You got up from the chair and pull me along by the leather harness. I gasped at the sudden pain shooting through my joints and stiff muscles. You hold me tight, absorbing the shocks of hasted standing up. With me in your arms, you started to stretch. A pull. A twist. A bent. Then you kneaded my shoulders, punched my buttocks, twisted my wrists. When you clawed my hips and lifted me up I screamed in fear and pain. It was all a surprise. Followed by a warmth spreading like honey into my veins. The body awakened under your touch.
Standing in the middle of the room, your arms tightly encircling my waist, you asked me in a gruff voice “Do you want to cum, kitten?”. Oh, yes. <Yes> was the word screaming through my whole being. And you knew the answer. That is why you would not give it to me. Your chuckle proved me that I was to work hard to earn it. Oh, and I knew how hard you’d work me…You left me there standing and went in the other room. I could hear drawers opening. Screeching sounds. Your mumbling. When you returned you hold something in your hand I could not see.
“Turn around, kitten!”. You caressed my arm and pinched a nipple to encourage me to move faster. Then darkness engulfed me. The cloth you tied over my eyes was dense and coarse, heavy on my skin.
You started to untie me by pulling the knots, rubbing the leather string on my skin. I took a short breath of relief. It didn’t last long though as you started weaving your torture in different loops and new knots.
The strings crisscrossed my back, squeezed my tits, trapped my nipples, pulled my arms back. This time it wasn’t chafing the skin. It felt more like a safety net lovingly embracing my upper body. “Ummm, don’t you look delicious so helpless, so much at my mercy, my little bound slut”, you whispered in my ear. I wanted to reply but you covered my mouth with yours, a searing kiss, your tongue choking me, your teeth piercing the skin. The taste of blood in my mouth awakened the beast. I blindly searched for your flesh and grazed it with my teeth. I found your lip, as you generously let me, and pulled it, sucked it in my mouth. My whimper turned into moans and hungry growls. Your laughter poured into me before you left me bare and cold in the middle of the darkness.
Again standing there. Blind. Alone.
I tried to catch any sound or movement. An eerie silence surrounded me, sending chills through my body. Were you there? Were you watching me? Should I stay still? Should I move?
Suddenly the tv broke aloud, the soundtrack of your favorite series announcing a new episode. Distracted by the sound, I did not notice how close you were of me until your fingers grabbed the leather harness and pulled me backwards a couple of steps. My heel hit a soft object. You pulled me furthermore and I fumbled on climbing on the object. When you seemed satisfied to where I was standing, you ordered me to kneel. I lowered one knee and then the other and spread my legs as far as I could, keeping my toes interlaced. With my back arched, thrusting up and out my nipples, I extended my neck trying to touch you with my lips. Giggles burst in me when I realised I’ve kissed the air.
The soft support under me, a large cushion maybe, spun with me. My body staggered, trying to regain its balance.
It was then when I felt your knees pushing into my back. Your arm encircled my neck and pulled me as far back I could bent without falling over.
“You are going to earn your orgasm, kitten. Oh, yes, you’re going to work for all its worth”. Your laughter was so evil that cold shivers coursed through all my body.
You pushed me on my fours, adjusted my posture to fit the task you had in mind. In the darkness of the blindfold, I could only imagine how my body looked like, all poised and arched, head down hanging off the cushion, hard nipples pressed on its edge, knees apart and butt up, exposing my your kitty and rosebud.
Minutes passed without anything happening except for the fast conversations rolling up on tv.
The first strike lingered across both buttocks, like a long tongue of fire. Line next to line, you stripped the white canvas of my butt. I thanked you from the fifth hit, when the burn cut through me. And asked for more.
But who was I kidding? You already had your plan, what color, how burning, how many lines in your discourse. You checked the accuracy of your design, rubbing and squeezing without mercy the inflamed flesh. The smell of arousal mixed with the metallic scent of blood. One hit broke the skin close to the edge of my thigh.
Grabbing the harness in your fist, you pulled me back until the hairs on your naked legs tickled the sides of my hips. You brought me between your opened legs.
“My kitten, yours is to please the sceptre, keep it hard and well coated in your lust juices.” You positioned your kitty to engulf your cock than with a well placed stingy slap, you encouraged me to move my ass up and down on the shaft.
The strings interwoven on my back allowed you to correct my position each time I got strayed. With no support from my hands, tightly bound on my back, I relied entirely on the strength of my thighs and the core stamina. And your fist of lust. Each time I slowed down, you grabbed my arms and thrust faster and harder, roughly using your kitty. Sweat covered my skin in a glow. The juices trickled down my inner thighs. I was so close to cum. And you felt the pussy closing like a fist around your sceptre.
Relentlessly, your bare hand slapped my ass, making me move back and forth faster, taking you deeper, squeezing you. After the third wave of climax, you released the bonds from your hand and started fingering the rosebud. I needed no further encouragement. My ass swung as if it grew a mind of itself.
“Keep quiet, greedy slut!”, your voice broke over Frank’s discourse. Whimpering, I swallowed hard and focused on your sceptre and fingers. No sound.
A new episode started when you pulled out your sceptre and pressed me down on the cushion. Your weight crushed me. Your nails clawing my arms.
…As you pressed your palm between my shoulder blades, I felt you leaning over me, your breath hot burning my ear. “Who is my greedy kitten?” your voice rolled like a thunder. “I am your greedy kitten” I whispered. Your fingers probed my ass hole when your mouth came closer to my ear and growled “Whose is this ass?” “Yours, my King “, I whispered