*Why am I writing a fantasy scene at 11 in the morning on a weekend? Nearly a week of denial does funny things to a woman…*
I stand trepidatiously in your room, nude except for lace thigh-highs and the high heels keeping me wobbly and focused on my balance. My hands are bound behind my back resulting in my breasts presenting beautifully upward with the tautness of my shoulder blades.
As time passes silently I strain my ears to hear you. I can’t see you, you’ve stayed out of sight behind me. It’s just me and the blood in my ears – and my cunt of course, for you’ve kept me denied what feels like ages now.
Then your hands are grabbing my hips, encircling my waist, holding me fast as your foot kicks my legs apart to stand spread before you. I panic and almost stumble but you won’t let me fall, only worry that I might. Relief floods through me when we pause here, me in your grasp, my heart beating fast for a moment before recovering.