Tied and teased …

Hours later, he slowly stripped me in the living room and led me through to the bedroom. I heard the music first; soft, gentle, unobtrusive. Then I noticed the smell and saw a couple of candles glowing; he must have lit them some time ago, as their scent filled the room. Then I saw the restraints at each corner of the bed.
Now, I was lying on my back on that 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; 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 realised why the music was on. Although it was quiet, it meant I couldn’t hear his movements or 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 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 and 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 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. And it didn’t need to be the obvious places either. Now, I felt his fingers on my tummy. He lowered his fingers around my belly button, the touch light, almost imperceptible, but I knew they were there. As he slowly moved them around, little muscles reacted as they came into contact. His fingers moved all over my body. Never losing contact, always touching.
I felt his breath on my skin, then a kiss. Then another. He began to kiss my belly, planting light kisses, then sucking on my skin, pulling it into his mouth. Then light kisses again. Moving around. Working up to my breasts, my shoulders, my neck. I heard his breath; could smell him. Again, working his way around my body, gently kissing. He returned to my breasts, and this time went to my stiff nipples. It felt good as he licked and kissed around them, gently taking them in his mouth, teasing them with his teeth. He pulled away, and gently tugged one with his fingers, massaging it, making it even harder. I felt his breath on my mouth as he kissed me fleetingly. I raised my head for more, but he was gone again.
Suddenly a pain went through the nipple in his hand; a clamp squeezing tight. I took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. He let my breast relax and waited for the initial pain to subside; I knew what was coming next. He twirled my other nipple between his fingers, and I felt the same feeling as he let the clamp gently tighten on that. Pain. Then relax. I felt his lips on mine again briefly; then they were gone.
What next? I briefly tried to understand what I was feeling. Not lust, not a desperate need. Just a feeling of release. Of being in someone else’s care. Of having complete trust in them. Was this what it meant to submit?
I felt the bed flex, as he climbed on. He was between my legs, his hands on my shins, slowly moving up. I shuddered as I felt his kiss on my thighs, his breath on my skin. Moving up, almost … Then on my abdomen, moving down. Each time stopping before kissing me where I wanted him to. God, I thought, patience can be overrated.
Then I felt his hands resting either side of my pussy, gently pulling, opening me up. I could feel myself unfolding, my lips swollen, my clit aching. Then it happened. I felt his tongue touch my perineum. My hips jerked as the sensation made its way up my body. But this time, he moved along it in the direction I needed. I knew I was wet; I’d felt my juices running for ages. He slowly licked them, moving up. Up one side of my pussy, avoiding my lips. I tried to shift my body to meet his mouth, but he was too fast; most of the time. He kissed and licked in an arc around my clit and went down the other side. Oh, it was good.
I groaned as I felt his mouth settle over one puffy lip, and gently pull it. Playing with me; licking it, kissing it, teasing it. I was building up now. He moved to the other side, repeating the process. My body was flexing, wanting to go further. I felt his mouth land over my clit, taking it and the hood between his lips, sucking gently. The feeling was all-consuming. He stayed there, covering me with his mouth, manipulating me with his tongue. I wanted him to finish me.
No. He released the pressure, and I felt his mouth move down until it reached my entrance. His tongue started to lick at my wetness, rough against my engorged, sensitive folds. I was moaning now, but it felt strange. Normally I could move around when he did this, allow my body to stretch and move as it wanted to. Not here. Not now. I was tied tight. I could move a little, but not much. He was working me now, fingers gently playing with the lips, mouth moving between pussy and clit. I felt a finger entering me and gently exploring what it found. I was in heaven; still not desperate, a different feeling. I couldn’t identify it, but it was working. I was close to coming.
He gently pulled away, and I flopped back with an annoyed grunt. Then I heard a noise. The wand. Oh, God. The wand.
It touched my thigh first, quite low. The vibration sinking into my skin and muscle. He ran it up and down my thigh, then the other. The noise changed slightly, and I felt him slide it gently underneath me, touching my perineum as he pushed it gently on. I raised my bum, but that brought my cheeks together, preventing him from sliding it further.
“Relax,” he said. I did.
This time, I let him slide it up under my bum, the round head working its way between my cheeks, the vibrations travelling through my groin. Suddenly it came into contact with the butt plug, and I moaned aloud as it carried the vibrations deep inside me. He pressed the wand up, pushing it tighter to the plug, and turned the vibration up. I almost came, I was so near now. He knew it. He turned the wand down, and let it rest under my bum. He went back to kissing and licking me, bringing me up again.
But never taking me far enough. Three, four, five times, he brought me to the brink of orgasm. And stopped. I tried everything. I tried to push my pussy towards him; I tried pushing my bum down on the wand. Nothing worked. I’d have to wait until he wanted me to come. Until he allowed me to come.
