Torturing You…

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Torturing You…At last I have you exactly where I want you. You’re on lying on your back, naked (of course) on a small padded bench. It’s maybe two feet wide and three feet long. Your head is lolling off one end. Your wrists are cuffed together under the bench. At the other end your legs straddle the bench, and your ankles are cuffed together under it. Finally, your wrist cuffs are connected tightly to your ankle cuffs. It’s almost a frog tie but with the bench in the middle. I don’t think you’re too uncomfortable but, apart from your head, your range of movement is essentially zero. And at the moment you’re gagged. I’ll remove that eventually, when I want to hear you.I spend some time just looking at how beautiful you are in this situation, and how beautifully helpless. As I walk slowly around you your eyes are following me. What do I see there, is it apprehension? It should be.But I can’t just look at you forever. So I make myself comfortable and focus my attention on your breasts. They really are quite lovely. I begin with the lightest of touches, with only my finger tips. Round and round, concentrating on the under sides, occasionally bolu escort lifting slightly to enjoy their weight. Circling the nipples, not touching them yet, but spiraling closer, developing an anticipation. Eventually I make contact, ever so gently, and your eyes close. Look how they stand to attention, gorgeously erect, wanting more. Perhaps you mentally willed them not to do that but, if so, they have disobeyed you – they know what they need. So I give it to them .. partially. I stroke round and round and tap them with my finger tip, but always with a maddening lightness, like a butterfly touch. Though I have an iron will, even I can’t keep this up for too long. I form my mouth into a wide “o” and place it slowly over one nipple, bathing it in my hot breath but not making contact, not yet. And then I touch it with the very tip of my tongue. Ah, there’s my reaction, your head falls back and I can’t wait any more, and I envelop your nipple with my lips and tongue in a mini orgy of kissing, sucking, and licking. It’s too delicious and I don’t want to stop, but I can’t neglect her sister, now can I? She must have her turn too.And now it’s bolu escort bayan time to head lower. Slowly and delicately I butterfly-kiss my way down your rib cage to your navel, and spend a little time there. It would make a beautiful vessel for something, but I can’t think of the perfect thing right now, I’m too distracted as I head down your stomach.Here I must pause to regain my composure – we’re approaching a critical point in the proceedings. With the fingers of my left hand I very gently separate your lips, retract her hood, and coax your bud into the open. She’s very lovely, like a rosebud in the early morning, all pink and dewy. With my right hand I reach under the bench and find my brush. It’s an artist’s sable watercolor brush, very expensive and incredibly soft. I dip it into a little pot of warmed lubricant gel (cherry flavored, though that does not matter yet) and apply it to the little fold just below the tip of your bud. You jerk and moan (your back would arch if it could) and I begin painting your bud with my soft little brush. Round and round, up and down, but never with too much pressure, just slow and persistent. escort bolu Look how swollen it is now!And I’m very, very patient. At first you’re just taking it, delighting in the attention, but gradually you begin to appreciate your predicament. Although this stimulation is driving you towards a frenzy of need, it’s just too soft and too slow to tip you over the edge. And so you go through some interesting stages. First, impatience, with some light pleading (yes, I removed the gag). Then irritation and frustration – you even threaten me with revenge. But I’m so patient, and you’re back to pleading and a note of true desperation creeps in….We’re nearly there now – you’re a trembling, panting mess of unbearable need, with every desperate thought in your head condensed into a single word: please, please, please. There is nothing else left of you but that word, that need. This is where I wanted you to be. Perhaps I’ll satisfy you now. Or perhaps I won’t…EpilogOf course I couldn’t leave you in that state. Of course your pitiful pleading melted my heart. And I lowered my lips to you, and I kissed and licked and sucked until you slid over the edge into a bottomless pool of ecstasy.And afterwards I held you as you trembled and sighed.And I stroked you, and told you how beautiful you are. And I had what I wanted – I owned you utterly and completely. Just as you own me…

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