It starts with a single gesture. A beckoning motion of my hand and you obediently follow me, holding the leash attached to your collar. Up the steps to the attic we walk, the wooden steps rough against your bare feet. The humid late summer air assaulting your bare flesh, causing stinging pinpricks of sweat to form over your body and trickle along your curves, dripping onto the slightly dusty floor boards.
My finger presses against your lips, silencing and stopping you as you enter the open space, moonlight pouring in through the sky light, illuminating the metal shackles anchored into the floor. Leaving your side, I walk over and begin to light two semi circles of pillar candles around the room, your eyes slowly adjusting to the soft, flickering light.
Turning to you with a slight nod and turn of my head, compelling you to walk into the circle and kneel, your forearms resting on your thighs, just as you are trained to do. I remove the leash and wrap it around my fist, as I examine your naked body, glistening with perspiration, from all sides. You arch your back, sticking your breasts and bottom out for me. You tilt your head back, eyes forward, exposing your neck, until you feel my gaze leaving your flesh.
Perching upon a tall chair outside the ring of candles, I stroke my chin as I gaze into your eyes. My desire for you obvious, and without thought, you feel your hands at your breasts, squeezing your firm flesh. You stroke your nipples, the sweat dripping down your body making your fingers slick, sliding over your tightening buds.
Your hands supporting your chest while you tug your tips, thumb and forefinger slipping off the firm flesh in an unsteady rhythm as a gasping moan leaves your lips, your body moving automatically in search of pleasure. One hand leaving your breast and wrapping around your neck, while the other slides down your stomach, teasing your slit with your nails.
You feel your hand slide along your thigh, squeezing and spreading your legs further, the hard planks of the floor pressing against your knees, as you bent backwards, exposing your glistening pussy to my view. My eyes lock with yours, my gaze leaving you no choice but to keep touching obediently.
As I raise my fist slightly from my leg, your feel your hand tighten around your neck. The pressure chokes your moans until breath is the only thing passing through your throat. Brushing past your wet slit, instinctively your spread your lips, exposing your soaking cunt until I give you an a approving smirk and glance, your finger presses into your wetness by no will of your own. Another nod from me and you feel you rubbing your wetness over your clit, slowly, teasingly as the sensation builds under the tender flesh.
Sitting back on your heels, you continue stroking as your cheeks flush, embarrassed by the dirty things you were doing to your body, trying to stop but your hands, moving on their own, refuse to comply with any will but my own. Another gesture of my hand and your hand returns from your neck to yours breasts, caressing and intensifying the pleasure building deep inside you, only pausing as you’re at the brink of orgasm, the unfulfilled release causing your core to throb.
Standing up, I walk to the other end of the room, waving my hand as I pass your body, shuddering with desire. Your hips rotating as your muscles push you forward towards the floor, catching yourself on your hand before lowering your head to the floor, resting on your hair, matted with sweat. Your damp palm returning to your breast, the grit of the dust caked on it rough against your tender skin. Your fingers squeezing harder, pinching tighter, your mind blank but for the desire to cum. Your other hand pausing again as you’re at the edge of ecstasy, denying you once more. Slipping two fingers into your pussy, your thumb circling your clit as your hand squeezed, pumping your digits in and out of your drenched hole.
Moaning loudly through your hair stuck to your face, fighting for breath as you felt your release building once more, your fingers fucking your cunt harder and rubbing your clit more rapidly, until, at the very last second, your hand stopped. Your head stops spinning and clears, but no matter how hard you will it, it will not move until the peak escapes you. Finally, after a few moments, I begin a countdown from ten.
“10…”
Your fingers begin curling inside you, stroking your spot.
“9…”
Your thumb moves up and down over your clit, pushing the hood over to expose your tingling bud.
“8…”
Your arm begins moving back and forth, as your fingers resume plunging in and out of your cunt.
“7…”
You push your breast towards your mouth, licking and sucking the grime from your nipple, gritty in your parched, sticky mouth.
“6…”
You clean your other breast with your tongue, panting as you feel the frustrating tug at your core building.
“5…”
Harder
“4…”
Faster
“3…”
You feel yourself coming to the edge, your mind free, full of nothing but desire for release.
“2…”
Your hands aren’t stopping. Afraid to let go, begging no one in particular to let you cum. Your moans punctuating your pleas. Thrusting fingers filling your pussy, sweat and saliva dripping from your breasts onto the floor as they sway from your hips pushing back against your hand.
…A pause that feels like an eternity
“1…”
You finally peak, your body quivering as you cum onto your fingers, dripping down your palm and onto to wood beneath you. Screaming hoarsely through dry lips, you keep cumming again and again, unable to close your legs to keep your fingers from thrusting and rubbing your pussy.
Your orgasms subsiding, you finally regain your senses and look around as you kneel in the puddle you created. I reattach the leash as I lead you around to blow out the candles, the acrid smoke mixing with the heavy humid air, before pulling you by your collar back down the stairs and out back to hose you off, washing away the dust caked on your body and then leading you to bed.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/7wlcii/a_toy_in_the_attic_mf_fsolo_rough_mc_ds_nosex_voy