At her mercy
The evening only started, but she already takes ropes and commands me to get naked. I do as told, without questions. As always with such signals, it also means I should remain silent until she allows to speak again.
When I am done, I stand in front of her, slowly put away my hands from my breast. As always, I am a bit shy. The first seconds of being so exposed are always very intense. The skin starts to rest from the clothes, and I feel myself very vulnerable and exposed. She looks at me inquisitively. Somehow I start to feel collar on my neck. Usually I forgot about it, but now when I have nothing on me, it reminds about itself.
It is a bit cold in the room, the fact also adds up to my emotions. Somehow the contrast awakens submissive feeling in me.
She finally tells me to come over and turn to her with my back. I do that, and she leans towards my ear. I think she wants to say something. But instead she kisses me there, gently goes down, to my neck. I heavily breathe in, feeling the forgotten warm in my stomach and down. I press into her. She is in her soft sweater with long sleeves, and I am fully naked. She slowly slides her hand on my shoulder. It is warm and cold at the same time. Goosebumps cover my skin, I shiver slightly. Her hand slides to my collarbone, down. She grabs my tit, and squeeze it a bit. I am mess already. I just moan, expecting to be punished for the sound, but she allows it. Such simple tease, but my long denial says for itself.
Her hand let my tit go and slid to my hand. Her hand takes mine behind my back. Slowly, gently. When my second hand is behind my back, I feel the touch of the rope. I stay without movements, but inside I am on fire. But I stay silently, just biting my lower lip. I feel the rope, it wraps around my hands, my wrists, my forearms and my elbows. It is like spider’s web. When she is done, she pulls the ropes and tightens it.
I stay stretched, but my hands behind my back make me push forward my tits. My wrists are fixed parallel to the floor. My hands are tied to the forearms. I try to put some force into my arms, to fight the rope, but I realize I can do nothing. My hands are locked.
She turns me to her, and puts her finger under my collar. With my arms behind my back it is harder to keep balance, easier to just follow her directions. She pulls me to her face. I look her in the eyes, see only sparkles and fire there. I am her pray for the night. The confidence in her eyes, a slight sneering smile, my limited mobility, all of this excites me. I want to whisper something but don’t dare to. She only smiles. Her face is so close, her lips is so inviting. I reach for her, but she perfectly controls my position via my collar.
She leads me to the sofa and pulls me down. “On your back” she says. And I lie down on my arms, put my legs on the sofa.
I already feel I am soaking wet, but now without my hands I can do almost nothing. She makes my leg to bend in the knee. Another rope wraps up around my hip, goes down the leg, and secures my ankle to the back of my thigh. She was so close when she wrapped up the rope around my thighs, I could feel the movements of the air with my desperate and wet cunt. But she didn’t pay attention to my struggling.
My second leg is bend the same way. Now I am completely immobilized. I look at her, from down up, completely in her mercy. I don’t know what to expect. She rarely binds me up this way. She sits at the edge of the sofa, and start to slowly tease my nipples. I look at her begging, trying to express my frustration and desperation. She only giggles. She parts her lips, and stands up. I follow her perfect figure as she goes away. When she returns back, I see a leash in her hands. She puts it on sofa, and commands me to sit. I try, but my tied up legs doesn’t let me. She smiles, but helps me to lift myself. Her warm body is so close. I am dying internally out of lust.
Then she grabs the leash and attached it to my collar. She stands up, a bit pulling it, but I can’t follow her. It isn’t expected from me. She goes around the sofa with a leash in her hand and I follow her with my eyes. When she is behind my back, I can hear she attaches the other tip of the leash to the base of the lamp, standing behind the sofa. The lamp is quite heavy, I can’t move it slowly, but I wouldn’t try it. But the leash attached to it effectively fixates my head and body position on the sofa. I can’t pull forward my body. And the feeling that I am attached to something via leash feels very intense. So intense that I try to hump air with my crotch, squeeze my muscles inside my cunt, but nothing brings me relief. I burn.
I feel as something drips down my cunt, it is so wet it can’t be contained inside anymore. The thoughts of being so horny that I leak arouses me even more. While I struggle with fighting my lust, I don’t notice how she grabs a ball gag and come over me. She presses the gag against my lips, pushes it. I open my mouth and accept it.
She buttons the clasp at the back of my head. I feel myself so deeply exposed, so deeply at her mercy. The gag is a bit too big for my mouth, it causes me drool. She stands in front of me and admired her work. I look her in the eyes. The state fully covers me, overwhelms me. My ultimate helplessness, my utter giving myself to her disposal of me, my complete dependence on her - all of these things together put my mind in a crazy heavens, my heart starts its race. I feel myself so owned and free at the same moment. The stress of the day went away, now there is only my Owner. And her will.
Then she takes her phone and puts its camera on me. My face is on fire, I imagine how I look from the side. “Click”, I hear, I can’t make myself look into the camera, I lower my eyes. Gosh, how I soak. Another beeping I recognize the sound of video recording. I blush even more, I tremble. And I leak, as I’ve never leaked. Will it be seen on the video, I wonder.
“Who is my good girl?” She asks. I don’t know if I should answer so I hesitantly remain silent. She repeats her question, and I try to say it, but of course the gag transforms my speech in inarticulate mumbling. I only drool more. My breast is all wet. She giggles behind her phone. I feel myself so embarrassed and so humiliated.
She comes over, and took a shot from close distance. My desperate and helpless expression on my face, my tits all wet from my saliva, my soaking cunt, shining in the rooms lights. I note as she stops exposition on my tattoo with her name, makes sure it is clearly visible, and then goes down. I am so exposed and so helpless.
Finally she puts her phone away, calls me a good star and asks if I liked it. I nod. I can’t lie. She smiles and kneels down in front of me.
The touch of her tongue down there is like an ice and fire at the same time. I can’t think straight anymore. I melt. I squeeze my hips around her face, her soft and nice skin caresses me. Yes, she is down there, but I am at her mercy. Her tongue is slow. She makes slow licks from top from my clit to down, opening my labia a bit. She sternly looks me in the eyes. I sob, I plead, I moan. For some reason I try to lean towards, but the leash doesn’t let me. She continues her play, her slow tease, her slow torture. She stops her licks, but starts to suck my clit, also slowly. She perfectly know how it should be. She perfectly knows how drive me crazy.
Then she again starts with her tongue, she puts it inside. Not deeply, but it makes it worse. It feels good, but not good enough. Exactly as she wants it. I moan through the gag, ask for more, but she doesn’t want more for me. He hands slide my belly, up, find my erected and exposed nipples. Her fingers start to play with them, along with her tongue teasing me inside.
The teasing edge comes very fast. I breathe heavily, my heart is in race. I am far from orgasm. I know I won’t get it, and mentally I am prepared for it. But physically I crave for it. I need it. The long months of denial now all here. I feel them. The concentration of lust pulsates in me, making it hard to endure. I am a mess. My body betrays me.
That’s why the edge is so empty. She stops very suddenly. Stands up, and quickly let’s my leg go. Ropes fall on the floor, she detaches the collar from the leash and leads me to the bathroom. I follow her. I can’t think normally. My body wants something. She leads me in the shower and starts pouring water on me. Not cold not warm. It helps. When I calm down she puts a towel on me and wipes water out of me.
Then she hugs me. I am still gagged, my arms are still behind my back. I am desperate and so hers.
She frees my arms in five minutes. The gag goes last.
“How are you?”, she whispers in my ears. I so love it. I bury in her sweater, feeling myself so owned by her.
“Thank you” only thing I could say.