I’ve this fantasy I cannot get out of my head…
I wake up after nodding off to the sound of the shower. I’ve been left restrained, a mornings load plugged inside me by a dual clitoral/gspot stimulator he has access to through his phone.
I strain to see the sunlight cross the room through the blindfold the time passes. He’s left some classical/synth playlist on in another room and I can just hear it from my place among his pillows.
I’ve been left me with water and a helpful straw within lips reach so I stay hydrated.
I can’t help but grin feeling similar to a pet hamster when I make the connection that I am HIS pet in this scenario.
A little time passes after he’s left and I’m sleepy and replete from his morning attention.
I nod off again. What just seems a few minutes later and suddenly my clit is thrumming.
He must have made it to work safely, I muse as I work my thighs tightly together to gain release before he switches me off again.
I’m very nearly there when he cuts the connection. I grumble. This repeats off and on at various intervals.
Crescendo and decresendo…the music and I are often in sync. A musical day of mewling, desire, and denial.
He must have come home extra quietly. I didn’t hear the door—I’m keening…begging and near release once more as he stands in the door and gazes on the blinded, bound woman he left that morning—legs splayed by a loose spreader so I might have just enough rope to hang my arousal on when I tighten my thighs during his mobile ministrations.
I’m wide open now, little birthmark near my opening glistening from the days moisture quelling from me. My clit a stone of desperate need. My fertile scent permeates the room. He hits the app on his phone and watches me rouse again, silently from the doorway, stalking me like a deer lost in unfamiliar woods.
He tears off his tie, his button down, his trousers…and he is himself again. He strokes off to my thrashing, helpless need.
He denies my release again and without speaking, he climbs into the bed and plunges his fingers into my moist, begging warmth.
I arch.
I mewl.
He replaces his deft fingers with his hungry tongue and gently bites down on my swollen nub and assaults it with his greedy mouth.
Sucking. Kissing. Whispering to it the wicked things he wants to do with me.
I cum in his mouth. He laps me up and as the aftershocks from the days frustrations fall over me, he rams his length, balls deep into into my waiting cervix and I scream a second orgasm.