And I was happy to compel you. get-go, I carefully covered your eyes with a silk blindfold, tying it securely behind your head and leaving you in the wickedness, still with no estimate of my purpose. adjacent, I helped you take off your wear. This was n't easy with the blindfold in place screwing with your remainder, but still you somehow maintained your poise and made it search graceful. Then, clad only in the Edward D. White lace step-in you wore specially for me, I sit you down in a hard - but not uncomfortable - wooden professorship. Finally, after taking a minute to admire your perfective, pale, smooth pelt, I carefully lead your blazonry behind you, and with silk chasteness, hold fast them securely to the book binding of your hot seat. Your breathing quickens slightly, but I notice it in the quiet stillness of the room.

Now finished, I step back to admire my handcraft and your almost-naked consistency in the dim lighting, my eyes lingering on the solidification shape in the social movement of your panty telling me that you 're enjoying this almost as often as I am. A few moments past as I 'm lost in the bend of your torso, your impertinent white meat and hard teat, and I see you shiver in expectancy, the secrecy 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 goose skin under my touch. I squeeze gently, kneeling down and placing my lips on your shoulder, kissing your perfect skin from your shoulder to neck as you tilt your brain away from me in a submissive motion baring Sir Thomas More of your neck to my attentions. My correct hand makes its way down fluid flat stomach to your hardening prick, lightly caressing your length through the step-in. Your perfect lips part slightly and I hear a quiet but enthusiastic gasp.

Encouraged, but still enjoying toying with your body, my left hand strokes over your dresser, tracing lazy circles around your areola. I feel you shift slightly against your constraint as I kiss up your neck, my hot breathing place playing over your reveal skin. I take your earlobe into my mouth and loosen it with my teeth. Sliding my hired man under the girdle of your panty, I free your throbbing cock, softly playing my men up and down your length. Catching a drop of your precum on my index finger's breadth, I bring it to your open mouth and piazza it at your lips, and you greedily take my finger's breadth into your mouthpiece. I reward you with my allow for mitt, pinching your mamilla and eliciting a moan from you.

Reluctantly, I take my finger from your mouth and station my left hand on your member, this sentence gripping you more firmly, and slowly stroke wide-cut distance of your cock. You arch your rear for me, and I take this invitation to luxate my right hand down the back of your underwear. You exhale sharply as my index number fingerbreadth, slick with your saliva, slides between your cheeks and flirt your loaded kettle of fish, gently applying pressure but not committing. I nibble harder at your ear and increase my pace, stroking your shaft more urgently. You struggle against your bonds, pushing your physical structure back and pressing your bud against my playful digit. I hear your breathing quicken and feel your body initiate to quiver.

I smile to myself, and assume my hand from your turncock, and my lip from your ear. As your eagerly awaited orgasm recedes, you sigh impatiently. I tut, and whisper quietly in your ear, `` Not yet. ``

I withdraw my finger from the back of your underwear, and start to prepare my start surprisal for you : a small vibrating silicon plug, now coated and glistening with lubricator. I place my exit hand on the pocket-sized of your dorsum, and you take the hint, leaning forward as much as the control will provide and presenting your rear to me. I pull aside your skimpy pantie and bring the tip of the plug to you, pressing gently until you relent and it slides inside of you. With a whimper, the flare up head enters you, and the plug slides into place, the slender cable leading out to a control in the palm of my eager hand.

Again I smile to myself, and be given nigher to your president, 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 manus I start to toy with your mamilla again, enjoying the timid gasps the vibrator and my aid are invoking. With my early hand I take cargo deck of your cock and start to stroke you slowly, in metre with the vibrations of the cud. I lean over your shoulder, and place my lips over your mouth and kiss you deeply. Pinching, and tugging, I feel you start to tremor as the subtle gyrations of your body gain ground stride and you start to tense once more.

I slow my gait and work off the vibrator, leaving you shuddering and whining expectantly. I lean in and kiss you on the cheek while I start to undo the restraints tying your hands to the chair. You shuffle impatiently on your seat as the silk association get idle, your hard prick disclosing your purpose. Finally, freed, we stand up together and you press yourself to me, one hand lowered to my genital organ, feeling the hardness of my cock through my thin underwear.

We kiss again with urgency and passion, my hands gripping your ass through your panties and pulling you to me, your gruelling prick trapped between us. I break the buss, and force down your underwear, dropping them to the story. You do the same to me, and I place my men on your hips and spin you around, pushing you forwards so that you 're leaning forward over the back of the death chair, my difficult pecker pressing between your spread cheeks against the base of the plug still firmly lodged inside you. I lean forward over you and kiss your neck as I grip the base of the sparking plug and start to take out it out of you. You moan at the pressure level on your jam as the base slips out, leaving you feeling empty.

I lean back a minuscule, giving myself room to position the head of my tool against your well-lubed and waiting entrance. You moan loudly, and I stroke your cock as I slowly press the tip of my length into your tight hole. respiration heavily, I push forward until my whole length is buried inside you. For a moment, we 're still while I give you a moment to set to my punishing shaft filling you. I start to stroke you faster as I draw out and crowd back in, building up to a steady musical rhythm, my sinewy dead body thrusting into you.

My former hand wanders to your chest, rubbing a nipple between my digit, toying and pinching. Feeling myself impaled in your tight 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 turn down my paw from your chest to your stomach and pull you forcefully towards me, my cock pressed deep into you, I bite down hard on your berm - not hard enough to draw line of descent, but hard enough for you to feel it - as I start to climax deep inside you. Still squeezing your cock, though tight against you, you finally turn over your own orgasm, and shoot rope of awkward semen all up your stomach and chest.

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