from behind. You know I'll cum, you can feel my pussy tightening, my clit throbbing against your fingers, coated in my wetness. I can't control my body, my stomach tightening, cunt spasming around your hard cock. Moaning, writhing against your hand, my pussy gripping you so hard, your cock held inside me. My thighs tremble at that orgasmic release. One last pinch of my clit has me crying out, my cry muffled by your fingers as you push them between my parted lips, forcing me to taste my juices. My tongue laps at your fingers, so hungry for more. "Spit on my hand." And I do, feeling you pull out of my pussy. I know you're rubbing your cum covered cock with my saliva. The whispered touch of your breath brushing my ass, your tongue rasping over my asshole, probing, preparing me for your cock. Thrusting back onto your tongue, you know what I want, what I always want. "Fuck my ass," a whisper. "Say please." "Please fuck my ass, I need to feel you." That soft sigh emitted as I feel the head of your cock press against my asshole. The slight burning sensation, the brief pain, the feeling that I can't take any more, but that I want it all. The head of your cock gripped by my ass. A slow push and my ass stretches around your hard flesh. You start to thrust, each thrust pushing you deeper, until I have every inch of you. My ass twitching, such intense pleasure at being filled to the rim. Another stinging slap has me thrusting back hard against you. I so desperately want to reach back and touch you, but my struggling only tightens the bonds around my wrists. So frustrated, so full, my whole body trembling at the pleasure you give. Feeling your cock withdraw, before you thrust hard into me, thrusting over and over, filling and fucking my ass. "Please.......," expelled on a moan. "Please what?" "Please make me cum. Please cum in my ass." Your hands grip my hips tightly as you hammer your cock into my ass, again and again. My fingers twisting in the rope, my ass rising to meet each thrust. That sensation building, as my body shudders, my ass grips your cock. This orgasm is deeper, longer, my whole being centred on the exquisite pleasure of your cock driving into my ass. Your thrusts are quicker now, your fingers digging into my flesh. Your cock throbbing and twitching as your cum fills my ass, the heat of you making my ass contract. You cumming pushing me over the edge again, orgasm rippling through my body, so intense. You emptying your cum into my ass, the velvety grip squeezing every last drop. I feel your hand stroking down my spine as you withdraw, wiping your cock over my ass cheeks. You know I want to taste, but you deny me that pleasure. I sense you step away, watching your cum dribbling out of my asshole. I can hear your breathing, hard and heavy and feel your touch on my trembling thighs. Trying to catch my breath, my ass still clenching, expelling more of your cum. My body jerks at the wicked sting of the crop on my upraised cheeks. I feel the heat of the welt blossoming across my skin, your hand pressing over it, making me moan. My thighs so desperately want to press together, but the bar keeps them parted and open for you. Another biting blow, bisecting the first. You ask how many I want, knowing they'll be hard, knowing you'll make me count. If I lose count you'll start again. I whisper, "Ten," The first two were just a warm up. A blow stings across the backs of my thighs, just below my buttocks. "One," I gasp. A second catches me across both ass cheeks. Your fingers thrust into my pussy, your thumb into my ass. "How many?" "Two," I respond. I feel the end of the crop caressing between my buttocks, as your fingers fuck me. The urge to cum over your fingers has my hips wriggling, but you withdraw, leaving me feeling bereft. A thwack as the third one lands on the other cheek. It was harder than the previous ones and brings tears to my eyes. "Three." I hear you move, the sound of a drawer opening. Cool firmness pushed into my pussy, the smaller end of the this toy pushed into my ass. Once I'm filled you strike, a long welt down one cheek, quickly followed by another across the back of my thighs. "How many?" My mind is focused purely on the pain and the intense pleasure that follows, every nerve alive, aching to cum, craving more, until I can't stand it. I know we've passed three and make a guess at five. No response from you, did I get it right or wrong? This blow is harder than the others, making me flinch, my ass tremble and quiver. I know what you see when you look down at me, my ass red and striped with your marks. "Six," I tearfully whisper. The next four you ensure cover my ass, the last one so hard I can't breathe. Your hands stroke my cheeks, pressing and squeezing the crop bites, making me moan at the pain and the pleasure suffusing my body. You thrust the toy into me, my ass and pussy aching, pushing it as deep as it will go and then you pause. I want to tear off the blindfold, to turn and see what you're doing, but I can't. I feel your thigh pressing against the toy and the leather tails of a flogger stroking down my spine. Then I hear that thwack and feel the sting across my back. Pushing against your thigh, the toy firmly buried inside my two holes, the after sting of the flogger making me writhe and moan. Again and again you bring the flogger down, marking my pale