Birthday In Bondage
I was naked with my
knees wide apart, tied, to a table, on my back. I felt so exposed to my
captor's gaze.
There was silence except for the faint discrete hum of the vibrator, deep
inside me, and my own
staccato breathing . . .
He had her tied over a table, on her back, knees wide apart, ankles tied to the table legs, her arms above her head and pulled down towards the floor behind her. The position was very uncomfortable. The vibrator purring gently inside her made it nearly unbearable. There was nothing she could do to adjust to the insidious demands of the beast humming faintly in her cunt, or to increase its effect on her needy clit. Before he left her, he had eased her labia apart, and stroked her clit to make it stand up, and it was still there, sticking up between her fleshy lips, desperate for stimulation. It would be hard to manage an orgasm with the vibrator positioned like that, and running on slow, but equally it was impossible to ignore it. "Just don't leave me too long, darling, please", she thought.
It
was her birthday, and he had promised her something special, so she knew
there would be more to the evening than just this, but had no idea what it
might be. The suspense was terrible, wonderful. There was a sound, and a
movement of air. Someone was in the room, but the blindfold prevented her
seeing him. But she smelt his aftershave, knew she was safe. "Please
darling, do something," she whispered after a few minutes. Nothing.
Silence except for the faint discrete hum of the vibrator, and her own
staccato breathing. "Oh please," she thought to herself,
"don't make me beg, I hate having to beg." The smell of his
aftershave was strong, he was near. Where? Something touched her nipples,
making her yelp. It felt like a soft feather being drawn slowly over her
breasts. Oooooooh.....
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