over.
“Now, let’s get some cuffs on those
lovely wrists of yours.” He said sexily and I was so excited I was about to
jump out of my skin. I had read so much about all of this, and finally it was
becoming my reality.
He strapped
leather, fleece lined cuffs to each wrist. As he did, he stood so close, I
breathed in his scent and felt his breath on me as he focused. The intensity in
his gaze had become even stronger the moment we walked in this room. As he
worked, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. Of the many things that
he would teach me, one that I learned early on was that anticipation was one of
the greatest aphrodisiacs.
“Raise your arms straight above your
head, dear.” I did and he stepped back, just looking at me. His eyes burned
with appreciation and lust as they scanned up and down my naked body. “Spread
your legs wider.” I did. “Arch your back a little more.” I did. And he just
stood there and looked for at least a minute. I wasn’t connected to anything,
but his stare kept me still as if I were chained to one of the eye-hooks in the
ceiling. “You’re beautiful, Jennifer. You’re absolutely perfect.”
Pride filled
me as I soaked in his compliment, “Thank you very much, Sir.” His words made me
even more determined to stay like that for as long as it might take, though his
next move made it clear, he was going to give me some assistance. He turned to
grab two leather cables from one of the walls and they each had hooks on either
end. He reached up and fastened one hook to one of the eye hooks, then clasped
one of my wrists, and repeated the process with the other. My arms were taught,
straight above me, shoulder width apart. I was ever so slightly up on my tip
toes.
Then he knelt
down and fastened cuffs to each ankle. He retrieved a spreader bar from one of
the walls and fastened it. Once again, he stood back to examine his handy-work.
Then, he grabbed a riding crop from the wall and I couldn’t help but smile. My
breathing had become shallow and I knew I was flushed.
“Little bird, do you like the riding
crop?” he asked with just a hint of a smile on his lips. I nodded and he
snapped it onto one of my nipples. “Answer me, Jennifer.”
“Yes, Sir, I think I do.” I said
breathlessly as the pain from my nipple turned into pleasure. Obviously, I
shouldn’t have let on that I liked it as he took a different tack.
He started
very, very slowly, lightly, tracing the end of the crop up my inner thigh, then
lightly brushed it over my sex, and ran it down the other thigh. The touch was
so light, it was excruciating. I was already so worked up from earlier, I knew
my pussy was swollen and wet. But I was getting the impression that he liked to
take his time as he lazily dragged the riding crop up the back of my legs, over
my ass cheek, down the crack, over the other cheek, down the other leg. Then he
moved up to my torso, tracing my waist, outside and around each breast, down
between them and then up the underside of my arms.
On and on the
tracing went, the touch so light it was becoming unbearable. But I had learned my lesson earlier, and
I wasn’t about to say that he was driving me crazy this time.
“You’re being very patient, I’m
impressed.” He said as he continued walking around, slowly grazing my body.
“Thank you, Sir.” I managed.
Then he
started lightly tapping me with the end. It was more than the tracing, but all it
did was make me even more agitated and aroused. He tapped my inner thighs, my
ass, all over my ass, my mound, my tits, but again, the touch wasn’t nearly
what I needed, yet it was enough to make me start panting more. I closed my
eyes to try to heighten the feelings, try to make them more intense.
Swat! On my nipple. My eyes flew open.
“Was I boring you, Jennifer?”
“No, no, Sir.” I panted and straightened
up.
“Because, if I were, I could just stop.”
He said, but he was behind me so I
“Now, let’s get some cuffs on those
lovely wrists of yours.” He said sexily and I was so excited I was about to
jump out of my skin. I had read so much about all of this, and finally it was
becoming my reality.
He strapped
leather, fleece lined cuffs to each wrist. As he did, he stood so close, I
breathed in his scent and felt his breath on me as he focused. The intensity in
his gaze had become even stronger the moment we walked in this room. As he
worked, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. Of the many things that
he would teach me, one that I learned early on was that anticipation was one of
the greatest aphrodisiacs.
“Raise your arms straight above your
head, dear.” I did and he stepped back, just looking at me. His eyes burned
with appreciation and lust as they scanned up and down my naked body. “Spread
your legs wider.” I did. “Arch your back a little more.” I did. And he just
stood there and looked for at least a minute. I wasn’t connected to anything,
but his stare kept me still as if I were chained to one of the eye-hooks in the
ceiling. “You’re beautiful, Jennifer. You’re absolutely perfect.”
Pride filled
me as I soaked in his compliment, “Thank you very much, Sir.” His words made me
even more determined to stay like that for as long as it might take, though his
next move made it clear, he was going to give me some assistance. He turned to
grab two leather cables from one of the walls and they each had hooks on either
end. He reached up and fastened one hook to one of the eye hooks, then clasped
one of my wrists, and repeated the process with the other. My arms were taught,
straight above me, shoulder width apart. I was ever so slightly up on my tip
toes.
Then he knelt
down and fastened cuffs to each ankle. He retrieved a spreader bar from one of
the walls and fastened it. Once again, he stood back to examine his handy-work.
Then, he grabbed a riding crop from the wall and I couldn’t help but smile. My
breathing had become shallow and I knew I was flushed.
“Little bird, do you like the riding
crop?” he asked with just a hint of a smile on his lips. I nodded and he
snapped it onto one of my nipples. “Answer me, Jennifer.”
“Yes, Sir, I think I do.” I said
breathlessly as the pain from my nipple turned into pleasure. Obviously, I
shouldn’t have let on that I liked it as he took a different tack.
He started
very, very slowly, lightly, tracing the end of the crop up my inner thigh, then
lightly brushed it over my sex, and ran it down the other thigh. The touch was
so light, it was excruciating. I was already so worked up from earlier, I knew
my pussy was swollen and wet. But I was getting the impression that he liked to
take his time as he lazily dragged the riding crop up the back of my legs, over
my ass cheek, down the crack, over the other cheek, down the other leg. Then he
moved up to my torso, tracing my waist, outside and around each breast, down
between them and then up the underside of my arms.
On and on the
tracing went, the touch so light it was becoming unbearable. But I had learned my lesson earlier, and
I wasn’t about to say that he was driving me crazy this time.
“You’re being very patient, I’m
impressed.” He said as he continued walking around, slowly grazing my body.
“Thank you, Sir.” I managed.
Then he
started lightly tapping me with the end. It was more than the tracing, but all it
did was make me even more agitated and aroused. He tapped my inner thighs, my
ass, all over my ass, my mound, my tits, but again, the touch wasn’t nearly
what I needed, yet it was enough to make me start panting more. I closed my
eyes to try to heighten the feelings, try to make them more intense.
Swat! On my nipple. My eyes flew open.
“Was I boring you, Jennifer?”
“No, no, Sir.” I panted and straightened
up.
“Because, if I were, I could just stop.”
He said, but he was behind me so I
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