flesh. You step back and I know what comes next, as I feel the tails flick between my soaking pussy lips, catching my clit and making me squirm and squeal. I ache to cum and I know you can make so easily. A hard hit across my ass, pushing the toy further into me and my body shudders, pussy and ass spasming and clenching so hard, my body wracked with such intense pleasure. The moans, the screams, my body straining. Another hard blow and I explode, the force of my orgasm expelling the toy from my body, shuddering, legs trembling so hard, if I wasn't supported by the bed they'd give way. I feel your hands stroking over my ass, tears soaking the silk of the blindfold at the intensity. Your hands slide down my thighs, over my calves and unbuckle the cuffs attaching me to the bar. Once free my knees sag slightly, my thighs pressing together. Next I feel the rope released from the bed, my wrists still bound. You slowly remove the blindfold, now soaked with my tears and watch me blink as I adjust to the light. A gentle stroke of my cheek as I whisper, "Thank you." Restraint I flex my hands where they are tied to the arms of my chair. I cannot deny that I am comfortable, this chair has always been comfortable, but being attached to it with restraints is new. Not unpleasant, but new. The way you're looking at me is new, too. Its a look that says you are about to have an immense amount of fun, and judging by the way you're sitting on the desk before me, legs splayed and naked as the day you were born, its going to be far more fun for you than me. You start by stroking yourself a little for me, coating your fingers with your own wetness and holding your hand up to show me the evidence of your desire. I can smell it, can almost taste it on my tongue. But because I'm forbidden from licking them clean, you do it for me, your tongue snaking out first to take a taste before you suck your fingers fully into your mouth. I'm watching with rapt attention, my fingers itching to reach out and take your wrist and taste you for myself, but I refrain from struggling as you slide them back and forth between your lips, and I can't help but visualise the way they'll look when they're buried between your legs, as I know they will be. Then you're stroking them down your neck, trailing a slightly wet path between your breasts where you pause to pinch and roll your nipples around with your thumbs and fingers, tugging them almost painfully to attention as they become hard and full like little pink bullets. I'm licking my lips, wanting my mouth around them, wanting my teeth to be the reason for those painfully pleasurable sounds you're making. You leave one nipple alone to stroke down your stomach, below your belly button where I can't see because you're hiding your most intimate parts behind my motorised sharpener. I just know that the next time I'm pushing a pencil into that machine I'm going to remember this and it will make me inexplicably hot. You can see my eyes following your hand as it disappears behind the tool, so you have mercy and move it out of the way so I can see clearly between your spread legs, see your fingers spreading your folds wide open for me, watch as your middle finger circles your clit whilst your entrance flexes underneath. You tease by pressing just your fingertip inside and clenching so I can see you squeezing it, enveloping it with your inner muscles. I press my tongue to the roof of my mouth because I'm dying to fuck you with it, to plunge it inside you and feel you clamping down. But instead I can only watch, can only grip the chair arms until my knuckles turn white whilst your other hand comes around your leg and you push two fingers into yourself, pump them hard whilst you're rubbing your clit faster and faster. You're so fucking wet that I can hear the squelch of your fingers as you withdraw and slide them back into yourself and its making me fucking want you, to be the one fucking you and you're telling me you want me to, moaning my name along with pleas to fuck you harder. You're breathing heavily, moaning loudly as you're coming. And as a final act you pull out and let me watch your muscles clench, your finger still rubbing furiously at your clit and wetness just gathering at your entrance as more and more is squeezed out by your contracting walls. And then you're slowing, being gentle with your sensitive clit, your stomach twitching at the strange sensations you're getting now you're all spent. You smile languidly and I know it was good for you, and as you kneel between my legs and unbuckle my belt, I know its about to be good for me too. You pull my belt from the loops on my jeans and discard it with a soft clunk on the floor. Then you unbutton me and pull down my zip, taking your own sweet time and smiling because you know what you're doing to me. As you start to pull at the leg of my pants, you pause, think something over, and then your hands are reaching up to my neck where they loosen my tie and pull it off. You stand and step behind me, and then the world goes dark as you tie it around my eyes. I growl with displeasure but you ignore me and within seconds you're in front of me again, this time pulling at the buttons on my shirt until you can open it and expose the pale skin of my chest and stomach to the air. You return to my pants then, and this time you slide them