Anticipation is everything...
by Caterina

 A package arrives in the mail with a note. Golden embossed lettering on
parchment paper indicates to be ready at eight, wearing what is in the
package and to pack an overnight bag. When I open the box I find fine golden chains and instructions on how to wear them. One has clamps on either end that are to be attached to my nipples and the others are joined together designed especially to be fitted and locked around my hips and pussy.

I grow damp imagining what you have in store for me tonight.  The threads
weave between my folds stimulating me with every movement. There is a tiny padlock that presses against my clit, the key has not been provided. It
clicks in place, and I know there is no turning back. Blood surges through my nipples as they are clamped, but as time passes I cease to feel anything but
a vague ache. See through  silk panties, are also provided and fit tightly
over the chains keeping the pressure constant. Thigh high black boots that
zip up the inside of my thighs and a black cape are the only other
adornments. There is something about the sound of zipped leather that stirs
my blood.  At eight sharp you arrive at my door. Silently you enter and
motion for me to slide the cape off for a moment and turn around. You lean
against the door and examine me for a moment then reach out to pull at my
nipples and cup my pussy. When I start to step toward you, you tell me to put
the cloak back on and hurry that we have a long evening ahead of us. Each
step is torture, especially as you maintain your distance until we enter the
elevator. Then it begins again, with your hands sliding inside the cloak
pinching and kneading my skin. Moments before the doors open, you step away and lead me through the lobby. A limousine is waiting and you guide me into the back seat.  Seating  me across form you, you hand me a glass of champagne refusing to tell me where we are going.  Instead, leaning back casually, you begin explaining everything you intend to do to me, in great detail. 

Sweat begins to bead between my breasts and my thighs clench together in the vain attempt to quell the moisture between my legs.  I begin to squirm in my seat but you refuse to let me sit next to you. Instead you have me open my cloak and kneel between your legs with my legs spread.

Asking me to remain in that position you cup my breasts, caressing them and pinching them. Your palm caresses my cheek half threateningly, warning me to keep quiet and not to cum without permission. For what seems like hours, the exploration and limit testing continues. Skin, damp with the effort to remain quiet and keep from climaxing, shakes with need. Finally you tell me to suck your cock and to do a good job or you will make me wait all night before you let me cum. I reach and unzip your pants and begin licking and sucking slowly at first, then faster, up and down like a giant popsicle. Fingertips knead your balls gently cupping them and squeezing, running nails delicately over your sensitive skin. Calloused palms alternately fondle my breasts and smack my ass, demonstrating what does and does not please you. All at once I taste salty, sweet cum coursing down my throat, nature's own milk shake.  Every drop is licked and swallowed, cock and balls gently milked dry. Licking  my lips, I savor the taste, so close to cumming myself. You then reach down and zip yourself, telling me to cover up.  We are here.

Gathering the cloak about me, I take a deep breath. Stepping out shakily my
eyes struggle to adjust. I hadn't realized how much time had passed. The
driver has stopped at a black spiked gate, that from its nails on a
chalkboard sound, hasn't seen use in a while. A majestic house stands several feet beyond, beautiful and secluded yet slightly overrun from disuse. Rubble and overgrown grass and wild flowers make the path difficult and you place a hand on my elbow, the other around my waist in the guise of support. You thank the driver and tell him to pick us up in the morning but not too early. The lout grins at that and winks and I wonder at the extent that the divider really is tinted.

