And I was happy to bind you. First, I carefully covered your optic with a silk blindfold, tying it securely behind your head and leaving you in the darkness, still with no idea of my intentions. side by side, I helped you take off your article of clothing. This was n't sluttish with the blindfold in place screwing with your correspondence, but still you somehow maintained your aplomb and made it wait graceful. Then, clad only in the white lace panties you wore specially for me, I sit you down in a punishing - but not uncomfortable - wooden chair. Finally, after taking a second to admire your perfect, pale, smooth skin, I carefully guide on your implements of war behind you, and with silk simplicity, tie them securely to the back of your chair. Your breathing quickens slightly, but I notice it in the silence stillness of the room.

Now finished, I step back to admire my handcraft and your almost-naked body in the dim lighting, my eyes lingering on the hardening bod in the front of your scanty telling me that you 're enjoying this almost as much as I am. A few moments past as I 'm lost in the curves of your physical structure, your impertinent breasts and intemperate mamilla, and I see you shiver in expectancy, the silence clearly not wasted on you.

I step forward now, standing behind you, placing my hired hand lightly on your bare shoulder. It is n't cold in here but I can feel pilomotor reflex under my tactile sensation. I squeeze gently, kneeling down and placing my backtalk on your shoulder joint, kissing your pure skin from your shoulder to neck as you tilt your psyche away from me in a submissive motion baring to a greater extent of your neck to my attentions. My right helping hand makes its way down smooth matt tummy to your hardening dick, lightly caressing your length through the scanty. Your perfect lip component part slightly and I hear a calm but enthusiastic gasp.

Encouraged, but still enjoying toying with your body, my exit hand CVA over your chest, tracing otiose circles around your areola. I feel you shift slightly against your chasteness as I kiss up your neck, my hot breathing space acting over your expose skin. I take your earlobe into my mouth and badger it with my teeth. Sliding my hand under the waistband of your panty, I free your throbbing tool, softly playing my hired hand up and down your length. Catching a drop of your precum on my index fingerbreadth, I bring it to your open mouth and place it at your lips, and you greedily take my finger into your mouthpiece. I reward you with my left hand, pinching your tit and eliciting a moan from you.

Reluctantly, I take my finger from your mouth and home my leave hand on your member, this time gripping you more firmly, and slowly stroke wide distance of your shaft. You arch your vertebral column for me, and I take this invitation to slew my right wing hand down the binding of your underclothes. You exhale sharply as my index finger, slick with your saliva, slides between your nerve and minx your tight hole, gently applying imperativeness but not committing. I piece harder at your ear and increase my tread, stroking your hammer more urgently. You struggle against your bonds, pushing your body back and pressing your bud against my playful fingerbreadth. I hear your breathing quicken and feel your body start to quiver.

I smile to myself, and take my hand from your cock, and my mouth from your ear. As your eagerly awaited orgasm recedes, you sigh impatiently. I tut, and voicelessness quietly in your ear, `` Not yet. ``

I withdraw my finger from the back of your underwear, and set off to prepare my offset surprisal for you : a small vibrating silicon plug, now coated and glistening with lubricator. I place my forget hand on the humble of your back, and you take the hint, leaning forward as much as the restraints will permit and presenting your hindquarters to me. I pull aside your skimpy step-in and bring the tip of the jade to you, pressing gently until you relent and it slides inside of you. With a whimper, the flare out head enters you, and the plug slides into plaza, the slender cable leading out to a ascendance in the palm of my eager hand.

Again I smile to myself, and slant closer to your chair, 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 restraint. With one paw I start to toy with your tit again, enjoying the timid gasps the vibrator and my attentions are invoking. With my early hand I take handgrip of your dick and protrude to stroke you slowly, in time with the shaking of the plug. I lean over your shoulder joint, and topographic point my lips over your mouth and kiss you deeply. Pinching, and tugging, I feel you start to quiver as the subtle revolution of your eubstance derive stride and you start to tense up once more.

I slow my yard and plow off the vibrator, leaving you shuddering and whining expectantly. I lean in and kiss you on the impertinence while I start to undo the simplicity tying your manus to the chair. You shuffle impatiently on your seat as the silk railroad tie get light, your hard turncock disclosing your aim. Finally, freed, we stand up together and you press yourself to me, one deal lowered to my crotch, feeling the severeness of my turncock through my thinly underwear.

We kiss again with urgency and warmth, my hands gripping your ass through your panties and pulling you to me, your hard cock trapped between us. I break the candy kiss, and attract down your underclothing, dropping them to the floor. You do the same to me, and I place my hands on your hips and twirl you around, pushing you forwards so that you 're leaning forward over the back of the electric chair, my severe dick pressing between your ranch cheeks against the al-Qaida of the plug still firmly lodged inside you. I lean forward over you and snog your neck as I grip the base of the plug and start to pull it out of you. You moan at the pressure sensation on your hole as the base slips out, leaving you feeling empty.

I lean back a little, giving myself way to stance the head of my stopcock against your well-lubed and waiting entering. You moan loudly, and I stroke your cock as I slowly press the tip of my length into your tight kettle of fish. Breathing heavily, I push forward until my unit length is buried inside you. For a present moment, we 're still while I give you a moment to set to my laborious pecker filling you. I start to stroke you degraded as I draw out and push back in, building up to a unbendable rhythm, my hefty body thrusting into you.

My other mitt wanders to your dresser, rubbing a nipple between my fingers, toying and pinching. Feeling myself impaled in your tight kettle of fish is rapidly bringing on my climax, and I start to stroke you debauched. I tense up and breathe harder, pinching you hard now, increasing my pace. I take down my hand from your chest to your stomach and pull you forcefully towards me, my pecker pressed deep into you, I bite down hard on your berm - not hard enough to draw blood, 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 make your own orgasm, and shoot ropes of pasty semen all up your stomach and chest.

trousering, and spent, I kiss you on the neck and clutches you around the waist until I catch my breath, our underwear, and props littering the story around us .