off along with my boxers before pushing my legs as wide as they will go and heaving me forward so that I'm perched on the edge, completely at your mercy. My stomach is quivering in anticipation as I wonder what you're going to do next. There's no warning before your mouth is on me, your lips clamped around me whilst your tongue dances against my clit. I'm bucking my hips against you because I'm already wet and ready and almost coming from your earlier show. Primal sounds escape me as the pleasure becomes too much to keep quiet about. And then you're gone and I'm whimpering because I was so fucking close and I'm sure you knew it. I hear the opening and shutting of drawers and the clink of a buckle before you're back and caressing my open thighs, almost tenderly. And then I feel it, the smooth head of something I've never had before pushing up against my hot flesh insistently, invasively. Its slick and cool with whatever you've put on it and I'm immensely grateful because even though I want it, and fuck, do I want it, I'm tensing nervously. You rub it almost lazily against me, long strokes that are making me crazy and causing my hips to jerk uncontrollably and you fucking love it, love having me so God-damn helpless before you. You think I'm ready then, and you place the tip at my entrance and start urging it inwards slowly. I clamp down before you can even get the head in but you're having none of that. Your thumb goes to my clit immediately, pressing and circling firmly until I'm opening up to you again and you're able to work it inside. And fuck, it burns as I stretch around it but my clit is tingling and making it feel so fucking good at the same time. You take your time, never leaving my clit as you push two inches inside and pull one out, getting me accustomed to the feeling until its fully buried and hurting so fucking good. You pause and I wonder if you're savouring this moment of triumph, savouring the image of me filled and about to be fucked. And then the moment is over and you're doing it, you're pulling back and driving your hips into me and I'm grunting with every inward thrust, the earlier pain having become a pleasure so acute that all I'm thinking is harder, fuck me harder. And maybe I shout it out because you do, you grasp my hips and slam it into me until I'm coming, clamping down around the length of it and screaming your name at the ceiling as the orgasm rips through my body. Minutes later you're sliding out of me and straddling my thighs so that it rests, wet and warm, against my stomach. You kiss my face and stroke my neck, my shoulders and arms and all I can think is: Fuck... Restraint Are you juicy? I ask, already knowing the answer. I knew from the moment you answered the phone that you were aroused, that good girl you was once again gone and now greedyslut you had taken over. Yes Sir you know I am is your reply. Can I touch? Please? Maybe in a little while is my reply and I hang up without warning. I need my hands free for the time being and the urge to touch my arousal is fast becoming too much to bear. It's been like this since first light this morning when I called you to wake you from your Saturday morning slumber. I've been texting you when I can and you've been feeling the effects. Your voice has been like nothing I've heard before from your mouth, laden with such unbridled lust that I've been sure at times that you're going to defy me and bring yourself to orgasm anyway. I text again, this time instructing you to stuff your panties into your greedy cunt. I can see on my screen that you're replying as soon as the text is delivered. Then am I allowed touch? No, just do it like a good slut. You'll get your orgasm. Eventually. I can almost hear the exasperation in your voice when you reply oh ok. Have you done it? Yes Sir. How does it feel? I feel full. Juicy? Yes my pants are sodden now. I really wish you'd let me touch. You'll have your orgasm. Don't you always? Yes Sir. Ok then you know what to do, stuff your juicy cunt then pull them out then repeat until told otherwise but don't you dare touch. Not even a little. I'll call soon. Ok. I'll try not to touch. I know you'll do better than try, you know what happens when you touch. I'll be in contact again soon. Soon, very soon, I'm almost free of my task, almost free to finally be able to tend to the desire that's been building and more importantly almost free to tend to your need to orgasm. Finally I'm free to start the next phase, my favourite part of our to and fro, the part when I get to hear your orgasm build until you ask me if you're allowed come. I sit and relax and dial your number, brushing my hand over my cock. You answer before the second ring. You're mean! I know, are you juicy? It's running between my cheeks, this is the worst ever! Do you want to touch? Yes. Do you want to come? Yes! Ok then slut go to your bedroom window. I hear you get up from your bed and pad across your living room floor. Can I now? Yes, close your eyes, put your hand into your pants but don't touch your clit yet. I can hear your voice almost break with your need when you say yes. Now, position yourself so that your hand is at the lip of your windowsill and you can grind against it. Don't touch your clit yet. Ok. Good girl. Such a willing slut. For that you can raise yourself up on your toes a little. I know that