 Once he has gone you guide me inside and lead me to the bathroom. Kneeling between my legs you unlock the chains around my pussy and tell me to relieve myself now because I won't have a chance for a while. You then sit on the edge of the tub and hand me a douche and tell me to clean myself well and to get rid of the panties. You watch telling me what to do the whole time, then ask me to lie on the floor, with my legs and arms spread. Turning my head away, I do as you ask, body flushed with embarrassment and excitement. You kneel between my outspread legs working my pussy with your fingers, until they drip. Reaching into your pocket you remove the beginning of this evening's surprises. Before I can protest, you push two balls inside my pussy and a plug in my ass. Crying out, I begin to squirm but you reach up and squeeze my nipples hard and tell me to behave. Then you relock the chains and reach inside your pocket, In the next moment I feel the plug and balls begin to vibrate and my hips arch up off the ground.  The vibration is mild just a tease really, but enough to keep me tense and frustrated. Next you reach into the bottom cupboard, pressing down on my chest with the other, watching my reaction to your newest toy. You dangle the collar in front of my eyes for a second before fastening it around my twisting neck, laughing as you bat away my arms. Leaning down and kissing me hard, I barely notice the click of the leash, until you pull me up by it.  You order me to get up and run your  bath, as you undress, loosening your grip just the necessary length. As my hands reach to remove the collar, you pull me forward over the bend of your arm and give my ass a hard smack. Casually you begin removing your clothing, giving me a warning look. Scattering your clothes in colorful heaps, you cock your head toward the tub and I grudgingly run your bath. When you are done, you slip the remote from your jacket pocket and place it at the far end of the tub close at hand. You hand me a sponge and tell me to give you a sponge bath and to do it slowly. As I kneel by the tub sponging you down, you reach over and increase the speed on the remote then lean over and begin to suck and bite and my nipples and breasts. Wrapping the leash around your hand you pull me until I am leaning half over the tub breasts near your mouth arms forced to grab hold of the other end of the tub. You begin to reach over and knead my ass with your hand as your teeth nibble at my nipples.  A finger slides up and own the crack of my ass and lightly over my pussy, until I am begging you to make love to me. It isn't enough though, you want to hear the words. You want to hear how much I want you to fuck me and you want me to use
the word fuck as I tell you exactly how desperate I am to feel your hard cock
fill me. You know that in public those words make me uncomfortable but that
they turn me on when we are alone, when you are using them and making me use them. When I am beyond caring about what is proper or polite.

Heart pounding, I can feel blood pulsing through my veins, never have I felt
so alive, yet as I look into your eyes the words refuse to come. My stomach
jumps at the resolve forming on your face. In one fluid motion you rise,
water falling in waves from your hard body. My eyes cling to your erection
until the next view I have is the floor, belly jolted by the impact of your
shoulder. Striding quickly the room spins in a blur of dizzying colors. I
strive to catch my breath, the pressure on my abdomen increasing the humming within.

Setting me down in front of a full length mirror and spinning me around you
pull me forcefully back, pressing me against your erection. Fingers tangle in
my hair, giving me no choice but to look at myself in the mirror. Chest
heaving, I look in disbelief at the wild woman in the mirror. Blond waves
spill down my back and chest. Nipples thrust out between golden locks. My
cheeks are flushed and lips swollen. Your other hand snakes in front of us
and grabs hold of the sopping curls between my legs. "Mine! Can you honestly say that anyone else can get you this hot this fast? Look at yourself! You want it so bad you would let me do anything to you right now. "

The pressure of your palm has me moaning with pain and pleasure, as the balls slide deeper. The scent of my own arousal assails my nose as you slide your hand up my body dampening my stomach and breasts with my juices before bringing your fingers to my mouth to suck. Skin damp with need, I watch the woman in the mirror suck each of your fingers slowly. Pulling my head to the side, hair still anchored by your fingers, I watch as your mouth moves to my neck and bites down hard. Writhing against you, your hand returns to my crotch, holding me, controlling me. Your erection presses hard against my ass and I can tell by the look in your eyes how excited you are by my struggles. Gradually your mouth releases my neck and moaning I see faint traces of blood on your lips and my neck. Pulling my head toward you, I taste my own blood as your lips and tongue invade my mouth. On the edge of either cumming or blacking out, I hear you say," Now tell me who you belong to.

Eyes locking with yours in the mirror, I whisper, "You."

"I want to hear all the words or I will leave you chained to the bed with
your little toys buzzing away inside of you all night."

Taking a deep breath, unable to bear the thought," I belong to you."

"Very good. By the end of the night you will belong to me in every way a
woman can belong to a man. There won't be an inch of your body that I won't
know as well as my own... inside and out."

fin

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