His Torture by Lady Solde

He waits for me. Bound, naked, spread eagle, he waits.

I place my foot upon the stool, engulfing the slender length of my leg with my fishnet stockings. Pulling them up tightly to my thigh and clasping them on to my garter. Leaving the panties on the bed, I fasten the corset around my body, my breasts overflowing the edge. Slowly, I slide my foot into my favorite pair of red stilettos. Thoughts in my head turn to the many torture sessions that these shoes have accompanied me, and I laugh tilting my head back slightly. Shaking my head I remind myself that I have a task at hand that needs dealt with. My hand runs down my side, feeling the silkiness of the material against my skin and a sinister smile crosses my face.

The echo of my stilettos pounding on the floor stirs in my ears and my thoughts are of him. As I walk purposefully down the hall, my body begins to tingle and my heart begins to beat a little faster. The cool breeze created as I walk, gently glides across my pussy lips and I am very aware of my own excitement.

Stopping in the doorway, I just stand there gazing at him, his magnificent hard body. This is all mine, every inch, every crevice, every muscle, every curve, and he is here at my mercy. Earlier, I made sure that I secured him tightly to the bed, spread eagle, naked and I blindfolded him. All of this for a purpose, and this purpose was about to begin.  Watching him, I can see his chest rising and falling faster. I scan his body from top to bottom, resting slightly at his cock and slowly my tongue traces my bottom lip. However, his cock isn't my reason for today.

I walk over to the television and put in my favorite porn, only because I want the sounds of hard fucking to entice him and make him squirm before I begin the session. After a few minutes of the slapping and fucking sounds, I turn to look at him and I see his cock is responding nicely. His body squirming and I laugh quietly because he has no idea what is about to come.

From the foot of the bed, I look at my sub, blindfolded, naked, vulnerable and I cannot wait to begin. Slowly I move onto the bed, kissing his ankle as I do. Then, using my lips I kiss my way up his body, my hands caressing him as I do. Once my kisses reach his manhood, I stop and straddle myself over his hips. Sitting there for a moment I can feel his cool skin against my warm pussy.

Slowly, I begin to move towards his face and as I do, I am sure to rest my hips so that my pussy skims across his bare muscular chest. Marking him with my scent . Hearing a soft whimper from his lips, lets me know that I am doing exactly what I planned.

The whimpers do not effect me, in fact they increase my desire to torture him further. A cynical smirk crosses my face as I position myself over his face. The softness of my inner thighs flank his cheeks and i can feel their warm blush against my skin. I look down at him and firmly say, "Be sure to not touch my pussy or you will be punished further". My fingers find their way to his blindfold and I push it back onto his forehead. He takes a deep breath to attempt to breathe me in and I can immediately sense that he is ready to explode. My fingers find their way to my core, and I spread my pussy lips apart making sure that he is paying attention to me and only me. Swollen, red, throbbing, I begin to rub my clit and moving my hips against his face. Feeling his nose close to me,  he is trying to get as close as he can but remembering my one rule like a good sub should. Taking two fingers from my other hand, I gently slide them inside of me, burying them deep into the sweet darkness making sure that they get my sweet nectar all over them. As my fingers thrust deep inside of me repeatedly, the juices begin to flow gradually downward. My thoughts begin to fade and my body becomes a whirlwind of emotions as I inch closer and closer to erupting in pleasure.

With my fingers deep inside of me, and my hips moving to the sensual rhythm that beats silently within me, primal moans escape from the depths of my throat. My body tenses up, every muscle tightening in that precursor to sexual release, I thrust faster and harder deeper with every lunge. In the blink of an eye, my body begins spasming and I scream his name loudly as I bend backwards letting my hair fall down my bare shoulders. My release lasts a few minutes as my body shudders repeatedly and I notice that my fingers are coated with my warm sweetness. Slowly, I open my eyes as my body returns to normal and I see he is wanting. His eyes devouring me seductively and I bring my moistened fingers to his lips roughly inserting them inside his mouth, hooking them to the side of his inner cheek. He is like a greedy baby, suckling at their mother, but i don't give him the satisfaction.

Quickly, I remove my fingers and I laugh at his feeble whimpers.  My hands gently glide over his cheekbones letting him feel my bare flesh against him, and I bring the darkness back. With my task accomplished, I remove my body from his, immediately feeling the stark contrast of the cold against my ivory inner thighs. Walking down the hall, I don't even consider the condition that I left him in, that isn't my problem.

Satisfied, a smile crosses my lips as I begin to unfasten my corset and remove my garter. I shall have to do this again because it was definitely intensely pleasurable. He can just stay where he is for the time being.

He waits for me. Bound, naked, spread eagle, he waits.