I stretch gently as I open my eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the light. My body languid and pleasantly aching from earlier. I move to roll onto my side and cannot. My eyes fly open and I glance around the room. With the curtains drawn it's dark enough that I can't see you and yet I know you're there.

I try to move, but my hands are once again bound at the wrist, this time down at my side so they have some movement. My legs are again spread open and shackled at the ankle to bed. My body is covered by a thin sheet and I can tell that, for some reason, you dressed me in a pair of my thongs, though it's the only piece of clothing covering me.

A click and soft music starts to play. I realize as I try to hear what you're doing that the music, while pleasant, is deliberate. You've turned it on to further confound me and keep me at your mercy. The soft strains of an instrumental reach my ears, muffling your actions. My body, already eager, is flushed with anticipation. My very skin seems to remember your earlier attentions.

I gasp, the first caress coming without warning. Your fingers stroke the soft, sensitive skin just inside my ankle. Caressing the silk used to tie it down as you tease soft patterns on my skin. Your hand leaves my ankle, but in the next instant there's another caress. It is not your skin I feel, but the sheet as you slowly tug it down my body. The material rasps over my skin, catching on my hardened nipples, making them burn with my desire.

I whimper softly as I shiver, the chill air sapping the little warmth left behind as you uncover me slowly. The sheet stops moving and I look around, trying to find what's coming. Little do I expect it when it comes.

A sharp whistling noise cuts the air and only as it stops do I see it clearly. A thin crop rests mere inches from my breasts. I whimper again, this time mildly afraid. The crop comes closer, it's only blessing is that it lets me know where you are. I watch, helpless and fascinated as it brushes against my skin finally. I bite my lip and can't help but arch my back away from it. I know that it will hurt if used full force, but I believe that you would never cause me unnecessary pain. I struggle with this debate as you leave the crop against me, as if waiting for me to capitulate.

The crop waits, still, on my breast and I make my decision. I relax and surrender. Wanting and desparate for what you have to offer me. I can almost feel you relax; the crop moves delicately over my skin. I close my eyes and try to imagine what it's drawing on my skin. But the moment my eyes closes, that wicked tip flicks over my nipple. It's soft leather end striking first one and then the other. Not hard, but sharply. I inhale quickly and again open my eyes, finding that I have, involuntarily, arched my back towards you, presenting your work to you.

Again I relax and lay flat on the bed, but now my mind wanders. Did I enjoy that? Did it feel good? Do I want more? Will I please you if I take more? Should I? Should I not? I close my eyes again as I mull this over in my head. Again the whistling and stinging slap against my nipples, this time making me cry out. The strike slightly harder than the earlier, but the surprise of it alone making my cry heard.

Again I close my eyes to try and sort out how I feel and once more I feel the stinging slap of the crop against my now aching nipples. I now know that every time I close my eyes you will use the crop. My eyes remain open, staring at the cieling as I think. I know that you wish this to be my decision. Everything else has been. I open my mouth, about to speak and change my mind. I slowly close my eyes and relax into the bed, knowing you will understand.

I gasp, writhing under the sheet, as the crop bites into my skin. It's strike harder then previsouly but still light. Then it moves, striking all over my breasts now. I can't help it. That border between pleasure and pain is so fine that it feels good. My back arches towards you and the crop. It's at this point it stops.

I wait, eyes closed, hoping for more but it never comes. I realize I am to wait again on your pleasure. The waiting almost more arduous for me then the feel of the crop. The sheet moves again. Slowly trailing down over my body. The feel of the cotton makes me keenly aware of how I feel. I'm so warm now, the cool air doesn't bother me. You give one final hard tug and the sheet is completely clear of my body. I moan softly, my body instantly knowing I'm much more aroused then I thought. The cool air affecting, not my skin, but my clit. I'm aroused to the point where I ache wetly. It's taken only a few strokes of the crop and knowing I'm bound to reduce me to this state.

