“I’m going to untie you”, she told him, idly stroking his cock.

“Yes Ma’am”, he replied, breathing heavily, his cock hard and leaking precome from all of the activity so far, his nipples aching, his arse tensing to stop him thrusting up into her hand… he’s dying to come.

“Are you listening”? she demanded.

“Yes Ma’am” he nodded and looked up at her, his eyes clouded with need.

She leaned down to whisper into his … Continue Reading

He slid off the couch and sat at her feet. He lowered his cheek to her knee and rested there. She idly stroked his face, running her fingers through his hair, he almost imperceptibly rubbed his cheek against her leg as she stroked him. She could almost imagine him purring, but he was silent, his eyes closed as she petted him. Her hand left him to turn a page of her book, and she felt … Continue Reading

She beckoned him onto the bed and he quickly placed her clothes over the chair and scrambled up.

“On your stomach, spread-eagle”, she commanded.

He stretched out on the bed face down and waited. She moved around the bed, gently putting the heavy leather cuffs on him and attaching them to the bedposts, hardly touching him, silent, the only sounds his breathing and the gentle clink of the buckles and clips as she attached them. … Continue Reading

He stands in position, his hands clasped behind his head, his feet shoulder width apart. He stretches his body, pulls his navel towards his spine, holds his muscles taut, his abs, his biceps, his thighs all slightly flexed, he knows she likes that. And he waits. He concentrates on keeping still, quelling his urge to shift, to fidget, he knows better. He listens for any sound, any hint that she is approaching. Time passes slowly.… Continue Reading

She calls him to be with her at 6pm sharp. In the meantime, she prepares, already walking through the scene in her mind. Feeling herself moisten in anticipation. She puts the ankle and wrist cuffs by the door for him. She readies a bottle of champagne, tempted to have a glass, but wants her senses alert.

Then she waits.

She hears the door open and turns towards the sound. He comes in, as usual, knowing … Continue Reading

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She finally took her foot from his mouth, stood up, hiked up her skirt and straddled him, whumping down onto his chest so his breath left his body in a huff, her bare arse in her g-string against his chest. He drew gasping breaths as she pulled his arms down, and trapped them against his body with her knees and legs on either side of him. She shimmied up towards … Continue Reading