It’s all quiet when I turn my lock in the key and enter the flat. There are no lights on and the only sound is the ticking of the clock in the lounge.
Perplexed, I put down my bag and hang my keys up on the hook on the back of the door. I was expecting you to be here, I had thought we may go out for a late supper. It’s unusual for you to not let me know where you are and a tiny pang of worry pricks at my mind. Your coat is hanging up and your boots are by the door, which dials up the anxiety a little more.
I turn on the light in the hallway and notice that the bedroom door is closed. That’s odd. We rarely close it. I have a sense of something building in the air as my fingers close around the handle.
The room is illuminated with the lights of dozens of flickering candles. Their light dances and leaps, creating fantastical shadows on the walls.
And on your body.
You are sitting on a high backed, heavy, wooden chair in the centre of the room. You sit up straight and still, barely breathing. I stand entranced for a moment and admire you. Your perfect little breasts, the smooth planes of your stomach and thighs. The deliciously bare and plump pubis. The elegant neck and throat, the soft skinned arms. You are so beautiful you almost stop my breath. Your lush, dark hair falls over your face and leaves it in shadow.
The ropes around your ankles and thighs are pulled tight enough to dig into your skin as they hold your thighs apart, your slender, fine ankles tied to the chairs front legs. Your hands are behind the back of the chair.
I take a moment to circle you as you sit there in silence. You know somebody is there but until I speak you will not be sure it is me. I let the tension escalate. I’m in no hurry.
Your wrists are in steel handcuffs. I can smell your perfume on your throat and wrists.
I examine the tightly fastened harness panel gag which you have applied to yourself. The smooth mouth cover is held tightly in place by the straps which go under your chin, around the back of your neck and either side of your nose and over your head. A blindfold covers your eyes.
This close I can see the slight rise and fall of your chest as you breath. As I watch your areolae crinkle and erect your nipples. I smile to myself. You have been thoughtful enough to arrange a variety of toys on the bed, like instruments for an operation. I select a decent sized vibrator and crouching before you, I slide it between your swollen and pouting lips, so your weight holds it there. You gasp and swallow as I switch it to it’s lowest setting and you begin to moan softly.
I give your left nipple a little twist as I go past you to shower, causing you to jump and squeal into the gag. In the hot cascading jets of water I am hard and I stroke myself lightly, enjoying my arousal.
I take my time and wash thoroughly before getting out and turning off the water. In the bedroom I can hear your continuous soft moans. When I have dried myself and return you are twisting sensually in the chair, grinding your pussy against the vibrator. Your body is sheened with sweat and your hair is wet across your forehead.
I sit on the bed watching you for a while. The way your body moves and responds to the stimulus and the restraints, I could watch you forever. I lean forward and switch the speed of the vibrator up a few clicks and watch as your breathing speeds up in response.
I cannot contain myself and much as I enjoy watching you I want my hands on that exquisite flesh. I kneel on the floor, quietly. Stealth is not really needed as by now you are in a world of your own, but I feel catlike and predatory. Your legs jerk and your feet are doing a little dance of their own.
You jump as my teeth fasten on the delicate and sensitive skin of your inner thigh, biting fairly gently at first and then a little deeper. Not enough to break the skin, but you will have a bruise there tomorrow. Your knees try to close and you bend forward as much as you can. But you have of course thoughtfully tied the chain from the handcuffs to the back of the chair and your thighs to the front legs, spreading yourself for me. So, you’re not getting away.
I move up your thigh towards your pussy, a chain of bites. You are writhing and groaning continually now. As I reach the delta at your groin I switch the toy to it’s highest setting. Your head goes back and your make an long drawn out muffled scream as my mouth closes softly on your dripping wet pussy.
My tongue slowly and sensually teases up your clit and within seconds you are bucking and moaning, pulling at your bonds as you come.
Finally, exhausted, you hang limp in the chair, held up only by your self applied restraints. Your nostrils flare weakly as you seek air. I take advantage of your docility to untie your legs and uncuff your wrists. I hustle you over to the bed and throw you onto it. My cock is still hard as ever and I plunge it into you without further ado.
I love the flutter of your muscles as I enter you, opening you and pushing in deep as you gasp and grunt. I drive in and out and you respond by pushing back against my thrusts. You buttocks slap against my stomach as I increase the force of my thrusts, pushing you into the bed, throwing you around like a ragdoll. My hands are at your waist, fingers digging into the soft skin as I seek for purchase. I use my knee to spread your thighs further and haul you up onto your knees.
It is only when I begin to spank you that I can feel the enrushing of your second orgasm and as it rises within you and blooms, the contractions of your muscles begin to milk my seed from me and I come, shuddering, spraying your insides with my thick semen.
As we lie panting together afterwards, your head on my shoulder, I unfasten and remove the gag and blindfold.
‘Welcome home Master’ you say, your voice cracked and parched as I pour us a glass of wine.
