Her Sweetness by Lady Solde

I wait in darkness. Alone. Bound.

For her I wait, spread eagle, bound with silk around my wrists and ankles, and I eagerly wait. The blindfold preventing me from seeing, hearing nothing but the sound of my heart beating, and I feel the cool air cascading over my taut, naked body. The cool air teasing me as I wait, the anticipation exciting me.

In the distance, I hear the firm clicking of her familiar steps. She is wearing her favorite pair of stilettos and I hear her coming closer to me. My heart quickens as I feel her approaching me, my body craving her. Then, silence.

In this silence, I can feel her eyes caressing me, devouring me, and my own body begins to respond to her, without her even touching me. Just knowing she is near, feeling her hungry gaze, smelling her exotic scent, excites me to no end and I feel my cock begin to harden.

Laying here vulnerable, exposed, blindfolded, bound and naked, I hear the sound of fucking coming from the television. Not just a soft sex, but hard and rough. Intensely erotic sounds and I envision that Mistress is watching her favorite porn. My body begins to ache for her, to touch her, to lick her and to please her. For that is my purpose in life, making her happy.

Almost as soon as the thoughts are finished in my head, I feel her. Her body crawling up mine, her lips kissing my legs, my inner thighs, torturing me with every touch. She stops briefly, then I feel her position herself above me and she sits down upon my belly. I can feel the warmth of her pussy against my bare skin. She continues to crawl up my body, letting her pussy drag against my skin, leaving a moistened trail in its wake. I whimper softly as my cock instantly hardens. I pull at my restraints wanting to touch her, aching in need, longing for her, but they just tighten around my wrists and ankles reminding me that I am at her mercy.

The sweet aroma of Mistress fills my nostrils and I know she is moving nearer to my face. Her inner thighs gripping my chest firmly, reminding me that she is in control. My own body begins to hurt. Not from pain, but from the desire and ache that I feel for her. The tremendous need in my loins causes my cock to throb in a pain that becomes unyielding.

As I lay here, trying to not explode my cum all over, she moves still further up my body and maneuvers herself over my face. I can feel the warmth radiating from her pussy. Her sweetness is so close, but yet so far away. I cannot touch or lick until she allows me to do so and I am dying to drink from her. Suddenly, Mistress pushes the blindfold from my eyes and I blink a few times to adjust to what is before me. Mistress. I see her glorious pussy before me, her lips perfectly parted, her manicured nails slowly flicking her clit. As I watch, Mistress begins to rub herself slowly at first, encircling her clit, moaning and seductively moving her hips. She is very aroused and I wonder if she knows that she is torturing me. As she begins to insert two fingers inside of herself, I am about ready to explode. Her fingers thrust repeatedly inside of her, as her other hand continues the dance upon her clit. Then, I am given a blessing from Mistress as her juices begin to drip slowly upon my face. My tongue reaches out to lick her sweetness from my chin. I lap up as much as I can being careful to follow her command of not touching her with my tongue.

I hear her moans becoming louder, her hips are thrusting against her fingers wildly and I know she is ready to cum. Watching her reaction is such a joy to me, As she orgasms, her back arches and her juices release over my face and again I lick what I can, but its not enough. I want so much more! I can see her fingers glistening with her own cum as they begin to slow down their thrusting inside of her. Damn, I wish I were those fingers! Then, as if Mistress can read my thoughts, she roughly hooks her fingers into the edge of my mouth and I feed hungrily, trying to get as much of her sweetness as I am able, afraid that she will pull them out at any second.

Confirming my fears, within seconds Mistress removed her fingers and I whimper because I want more.  She brings her hands to my face again, pulling the blindfold back over my eyes, pushing me back into the dark abyss. Her warmth dissipates and I hear her move away. The sounds of her stilettos growing faint down the hall.

My own body aching with desire and a need that only she can fill. Cock hard and throbbing to the point of pain, I lay in the darkness, bound, spread eagle, waiting for her.

I wait in darkness. Alone. Bound.