The door is leaned slightly so that I can enter quickly. It is warm in your apartment and I let my coat slide down my shoulders. Underneath I wear black lace underwear, which shows off my slender body and small breasts well. You have already told me what will happen now. You will come closer from the shadow, admire my body and kiss me passionately. So skilfully that I will fall for you almost instantly. It will be difficult for me to find a foothold on my high heels but your strong arms will hold me. So tightly embraced we will move on and on towards the bedroom. You will gently lay me down on the bed and feel along my body with your hands. I will wriggle and breathe a little faster for a moment. Then you will kneel in front of me, spread my legs and carefully kiss me down there. And even before you have pushed deeply into me for the first time, I will have orgasmed at least once.
My pulse now races a little faster while I think about your words. But then a click tears me out of my thoughts. You are already standing behind me and slowly kissing my neck. Then you whisper in my ear that I should close my eyes. I take another deep breath and let myself fall into the darkness, ready to be caught by your hands. Waiting eagerly for the satisfaction that I am deeply longing for.
Something leathery wraps around my neck and all I hear is a click when you close the collar. Then a hand goes through my hair and with a jerk you suddenly pull me to the ground. Surprised I open my eyes again and look up to you. Your smile looks innocent, but there is something lurking in your eyes. You grab my chin with one hand and lift it slightly while you attach a leash to my collar with the other. I want to stand up and slap you. I want to put on the coat, storm out the door and slam it with a loud bang… But I don’t. And you’ve known much longer than me that I’m all yours now. I look into your eyes expectantly as you explain that today will be all about your lust. Your black suit fits perfectly, your shirt is slightly open at the top. I would like to stroke your chest and explore your body. All I hear then is a loud bang followed by a burning pain on my cheek. “You are not listening to me attentively. You will do everything I ask you to today! Do you understand?” I nod quickly because I am afraid of another slap. To my surprise this thought excites me very much. I want you to be pleased with me. You blindfold my eyes with a cloth and it becomes dark around me again. A pull on the leash makes it clear to me in which direction I should follow you. I want to stand up, but immediately you push me down again. On all fours I follow you through the apartment. Finally, you stop and I have no idea where I am.
With a certain voice you explain to me that I should kneel on the stool in front of me. I follow the instruction and suddenly feel strangely presented. The stool is not very high, quite wide and softly padded. Then nothing happens…. There is complete silence. My pulse starts racing and I can hardly stand the tension. I want to see you, know what you are doing. Are you still looking at me? Are you still in the room? Then I hear you breathing right in front of me and an assumption comes to my mind. Are you satisfying yourself right now and are you getting horny at the sight of my presented body? I would have thought that this makes me rather angry, but somehow it turns me on even more. I spread my legs a little to give you a better insight and you seem to like it, breathing becomes faster. Why don’t you touch me? Why do you just let me wait here? Slowly I let a hand slide between my legs, but you hit me on my thigh before I can even guess my target. Startled, I pull my arm back and am unsure what to do. “Do you want to touch yourself?”, I hear your deep voice ask. I nod and claw my fingers into the fabric of my stockings to suppress the renewed impulse. “How badly do you want it?” In fact, I have never felt such a strong need to be touched or to touch myself. Everything in me is longing for it. “I would like it very much, if I may?” In response, you stand behind me, turn my arms behind my back and tie them together with a rope. Then I feel your fingers gently against my shoulder. They slowly stroke along the top of my lingerie towards my breasts. I am already approaching your hand, but you only allow me the lightest touch. Then you pull the lingerie aside and expose my breasts. And I am alone again. Alone without the possibility of touching myself, presented before you, completely at your mercy. I am longing so much for your closeness and your attention. The ropes begin to hurt and I pull on them in vain. Then I feel the knot of my blindfold loosening.
Cautiously I blink against the sudden brightness. As soon as I get used to it again, I see you standing in front of me. Through the open trousers you hold your cock in your hand directly in front of me and slowly massage it up and down. Embarrassed, I avert my gaze as I notice that it has been resting on it for a little too long. I would like to touch it. I would also like to kiss it gently and take it in my mouth. As if you had read my thoughts, you step closer to me. It is now a few millimetres away from my lips. I look up at you and slowly move my head closer. A slap in the face makes me flinch again. You jerk it a little faster now. “May I please take it in my mouth?”, I ask this time, hoping that my second attempt will be more successful. You just smile, and I am unsure what that means. I move my head a little closer and wait to see how you react. As no further stroke follows, I continue. But then your cock moves more and more away from me and is out of reach. Frustrated, I look up at you. Why won’t you let me? I feel a hand in my hair holding me back, and you tell me to try harder. With a little more strength, I push myself against the grip and the pain to get closer to your cock. I stretch my tongue a little further and there are only a few millimetres separating me from you. You enjoy watching me torment myself for you and I wait for the moment when you just push it into my mouth because you can’t wait any longer. But it doesn’t come. My desire remains unsatisfied and my wish unattainable. So distracted, I didn’t notice how you lured my head further and further down. It is now close to the floor and when you finally let go of my hair, my entire body weight is on it, pressing into the pillow you have graciously slipped me as a cushion. Worried, I realize that there is no way for me to get back up on my own. Without my arms, I cannot support myself. At this moment I also realize how much my bottom is stretched straight up in the air and that I am defencelessly exposed to your gaze.
“Show me what you are useful for”, you say as you slowly walk around me, looking at my body. “Stretch your ass out towards me and arch your back. Spread your legs a little wider” I freeze at your words. What was erotic and delightful at first now feels wrong and humiliating. I don’t want to be presented like this in front of you. I want to feel beautiful and sensual. A woman who is desired by you. I want to be touched and kissed by you. And yet I do what you ask and am now completely exposed before you. I hope very much that you will at least fuck me now. But all you seem to want to do is touch yourself. A rope wraps around my left foot, and you tie my legs to the stool on both sides in this spread position. Before I can fully realize what is happening, you push the panties of my lingerie aside, exposing my pussy. Shortly afterwards I hear the soft click of a camera. I want to protest, but it is drowned out by your moans. Desperately I pull at the restraints and try to free myself. As I try to close my legs, you step closer, and I feel a finger on my pussy between my lips. I realize how wet I am, and you seem to like it too. I want to feel your finger inside me and come a little closer. I want it to circle my clit and finally be released from this need for more. But as quickly as the finger came, it is gone again, leaving only emptiness inside me. Then you breathe more regularly again and finally come with a loud moan. I feel the sperm land on my back and slowly run down over my lingerie and towards my head. Shortly afterwards, the sound of a closing door tells me that you have left the room. I have no choice but to wait. Because I still can neither move nor touch myself to satisfy my desire.
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