1. Anticipation


    Date: 9/22/2017, Categories: Reluctance, Author: hooster1, Source: LushStories

    You sit on the wooden straight back chair, silently watching as I follow your instructions, taking off my black dress and black lace bra, leaving matching panties, a garter belt, thigh highs, and shiny black heels. I climb on the bed and watch you wander over to the end table where all your toys hide and slowly open it. Smiling, you turn back towards me, holding up a red satin blindfold. “Ready?” You take my sight, then I feel you tie my wrist. You take my smooth ankle and wrap another silk tie around it. You pull my other leg wide and I shiver as the cool air enters my slippery slit that just gaped like a pea pod being split open. Finally, another swath of cold, strong silk circles my other wrist before constricting like a snake. I pull myself over a bit, balancing the tension evenly between each limb. You return silently to sit in your chair again. If you are very quiet, you can hear my gentle breathing. I know you are watching me. You tied me up with my panties on, the ones that tie on the sides. I imagine you climbing onto the bed between my trussed legs without saying a word. My mind tries to fill the silence in the room, imagining you that close to my treasures, staring at them. I can just imagine the control. Sitting between my legs, inches away, but still not touching me. Just looking. My need works on my mind, making me wet. Should I beg? Should I beg you to touch my cunt? It's ready. Maybe I will start rolling my hips a little, trying to tell you I want your touch. ...
    I imagine your weight shifting forward, taking the little ring through my nipple and turning it, then a little tug before it pulls free again. Finally, I really do feel you climbing on the bed between my thighs. Slowing my breathing, I wait, desperately listening. Not seeing your hand reaching for my tit, it surprises me. I wait for you to touch the other one, but nothing. I twist up a little, the ties on my arms prevent me from raising my other breast up very high. I’m trying to let you know I want this too. After minutes of excruciating silence, I jump as the pad of your finger feather touches other nipple ring, gently pulling it down until it springs free. The light touch traces down the soft swell of my breast towards my hips before leaving my body. Your weight shifts down a bit. You settle, becoming silent once more. The black lace of my panties is soaked now. I rock, trying to get purchase, something, anything to apply pressure to my empty cunt. It's empty because all my juices are leaking out, soaking my lace, some even running down my ass. I think about my ass in the echoing silence of the room, of how slippery it is now. I know you could just reach under the edge of my panties and slide a finger inside my bottom hole. Being tied wide, all I can do is complain. The very thought of trying to squeeze my cheeks together to keep your imaginary finger out becomes real as my body acts out the vivid fantasy running through my mind. Instead of complaining about your finger, ...
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