She sat cross legged on the bed. Eyes tightly closed, hands on her knees. As naked as the day she was born, save for one thin green ribbon necklace around her neck. There was nothing special about the ribbon, except for a small charm that simply read, "His".
He had promised her a treat if she could sit perfectly still and not speak, for the next 15 minutes, and she adored his treats. He wouldn't tell her what the treat would be, but so far, he had not disappointed her.
She felt the soft velvet bag brush her hair, as he removed her ability to sneak a peek thru her eyelids. Once the bag covered her head, he gently pulled the drawstring to snug the bottom of the bag around her neck. The bag was deep blue, and once inside, she had a hard time making out the light on the nightstand, the one she knew was on.
Then, nothing happened. It seemed like he had left, but she knew he had not gone out the door, she would have heard the clank of the mechanism as he turned the handle. Yet, she could hear nothing. She wanted to call out to him as the seconds turned to minutes, as the minutes approached 15.
Just as she was about to lose her mind, she felt the breeze across her skin. She did as she had been taught, and focused on the breeze. He had made that breeze, he was here, nearby, dangerously close. Then she felt a cool drop land at the top of her breast, at first, she thought it was water, but it didn't flow like water, it seemed to flow like molasses, then the smell hit her, honey! The drop continued to grow, until it was flowing toward her nipple. Just before it reached her nipple, she felt another drop on the other breast at precisely the same spot. Slowly that drop too began to run down her breast.
The problem with honey is that it is sticky, and the tiny hairs on her skin were affected by it, and as it rolled down her skin, she began to itch. This diabolical man was trying to make it impossible for her win her prize! But she had nerves of steel, she could make it. She could last, she only had a few minutes to go. Then she heard the first beep. The one that signals 5 minutes had past. Really, only 5 minutes? She was sure it had been longer!
Then, she felt something cold, very cold, touching her left shoulder, and something wet, rolling away down her arm. This was ice, he had taught her that months before. Then cold was added to her right shoulder, and he traced two perfect paths, from her shoulders to her fingers. The ice raising chill bumps on her flesh as it passed over the skin, drawing her attention to the sensation of cold. This focusing of attention, was what he had taught her, to feel every sensation as it arose, to savor each sensation, ignoring everything else. As he visited every fingertip, one at a time, the water flowed from the nearly spent cube. The sensation of the drying water around her base of her fingers was maddening. He knew this. That's precisely why he had done it.
What was he going to do next? Her breath was speeding up. Slow it down. There's still so much time. Her heart was racing. Focus on the sensations. Calm. Her thighs were already wet as she thought of the prizes that were waiting for her at the end of rainbow. She could do this. Sit still. Focus on the honey. On the drying ice. But then she felt him come up behind her. He gently put his arm around her throat and put his mouth to her ear. At first she just felt his breath. Delicious and intoxicating. She could smell his familiar scent. She had never quite figured out what his scent reminded her of, but it was uniquely his. His arm was gentle around her throat but she could feel his strength and she wanted him to hold her tighter. Should she lean into him? No. Then no prize. Could she push back against him and feel his hardness? Would he be hard? Was he as aroused as she was? No. No pushing back - even though it would feel so good to know that he wanted her too. Could she turn her head to breathe in his intoxicating musk a little deeper? No. She couldn't forget about the promised prize. It would be hers if she could just follow the instructions and stay still. Then he started to whisper. She couldn't hear what he was saying but his warm breath felt so comforting and she wanted more. Then his arm got a little tighter around her throat. Not so tight that she was uncomfortable. He knew how much she could handle. But it was strong and comforting and made her want to feel his hands elsewhere. She started to imagine what it would feel like if he let his hands wander. Would he? Or was that part of the prize she had to wait for. How much more time could there be? It must be over soon. Beep. Holy shit. Five more minutes.
Slowly his arms left her neck and began sliding down her arms. As he got to her elbows, he pulled her hands from her knees as he brought her elbows toward each other. She felt something between her arms and her back. It was hard with edges that weren't exactly soft, then she heard the clicks and understood, it was a cable tie. He was binding her arms behind her back. As the cable tie tightened and her shoulders pulled back, he forced her breasts out, front and center. In fact, the tighter the cable tie, the more her back arched. The more her breasts strained out from her body.
The honey was now dangling from both nipples, drops preparing the long fall to her legs. He moved from behind her and she felt the warmth of his breath as he closed in on her left nipple. She felt his tongue as he stole the drop from gravity. Then the right nipple, a repeat performance, but this one didn't end so soon. This one he followed up with a long slow lick, following the honey up her breast, higher and higher. When he reached the top, he began a long slow descent, stopping just shy of her nipple. This did not help at ALL!. Now his tongue had spread the honey over a wider area, and it was thinner, and it was drying, and it was itching like the devil! Did that deter him? Not in the least.
He repeated his cursed licking and flicking on her left breast, but this time when he returned south, to her nipple, he zeroed in on the hard nub, sucking hard, drawing her nipple into his mouth so hard she could feel the skin stretching as it engorged with blood. Being a man who doesn't like asymmetry, he had no choice but to torture her right nipple in similar fashion. When he was finished, she could feel the air drying her rock hard nipples that were standing straight out.