this will only tease you more but I know too that you'll feel the pressure on your clit and it'll let you know that it's almost time for you to finally give yourself release. Is that better? Yes but you're still torturing me! I know and you've been so good. Not much longer I promise. You can raise yourself up onto your toes and press down on your fingers. Really? Do I have to? Anyone could see!! Do you want to come? Yes. Then do it. Ok. Now is the moment I've been waiting for. The moment of revelation. What are you? I'm a slut. Whose slut are you? I'm your slut. Ok slut are you grinding your clit? Yes? Can the people in the houses across the way see you being a slut? Probably. Are you on your tiptoes and grinding right down onto your fingers? Yes. Ok slut, look to your left and tell me what you see. I can hear the hesitation in your voice, as if you can't believe what you're seeing. Is is is that your car? Yes. Do you see now why I've been so disjointed all morning? Yes. Do you understand now why I told you all morning that you'd get to come but I never once mentioned that you'd get to touch? Yes. Do you still want to come? Yes. What? Yes Sir I still want to come. Ok then Princess, fix yourself and come down and open the front door then return to your bedroom but leave the door on the latch. I'll follow you in a couple of minutes and when I get there I expect to see you kneeling naked on the floor. I hang up before you can reply and sit with my eyes glued on the front door of your house. After what seems like an eternity I see the door open a crack and stay open. I lift my overnight back off the passenger seat and head for the door. I want to run. I want to burst through the door and take the stairs three at a time to get to you but I somehow retain control and walk casually through the door and take the stairs like a normal person and not a man possessed. There is a moment of confusion when I get to the landing as I'm not sure which is your bedroom door. I take a breath, step inside the most likely door and close it behind me. Before I move, before I even look at you properly I tell you not to move, to close your eyes and not turn around. Then and only then do I look at you properly. The kneeling pose only serves to enhance what you were blessed with, your hair loose and falling to the middle of your back. Your ass firm and round, your back ramrod straight and shoulders pulled back combine to push your breasts out. Full and ripe and round and crowned with nipples hardened by your nakedness in the cool air of your room. I slowly walk around you and somehow resist the urge to touch you. Instead I kneel behind you and put my mouth to your ear. Hello slut, do you want to come? You shiver visibly at the unexpected words and breath in your ear. Yes Sir. Ok then, stay kneeling but part your legs a little more. You comply. Lifting your right knee and shifting it a couple of inches to the right. I reach down between your thighs and slowly ease my thumb between your lips, pushing it deep until the pad finds the soft mound at the front wall of your cunt. I slowly and gently massage your gspot, my middle and index fingers working in unison to tease your clit. You move against my fingers. Wanting to push back so my thumb presses harder but this only serves to make me pull them out. Don't move. I told you you'd come but you're going to come on my terms. Yes. Ok. Anything. Please put them back. I push my thumb back, this time with an edge of roughness that wasn't there before and press hard against your gspot. At the same time I reach around with my left hand and pluck at your left nipple, your sharp intake of breath and your juices flooding around my thumb showing me that you felt that right at your cunt. Again you push against me. This time I pull my thumb out and in one fluid movement I flatten my hand and bring it down across your bare cheeks. I told you not to move. I'm sorry. I need it. I don't care. You'll get what you want but until then your orgasm is mine. It's mine to give and now it's mine to take. It looks like I'm going to have to restrain you to show you how you should behave. But but but there's nothing here. Oh that's ok, I knew this would happen and I've come prepared. Do you trust me? Yes you know I do. Ok then go sit on your bed and close your eyes. You do as told and I go and remove your bindings from my overnight back. I kneel behind you on your bed and gently take your arms and and position them so that they're held straight out at shoulder height. I can see crease on your brow that you're wondering how I'm going to bind you in this position but before you can question I open the jacket and pull the sleeves onto your arms. I feel you tense as if to move when you realise what I'm about to do but before you can I ask the question again. Do you trust me? Yes. Do I need to bind you? Yes. Why? Because I'm a greedy slut. Exactly. You knew it would come to this but did you in all honesty think I would bind you in a way you've ever thought about before? Did you think for one moment that I would do anything to you that you have a reference point for from past experience? I I I guess not. Ok then relax and trust me. I pull the jacket again until your fingers reach the end of the sleeves. I then set about doing up the buckles at the back careful not to trap your hair before taking