With no warning a cold piece of leather is caressing my underneath, I can sense you standing in front of me and what I now begin to realise must be a leather toy is being ran up me until it gets to my chin. It’s so impersonal, and yet so delicate, but feels as if it could be something more ferocious if I don’t do as expected.
As it reaches my chin it is expecting me to lift my head as prompted. I wonder what will happen if I don’t but I’m not sure I want to play those games with you just yet. Lifting my head I hear you smile, I hear a change in your breathing and I know you like what you see.
You move around me, I stay exactly as positioned. The piece of leather (which I am still trying to work out quite what it is) caresses all the way down me, from my neck right down the middle of my back.
The first tap of what I now realise is a crop shocks me, causing a sharp intake of breath. That burning sensation of pain on my bottom cheek mixed with that welcome warming sensation which every tap of the crop creates has reminded me how vulnerable I am.
The tip of that crop explores every inch of my body, sometimes with a gentle stroke and others with the tap of increasing strength. My whole body is tingling, wanting you, wanting more than the crop but can do nothing about it. Anything would be obedience and I know that would be punished by a longer wait. You will do what you want with me when you are ready, and for that I am grateful.
My bottom must be nice and pink by now; you have certainly given it plenty of attention. For the first time you speak, using the crop to indicate what you mean and ask me to spread my legs a little wider so that you can inspect me properly.
Just as I wonder what is coming next, I feel a finger slipping inside me, it is then at this point I realise just how wet I have become. I know I would be but your touch has confirmed it to me, my body craves for you to slip another finger in so that I can be expanded a little. I desperately want to lean back on your finger so it might go in a bit deeper, but I think you know that is my desire because you stop exactly at that moment. You know just how to tease me, and it’s frustrating the hell out of me!
I think I’m going to go out of my mind if you don’t take me and fuck me right this second, you’ve created a monster of anticipation in me and it won’t be long before this monster is completely out of control. It’s eating away at me; causing me to become so wet I must be dripping but can do nothing about it as you have me just where you want me. In your control.