I try to pull my legs closed and fail. Then I see and feel your hand on my ankle. I watch as your fingers glide up my leg, stroking my gently. I can hear you murmur softly in appreciation for my skin. Your hand reaches my thigh and you grip it firmly, letting me know I am not the one in control. Your hand pushes my thighs further apart and I feel your finger reach higher. The soft strokes of your finger tips along the join of my hip, sliding down. Now your fingers follow the line of my thongs, making me moan and buck into your hand. They're pulled aside, exposing my lips to the air and your gaze. I whimper softly as your thumb strokes over my clit gently and let my eyes fall shut again in pleasure.

But again, they open wide. My mouth open as I moan silently. My body, my pussy is suddenly filled. Rigid and hard, plastic fills me and I hear you laugh softly at the look on my face. Delight at being filled and disappointment that it's not you. Your hand moves and a buzz courses through my body as you snap my thongs back in place. I whimper, grinding against the bed as my body soars to fever pitch.

You leave me that way, in the darkness, wantonly writhing on the bed as I try and fuck myself on the vibrator you've given me. Having my limbs tied down hampering and frustrating my attempts. I lay there, whimpering under your gaze as my excitment soaks my panties. Then, you're there, kneeling just behind my breasts. Your hands covering my tits and squeezing them. Your fingers pinching and pulling my nipples roughly. You're excited. I can see it.

You slide forward, pulling my tits tight around your naked cock. You roughly handle my breasts, using them to stroke your cock. I'm fascinated even as I'm aroused. It feels like my entire body is vibrating. Even my own pussy now starts to fuck me, every time it clenches in pleasure it makes the vibrator move.

I'm moaning and whimpering almost constantly now as I watch your cock in front of my face. My nipples are an angry red shade and hard, almost painfully hard. Your hard cock moves forward a little further and I purr softly as I reach out my tongue to lick it. I hear you groan and my breast are grabbed and pinned higher up on my chest by your thighs, keeping them tight around your cock. At the same time, your hands fist in my hair and you tenderly hold my head. I watch your face as I feel the head of your cock press against my lips.

You groan softly and I hum contentedly. My mouth full of your cock. My tongue stroking it as I suck. Your fingers are embedded in my tits as you helplessly rock in and out of my mouth. You're so hard and hot on my tongue that you're throbbing already. You pull back and I whimper. I want to please you and think I've failed.

There's a cold, metallic feel over my clit and against my lips. I open my mouth to speak and you slide your cock right back in, pushing it against my throat. Then it starts. Not only is my pussy vibrating but now a powerful bullet vibrates against me as well. My mind blanks. I'm focused on the building sensations between my legs even as my mouth and tongue work over your cock.

Hours, minutes, ages. What is time when you're lost in bliss. I cry out around your cock, my whole body quaking as slowly cum. The orgasm shattering my hold on reality. Wave after wave of pleasure slams into me. Your cock throbs in my mouth and I hear you groan, my last conscious thought lets me suck harder.

I continue to orgasm. Peak after peak. My legs, my panties, the bed are soaked with my pleasure. Moan after moan shudders through your cock as I suck on it. Then, you swell in my mouth and I purr for a moment before I'm cresting again, and it's then at that point when your own orgasm happens. Your crush my breasts in your hands as you thrust as far into my mouth as you can. You fill my mouth and as you shake, the vibrations against my clit stop. I shudder one last time and reflexively swallow, my hips still rolling with the vibrator inside me.

You watch intently as I lick my lips slowly, wetting them down as I try and regain my breath. Slowly your weight leaves me and I feel your hand against my pussy. I cry out, even that briefest touch arousing me again and you smile as you slowly pull the vibrator from me. My body collapses then, sinking into the bed. You loose me and I still lay limply where you'd put me earlier. Your hand strokes my cheek and you help me to stand. Leaning on each other we stumble to the shower, so we can step out for breakfast.