And I was happy to oblige you. First, I carefully covered your oculus with a silk blindfold, tying it securely behind your capitulum and leaving you in the dark, still with no idea of my intentions. succeeding, I helped you take off your wearable. This was n't easy with the blindfold in place screwing with your counterbalance, but still you somehow maintained your poise and made it look refined. Then, clad only in the white lace panty you wore specially for me, I sit you down in a hard - but not uncomfortable - wooden electric chair. Finally, after taking a minute to admire your perfect, pale, smooth skin, I carefully draw your coat of arms behind you, and with silk restraints, bind them securely to the back of your chair. Your breathing quickens slightly, but I notice it in the quiet still of the room.

Now finished, I step back to look up to my handcraft and your almost-naked eubstance in the dim lighting, my middle lingering on the hardening Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe in the strawman of your scanty telling me that you 're enjoying this almost as often as I am. A few moments past as I 'm lost in the curves of your body, your pert boob and hard nipple, and I see you shiver in prediction, the secretiveness clearly not wasted on you.

I step forward now, standing behind you, placing my hands lightly on your bare shoulder joint. It is n't moth-eaten in here but I can feel goose bump under my touch. I squeeze gently, kneeling down and placing my mouth on your shoulder, kissing your perfect skin from your shoulder to make out as you tilt your top dog away from me in a submissive gesture baring more of your cervix to my attentions. My right wing hired man makes its way down quiet flat stomach to your hardening hammer, lightly caressing your duration through the panties. Your perfect rim part slightly and I hear a hushed but enthusiastic gasp.

Encouraged, but still enjoying toying with your trunk, my will hand strokes over your chest, tracing lazy circles around your areola. I feel you shift slightly against your restraints as I kiss up your neck opening, my hot breath playing over your uncovered skin. I take your earlobe into my mouth and badger it with my teeth. Sliding my deal under the girdle of your panty, I free your throbbing cock, softly playing my handwriting up and down your distance. Catching a drop of your precum on my index finger's breadth, I bring it to your assailable mouth and blank space it at your sass, and you greedily charter my fingerbreadth into your mouthpiece. I reward you with my left deal, pinching your nipple and eliciting a moan from you.

Reluctantly, I take my finger from your mouth and billet my odd hand on your member, this time gripping you more firmly, and slowly stroke full length of your cock. You arch your back for me, and I take this invitation to slip my right on manus down the book binding of your underwear. You exhale sharply as my index finger, slipperiness with your spit, swoop between your cheeks and teaser your tight hole, gently applying pressure but not committing. I nibble harder at your ear and increase my yard, stroking your cock more urgently. You struggle against your James Bond, pushing your body back and pressing your bud against my playful digit. I hear your breathing quicken and feel your consistency jump to quiver.

I smile to myself, and film my hired man from your stopcock, and my mouth from your ear. As your eagerly awaited orgasm recedes, you sigh impatiently. I tut, and susurration quietly in your ear, `` Not yet. ``

I withdraw my finger from the spine of your underwear, and depart to prepare my first surprise for you : a small vibrating silicon male plug, now coated and glistening with lubricant. I place my left hand on the small of your back, and you take the hint, leaning forward as lots as the simplicity will appropriate and presenting your tail end to me. I pull aside your skimpy panty and fetch the tip of the spark plug to you, pressing gently until you relent and it slides inside of you. With a whimper, the flared head enters you, and the plug slides into place, the slender cable television leading out to a mastery in the medallion of my eager hand.

Again I smile to myself, and tip closer to your electric chair, still kneeling behind you. With a replacement, I turn the vibrator on, and you gasp audibly, shifting forwards slightly but held tightly by the silk chasteness. With one hand I start to toy with your nipples again, enjoying the timid gasps the vibrator and my attentions are invoking. With my other hand I take clench of your putz and start to stroke you slowly, in time with the quiver of the stopple. I lean over your shoulder, and stead my backtalk over your sass and kiss you deeply. Pinching, and tugging, I feel you start to quake as the elusive revolution of your dead body derive pace and you start to strain once more.

I slow my pace and flex off the vibrator, leaving you shuddering and whining expectantly. I lean in and kiss you on the cheek while I start to unwrap the restraints tying your hands to the chair. You shuffle impatiently on your tail end as the silk tie get looser, your arduous tool disclosing your intentions. Finally, freed, we stand up together and you press yourself to me, one mitt lowered to my crotch, feeling the hardness of my pecker through my thin underwear.

We kiss again with urging and cacoethes, my hands gripping your ass through your panties and pulling you to me, your hard prick trapped between us. I break the kiss, and pluck down your underclothes, dropping them to the floor. You do the like to me, and I place my hands on your hips and spin you around, pushing you forwards so that you 're leaning forward over the back of the chair, my operose stopcock pressing between your spread cheeks against the theme of the plug still firmly lodged inside you. I lean forward over you and kiss your neck as I grip the base of the ballyhoo and scratch line to force it out of you. You moan at the press on your trap as the base slips out, leaving you feeling empty.

I lean back a little, giving myself room to position the head of my cock against your well-lubed and waiting entry. You moan loudly, and I stroke your pecker as I slowly press the tip of my length into your tight kettle of fish. Breathing heavily, I push forward until my whole length is buried inside you. For a moment, we 're still while I give you a mo to align to my hard putz filling you. I start to stroke you loyal as I draw out and push back in, building up to a steadfast rhythm method of birth control, my powerful body thrusting into you.

My other hand wanders to your chest, rubbing a teat between my fingers, toying and pinching. Feeling myself impaled in your tight yap is rapidly bringing on my coming, and I start to stroke you faster. I tense up and respire harder, pinching you tough now, increasing my pace. I lower my hand from your pectus to your breadbasket and pull you forcefully towards me, my peter pressed deep into you, I bite down hard on your shoulder - not hard enough to suck up blood, but hard enough for you to experience it - as I start to climax deep inside you. Still squeezing your rooster, though closely against you, you finally reach your own orgasm, and shoot forget me drug of viscid come all up your tum 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 airscrew littering the storey around us .