Surely to GOD that damn timer was going to beep any second and she could claim her prize! But alas, complete silence from the bell.... Then with his big strong hands, he rolled her onto her side, then grabbed her hips and raised her ass toward the ceiling. She felt the breeze on her lips and knew there was a HUGE wet spot here she had been sitting. She was so wet, the air felt 10 degrees colder on her cunt than it did on her legs.
Then, with her head on the bed, her ass in the air, her hands bound at the elbows behind her, unable to support her weight, she heard the most merciful sound she had heard all night. Beep.
What now? Would he remove the bag? Allow her to see him? To view the world without the blue hue? Or would he leave it on? There was something relieving about not being able to see. Allowing her other senses to take over. But she missed seeing his eyes. She could see so much in them. She could sense if he wanted her, found her funny, was angry or disappointed. And his mouth. Those lips that could create magic whereever they went. She could read so much from them too. From the curve on the corner when he tried not to smile, or when they turned down. Oh how she hated when that happened and he was disappointed with her. That hadn't happened in a while though and that's why he was playing this game with her.
She couldn't feel him anymore in the room. Had he left her? Arms behind her? Ass in the air? Wetness literally dripping down her thighs...Unable to see? But no. She could feel that breeze again that let her know he was near. He was behind her. Above her. Whispering in her ear. But this time she could hear him if she strained to listen closely,
Silently he removed the bag and thankfully he placed a pillow under her breasts. Her arms were still tied behind her and the pillow helped the strain on her neck. Then he stepped from the bed and went into the bathroom. She heard him turn on the water in the sink and let it run, but now she could only hear the water, whatever he was doing was masked by the white noise of the water splashing in the sink.
While she was listening to the water, he grabbed a tube of lubricant and carried it back into the bathroom. When he checked, the water was warm. From the drawer next to the sink, he took out a small velvet bag. It was heavy and from the bag he pulled a glass butt plug about 6 inches long. The butt plug was made of 3 spheres, each one slightly larger than the one before it, with the largest sphere a bit larger than a man’s penis. He placed it under the water to raise it closer to body temperature, and then used his other hand to warm the bottle of lube.
Meanwhile, back in the bedroom, someone was having problems. The inside of both thighs were becoming slick with moisture, one side even had a drop gliding down toward her knee. Being dominated was the one fantasy she had never told anyone, she had let out hints, she had taking to his training, without ever revealing how much it turned her on. And she was a VERY good student. When he assigned her exercises, she did twice as many as required. He gave her 50 kegels a day, she did 100. He told her to masturbate in the bathroom at 10am, she also "thought about him" at 2pm and again at 4pm. There wasn't a day that went by that her panties weren't soaked with her juices. So much so, that some days her dresses had a wet spot where she had sat. She had had to give up wearing pants because by 4pm in the afternoon, she looked like she had peed herself. This lover was different than every other she had ever had. It was like the lyrics to the song:
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my life with his words...
It's almost like he read her mind and took out her deepest desires and then played them out on her when she least expected it. Being bound and helpless, being exposed to the room like this. HOW, HOW did he know these things about her. Lost in her dreams, her cunt was sopping with her juices, so much so, they were dripping straight down from her lips onto the bed. She couldn't see this, but standing behind her, he could. All was going to plan.
He mounted the bed behind her, using the plug to test her pussy. Pushing in just the first knob, then pulling it out, checking the consistency of her juices. Before long, he had buried the entire plug in her and then abandoned it in favor of her clit. This girl was on FIRE! Her daily masturbation at work on the toilet had sensitized her to the slightest touch, and here he was, touching her exactly the same way. In under 60 seconds, she crested over the top with a wail like a wounded animal. The sensations were so intense her fingers were trembling, her leg muscles all but gave out, and her pussy soaked that butt plug like she was the ocean.
As the orgasm subsided.....
She couldn’t believe he let her cum so quickly. Usually he played with her. Brought her to the edge and then stopped. It was pure torture. Part of her hated it. But most of her loved the endless pleasure. Like riding up and up a roller coaster, all the excitement building, the hair on her arms standing on end, the scream brewing in her throat, the tightness in her thighs...but then he would stop at the top, just when she thought the crazy and intense drop would come. She would wait. Gathering her breath. Becoming aware of the inevitable pause he almost always inflicted her with.
But this time was different. He didn't make her wait. And he actually filled her while he played with her. He knew just how she liked to cum with something inside her; it was so much more intense that way. Having something to clench around and feel between her legs. Ten times better than when she did it herself in the bathroom at work. She had gotten so efficient. Learned how to cum quickly and quietly just when he told her to. But this. This was so much more fulfilling.
Why did he let her finish so quickly? All the thoughts were rushing through her head. Trying to figure out what he was thinking. Maybe she did such a good job staying still that this was her reward? But what else? What next? She wanted to touch him. And look at him. And take his cock in her mouth. She started to roll over and could see him standing there watching her. She wanted more.
He allowed her to roll over, but only onto her side. His fiendish bondage made it impossible for her to hug him. She could at best flail at him with her useless lower arms. Now that she was on her side, this was completely apparent to her. The look of desire in her eyes was nearly feral, the fire between her legs still smoldering, He lifted one of her legs and placed it on his shoulder, spreading her lips and stretching her thighs almost to the point of pain. Luckily she had been following orders and working on her stretching and yoga poses.
