And I was felicitous to oblige you. First, I carefully covered your oculus with a silk blindfold, tying it securely behind your head and leaving you in the dark, still with no mind of my intent. Next, I helped you submit off your clothing. This was n't easy with the blindfold in place screwing with your balance, but still you somehow maintained your sang-froid and made it bet refined. Then, clad only in the white lace panties you wore specially for me, I sit you down in a severely - but not uncomfortable - wooden electric chair. Finally, after taking a min to admire your perfect, picket, smooth tegument, I carefully guide your coat of arms behind you, and with silk chasteness, bind them securely to the cover of your chair. Your breathing quickens slightly, but I notice it in the quiet lifelessness of the room.

Now finished, I step back to admire my handiwork and your almost-naked consistency in the dim kindling, my heart lingering on the hardening shape in the front of your step-in telling me that you 're enjoying this almost as often as I am. A few moments past as I 'm lost in the curve of your soundbox, your pert breasts and hard nipples, and I see you shiver in expectancy, the silence clearly not wasted on you.

I step forward now, standing behind you, placing my hands lightly on your bare shoulders. It is n't cold in here but I can feel goosebumps under my touch. I squeeze gently, kneeling down and placing my lips on your shoulder, kissing your unadulterated tegument from your shoulder to make out as you tilt your head away from me in a submissive motion baring more than of your neck opening to my attending. My good mitt makes its way down smooth flatbed abdomen to your hardening cock, lightly caressing your length through the panties. Your perfect mouth part slightly and I hear a quiet but enthusiastic gasp.

Encouraged, but still enjoying toying with your consistence, my impart hand cerebrovascular accident over your bureau, tracing lazy dress circle around your areola. I feel you shift slightly against your chasteness as I kiss up your neck, my hot breath acting over your uncovered skin. I take your earlobe into my back talk and tease it with my teeth. Sliding my paw under the waistband of your panties, I free your throbbing putz, softly playing my script up and down your length. Catching a driblet of your precum on my index finger, I bring it to your undefended mouthpiece and topographic point it at your lips, and you greedily involve my fingerbreadth into your mouth. I reward you with my odd paw, pinching your nipple and eliciting a groan from you.

Reluctantly, I take my fingerbreadth from your mouth and piazza my left hand on your member, this time gripping you more firmly, and slowly stroke to the full duration of your cock. You arch your rachis for me, and I take this invitation to slip my right hired man down the back of your underwear. You exhale sharply as my index finger, slick with your saliva, swoop between your face and annoyer your soaked hole, gently applying pressure sensation but not committing. I pick harder at your ear and increase my stride, stroking your cock more urgently. You struggle against your Bond, pushing your consistency back and pressing your bud against my playful figure. I hear your breathing quicken and feel your consistence start to quiver.

I smile to myself, and take my helping hand from your dick, and my mouth from your ear. As your eagerly awaited coming recedes, you sigh impatiently. I tut, and whisper quietly in your ear, `` Not yet. ``

I withdraw my finger from the back of your underclothes, and commence to organize my first base surprise for you : a belittled vibrating Si stopper, now coated and glistening with lubricating substance. I place my left bridge player on the small of your back, and you take the hint, leaning forward as much as the constraint will allow and presenting your backside to me. I pull aside your skimpy pantie and get the tip of the plug to you, pressing gently until you relent and it slides inside of you. With a whimper, the flare up pass enters you, and the hack slides into piazza, the slender cable leading out to a ascendancy in the decoration of my aegir hand.

Again I smile to myself, and incline closer to your chairwoman, still kneeling behind you. With a switch, I turn the vibrator on, and you gasp audibly, shifting forwards slightly but held tightly by the silk restraints. With one hand I start to toy with your tit again, enjoying the timid gasps the vibrator and my attending are invoking. With my other hand I take clutch of your rooster and set about to stroke you slowly, in meter with the vibration of the male plug. I lean over your shoulder, and place my sassing over your rima oris and kiss you deeply. Pinching, and tugging, I feel you start to quake as the subtle gyrations of your torso gain pace and you start to tense up once more.

I slow my pace and turn off the vibrator, leaving you shuddering and whining expectantly. I lean in and buss you on the cheek while I start to undo the constraint tying your hands to the chair. You shuffle impatiently on your hind end as the silk ties get looser, your hard cock disclosing your intention. Finally, freed, we stand up together and you press yourself to me, one hand lowered to my crotch, feeling the harshness of my cock through my slenderize underwear.

We kiss again with urgency and passion, my deal gripping your ass through your scanty and pulling you to me, your difficult cock trapped between us. I break the buss, and pull down your underclothes, dropping them to the level. You do the Sami to me, and I place my hands on your articulatio coxae and spin you around, pushing you forwards so that you 're leaning forward over the cover of the chair, my hard cock pressing between your spread cheeks against the base of the plug still firmly lodged inside you. I lean forward over you and buss your neck as I grip the base of the plug and start to pull it out of you. You moan at the pressure on your fix as the groundwork slips out, leaving you feeling empty.

I lean back a little, giving myself room to status the head of my pecker against your well-lubed and waiting entry. You moan loudly, and I stroke your stopcock as I slowly press the tip of my length into your rigorous hole. Breathing heavily, I push forward until my whole length is buried inside you. For a moment, we 're still while I give you a second to adjust to my hard cock filling you. I start to stroke you faster as I draw out and push back in, building up to a steady rhythm, my powerful body thrusting into you.

My former paw wanders to your chest, rubbing a tit between my fingerbreadth, toying and pinching. Feeling myself impaled in your soaked hole is rapidly bringing on my climax, and I start to stroke you faster. I tense up and breathe harder, pinching you hard now, increasing my pace. I low-toned my hand from your chest to your abdomen and pull you forcefully towards me, my turncock pressed deep into you, I bite down hard on your shoulder - not hard enough to draw rip, but hard enough for you to feel it - as I start to culminate cryptic inside you. Still squeezing your cock, though tight against you, you finally touch your own sexual climax, and shoot rope of sticky seminal fluid all up your stomach and chest.

Panting, and spent, I kiss you on the neck and hold you around the waist until I catch my breath, our underwear, and props littering the floor around us .