your arms and criss-crossing them below your chest so I can fasten the ends of your sleeves at your hips. You're now immobile and totally at mercy. I motion you onto your knees on your bed, your back still straight. Once again I kneel behind you and without warning I plant my hand between your shoulder blades and push your head down until your forehead rests against your pillow and your ass juts proudly into the air. Kneeling behind you I mimic your position except my head isn't on the bed, instead it's lowered so that my mouth is at the level of the length of your slit that's visible between your thighs. I flatten my tongue and lick the length of your sex. Your soft lips against my tongue and your musk filling my nostrils as I inhale deeply to fill them with your musk. I flood my mouth with saliva and resume my licking. This time I part your cheeks and instead of terminating at the end of your slit my strokes continue on until the tip of my tongue feels your ass pucker at it's touch. Once I've found this spot I set about my task with real gusto, the saliva that has pooled on my tongue rolling off and pooling instead at your ass, easing the way for the tip of my tongue as it pushes into your tight hole and sticking in strings when I pull my mouth away and move down to your cunt again. Licking and sucking your lips, flicking your clit. I pause for a second and realise only then that I was so lost in tonguing your sex that I didn't realise that your moans were filing the room. I'm glad I paused as I didn't want you over the edge just yet and instead of licking your clit I use my thumb again. Back and forth, pushing against the lip of your pelvic bone and on to your gspot. Before long your moans begin again and I can feel you begin to push back against me and with a voice tinged with frustration I ask what you're doing. I'm sorry Sir, I need it. I have to have it. Sorry huh? You don't know the meaning yet. I reach forward and grab the jacket at the shoulders and pull you into an upright kneeling position. Stay there and close your eyes I instruct you. You do as told, you need to orgasm meaning you'll do practically anything in order to get release. I move from the bed and go back to my overnight bag to retrieve the final piece I've brought in order to persuade you. I move back to the bed and from behind I reach around and pull the two flaps at your chest and roughly free your breasts, your nipples no less harder in spite of being in the heat of the jacket for so long. I pinch and stretch one nipple and before you can react I place a clamp on the soft flesh just above. I see you wince but before you've time to settle I repeat the same process on your other nipple, shortening the chain between them so that your nipples are stretched towards each other. I know I have to work quickly, I know that very soon you'll need pleasure to accompany this pain so I quickly take the remaining two clips and attach them to your lips. The chain attaching them to the clamps on your nipples the correct length to allow no movement unless you want to pay for it with your nipples or lips being stretched further. I stand level with your head and undo my trousers, freeing my rock hard cock. Do you want this? Yes Where do you want it? In my mouth. Ok but you're going to have to work for it. I grasp the shaft and hold the head about an inch from your mouth and just leave it there. The look of realisation at what you're going to have to do to get my cock in your mouth is priceless. I can almost see you weighing up the pleasure versus pain trade off and almost without hesitation you move your head forward in order to take my cock into your mouth. I can feel the vibrations of your moan right down to my balls and I know that even that little movement has stretched your lips and nipples more than you bargained for. In order to give you some relief I place my hand at the back of your head and without warning I push my hips forward, pushing my cock as deep into your mouth as I can without injuring myself on your teeth. Again and again and again I push, the sound of you gagging and moaning making me even stiffer in your mouth and yearning for my own release. I slowly pull my cock from your eager mouth, marveling at the strings of your saliva that keep us joined until I pull away and once again kneel behind you. This time instead of sliding my thumb into your cunt I hold the head of my cock between your lips, feeling the heat at the entrance to your cunt at the very tip. Do you want it? Yes. Then give it to me. This time there's not the same hesitation that there was when you considered sucking me. Without pause you push your hips back and engulf me in your tightness. I move and mount you. My chest pressed against your back my hands moving to free your nipples as I begin to ram into you with all the strength and what little self control I have. I can feel your breasts move like pendulums in time to my thrusts and I can feel my heavy balls slap against your engorged lips and I can hear your moans as your orgasm begins to hit and I can feel my own orgasm rise and rise and rise until I'm exploding into you just as the contractions of your own orgasm milk me of everything I have for you and in this moment I know that when my race is run and my life flashes in front of me that this is the moment that I'll press pause.