I felt him move off the bed. Bastard! Couldn’t he see my need? Of course he could. That’s why he hadn’t satisfied it. I sensed him at my side. He moved the scarf from my mouth where part of it had fallen as I had thrashed about and bent down and kissed me. I felt the bed give again as he got on, and I realised he was climbing astride me, knees nestling into my armpits.
Just as I realised what that meant and that I wanted it, I felt the tip of his cock brush my lips. I opened my mouth eagerly, but he was in control here. He ran it along from left to right, and back again. I could taste it but couldn’t see it. I could see his shadow through the folds of material moving about above me, looming over me. I felt his cock come to rest on my lips, and I opened my mouth. I gently pushed my tongue forward to lick it, coming up against his frenulum. He gave a little gasp.
Adjusting the angle, he tilted it and allowed me to take the head into my mouth, closing my lips behind the glans. I flicked my tongue around, tasting his pre-cum. Moving my head up, I tried to pull him towards me, so I could take more of him, but he pulled away gently. I dropped my head.
“No,” he whispered. “You wouldn’t be able to talk to me. Just relax… enjoy.”
I knew he was right; I could hardly call out a colour if I had his cock deep in my mouth in this position. But an idea appeared in my head, and I filed it away for the future. He guided his cock over my mouth and let me lick it and suck the head. His audible responses turned me on even more. The ache in my pussy reasserted itself. After a couple of minutes, he pulled away, and I felt him climb off. His lips touched mine again, and his tongue traced around them, tasting himself on me. He moved to my ear.
“Now,” he whispered. “I’m going to let you come. I’m going to make you come until you beg me to stop.”
I let out a whimper. He climbed off the side of the bed. Moments later, I felt him arrive between my legs. I was breathing hard. I needed to come; was he finally going to let me?I gasped as I felt his mouth completely cover my pussy, sucking greedily. Drawing everything in, his tongue pushing into me. I was already near when I heard the noise again. The wand. He pulled his mouth away, and this time there was no teasing. I felt the vibrations rush through my groin, as he placed it into the entrance, pushing it and moving it around. I felt his lips on my clit, sucking it hard. I felt myself give in to my need. Those flashes again, those colours. My body tensed as the feeling came over me. I arched my back, and the climax came, rolling over me. Touching every inch of my being.
But something was different. Instead of dropping from the peak, I was still there. He was carrying on. Still pressing the wand into me, still using his mouth. He reached up and flicked the nipple clamps, sending pain through my breasts. He wouldn’t let me come down. I felt the sensations again; different now, not as intense, but still rushing through me. Almost immediately, I felt myself building up, heading for the peak again.
I cried out as I came. He slowed, allowed me a few seconds, then transferred the wand to my ass, pressing it up against the plug. My hips jumped off the bed, as the vibrations shot through me, his fingers entering me and roughly fucking me. It didn’t take long before he had me squirming, pressing my bum down on the wand to get every sensation. Enjoying his fingers boring into my sex. I came again almost without knowing it.
I was losing it now; my breath was ragged, and I felt a bit lightheaded. How much more could I take? Now the wand was on my clit, pressing against it, running around it, almost painful. And here it was again, that feeling. My body froze as another orgasm soared through me. But this time, it was too much.
“Yellow,” I whimpered.
He stopped. Laid a hand on my thigh, gently stroking. I lost track of time for a while. My mind blank, oblivious to everything but my own body. Trying to make sense of it. Coming down.

“Sally?” A whisper by my head …
“Mmm.”
“Are you okay?”
“Mmm.”
“I’m going to take the scarf off.”
I felt the material slide across my face and squinted as my eyes registered the increased light. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at me. A gentle smile, with a hint of concern.
“Shall I release you?”
I’d almost forgotten I was still tied up.
“No hurry.”
Bending down, he kissed my forehead, then my cheek, then my lips. His hand went to my tummy and rested there.
“Just relax, take your time. That was quite something.”
For a few minutes, I lay there, him stroking my belly.
“Shall I take these off?” he asked. I’d forgotten the nipple clamps as well. “I should have taken them off when you were away with the fairies.”
He gently lifted a clamp, and slowly pinched it, releasing the pressure. Then removed the other one. Each time, the pain hit again, as the blood returned. He kissed me hard to take my mind off it. It wasn’t very successful, but the pain quickly subsided to soreness.
“Away with the fairies?” I asked.
“Yes, you were away a while.”
“How long?”
“About ten minutes after you called yellow.”
I was amazed, it had seemed like a moment or two.
“I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
“For having to say it.”
He bent down and kissed me.
“Don’t be,” he grinned. “I wanted you to. All part of my wicked little plan. I wanted to see how far I could take you.”
“Far enough?”
“For now.”
We looked at each other. A sudden urge struck me.
“Marcus, you need to untie me.”
An anxious look crossed his face.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, but I desperately need to pee!”