A Night Away
The restraints control your movement, placed neatly on the corners of the four poster bed.
There is little or no point trying to struggle or wriggle out of them, I have fixed them so that there is a little give and take but you are fixed in that position for some time, you know it, I definitely know it and there is no escape.
Perhaps now might be the time for a little reflection and thought about the slightly challenging way that you have presented yourself lately. All a little bit late, really, but a good time to come up with some lines to calm me down and to try. Try at least, to lessen what is coming your way.
On the plus side the Egyptian cotton quilt cover is very soft and comfortable but on the negative side you know I am displeased with your behaviour.
This could be a long night.
The new black bra and panties I got for you from Victoria’s Secret look delightful against your creamy skin, accentuating your curves and form as you wriggle. All of you is there for the taking.
I ask you if you are sorry, remorseful, humble even, for being challenging, for being disrespectful, for being difficult and for not being sufficiently focused on your Sir.
Some apologetic sounds come from your mouth, those bright red lips are so appealing and in need of work to do. Your words do not inspire me or placate me either.
I walk behind you and go out of the room, closing the door behind me.
Time passes, was it a long time or just a short time that felt like ages before I returned? Ample time however to reflect upon your behaviour I am sure.
I come back into the room and unzip my bag, out of your line of sight. You are starting to get a little anxious now, and so you should.
I move towards you and gently trace your nipples through the very soft fabric of your bra: they are hard and in need of attention. You moan softly as my fingers tease and explore their firmness. I put my finger to your lips and instinctively you try to take it in your mouth, hoping that will placate me a little.
Err, no. Not likely.
Time for you to be very apologetic.
I trace my fingers around the edge of your panties, taking care not to go any further. Across your tummy, your hips, the inside of your thighs, feeling the warmth of you and sensing that you are already wet.
I go back to tracing your nipples through the soft lacy fabric of your bra. They are hard again, eager for attention, my attention and only my attention. You wriggle and struggle against the straps and you beg to be released from them.
Err, no.
I stand in front of you and you see what I have taken from my special bag: a new, fresh and eager to go Wand. I casually switch through the different settings, just for your information and to secure your attention.
I run the Wand over your tummy, edging it closely to the bottom of your bra and occasionally taking it higher to touch the bottom of your boobs which fill that lacy bra so well. That makes you gasp and ask for more.
I move the Wand over your boobs and focus upon your nipples and increase the speed and intensity of the toy, moving it between them. Sadly, for you, there is no escape from this.
I decide to stop and place my finger in your mouth, letting you kiss and suck it, no doubt in the hope that your restraints will be released.
Err, no.
I move the Wand down your tummy, over your tummy button and place it directly on your panties which makes you gasp. I position it over your clit and I see that the material of your panties is now very wet. You now plead for me to stop as I increase the speed and power of the Wand, making you very excited and close to making you cum.
I tell you VERY clearly that you are not allowed to cum, after all the behaviour that you have shown me is very poor and I want to punish you. This is just part of that!
After several minutes you are desperate and promise to do anything to please me if I give you my permission, writhing on the bed and begging for my signal.
I slip my fingers inside your panties and check to see that you are nice and wet, but tell you firmly that again you are not allowed to cum, it is not the time for this.
Satisfied that you are exactly where I want you to be I switch off the Wand and leave it on the bed: I untie you and tell you to put on the new dress I have brought for you to wear. You do this and put on your black heels.
I kiss you lightly, hold you by your hips and tell you that it is time for Dinner in the restaurant downstairs.
I remind you that you are Owned, that I expect respect and obedience with no exceptions.
I tell you that you need to think about how you will please me when we come back to our room after Dinner, reminding you that it will be a long night.