I was lying on my back on the bed; naked. Wrists tied to each side of the headboard; ankles tied wide apart to the bottom corners. Spread-eagled. Vulnerable. Plug still in my ass. I hadn’t needed to remove it. In fact, I’d quite enjoyed it. It hadn’t hurt; just constantly reminded me it was there, and it had slowly worked on me. I wasn’t sure if it was the physical effect, or the promise of things to come; didn’t matter really.
He slowly stripped himself, looking down at me. Kneeling by the side of the bed, he bent over and planted a delicate kiss on my lips. I tried to respond, but couldn’t move far enough and he pulled away. I let my head drop back, and he picked up a chiffon scarf, and draped it over my eyes. I could see light and shapes, but no detail. Now all I could do was wait. Marcus had told me only a little about what to expect; no toys we hadn’t already used; no impact play – except possibly a playful smack or two for the surprise element; and no talking. I had the colours if I needed them; that was enough.
I suddenly realised why the music was on. Although it was very quiet, it meant I couldn’t really hear his movements; not work out exactly where he was. I felt my body rippling gently; wondering where the first touch would be.
Nothing. Apart from the music.
I couldn’t see him; couldn’t hear him. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting; I knew he was letting my anticipation build. I knew how patient he could be if he wanted. Time seemed to stand still. My body was tense, waiting for something to happen; wanting something to happen.
Nothing. Apart from the music.
Gradually, my body softened. I tried to clear my mind; to relax. After a while, I felt a sense of calm. My need changed. Wearing the plug, being stripped by him, being tied up by him, had all worked to turn me on. I had been wet, horny, driven. Now, that had gone. Well, I was still wet, but I felt different. Warm, safe, comfortable, cared for.
I cried out and seemed to jump three feet in the air. I didn’t; I couldn’t. But it felt like it. My body reacting to a shower of light touches all over it; from my breasts to my shins. I couldn’t work out what it was; couldn’t even guess. They stopped almost as soon as they started, and my body dropped down again. After a while, a second shower. I didn’t jump this time; just lay there and let their touch invade me. Giving me goose bumps; almost needing to scratch them; knowing I couldn’t.
Then nothing. Apart from the music.
A cool sensation appeared between my legs; right between my legs. My pussy was glowing; it had been getting worked up for hours. Now, every few seconds, I felt a cool feeling flow over it. It felt incredible. This continued for a while; I gave up trying to work it out. Suddenly, there was a much colder flash; followed by another, and another. And then I gasped as an intense cold seemed to grow around my whole pussy. Engulfing it. The cold penetrating my clit, my lips, and moving into the entrance. Pain? Pleasure? I wasn’t sure; the sensation was too strong.
And then it dropped away. I felt my own warmth flow back, and allowed my bum to relax, dropping my hips back down towards the bed. How was he doing this? That was already two sensations I couldn’t quite figure; I had an idea or two, but …
Then I felt his touch. His touch was magic; had been since we’d first met. He could do things with his fingers that made me melt; made me squeal, made me … his.
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