Firstly I would take you to your bedroom. I would order you to strip quietly and to lie down face up on the mattress. I’d grab whatever restraint we had managed to scrounge up earlier and bind your right and left feet to the bed posts tight enough that you could feel the coarse grit of the rope digging into your skin but not tight enough that it becomes too uncomfortable. I would then calmly move up to your arms and bind those as well. You would now be unable to move and be fully under my control, free for me to do as I wish. At this point I would blindfold you and make sure you couldn’t see anything. And then… I would wait. I wouldn’t do anything to you but sit and watch while you agonizingly lie there at my mercy waiting with baited breath for what I would do next. Occasionally I’d come up and caress something lightly and softly. Maybe your legs, maybe your clit, maybe your lips. Anything but I’d make sure not to do anything that could remotely be seen as “satisfying”. The point of this is to tease after all. After a certain amount of time I deem appropriate or when your inevitable begging eventually gets to me, my touches would become more forceful, more energetic. I’d make you fully understand that right now, you are mine and mine alone. I’d put a finger to your lips and ask you to show me what you’d want to do and I’d expect you to suck on it greedily. If I am satisfied with your demonstration, I’d place my dick just barely at your lips and force you to stretch your neck to reach it and satisfy at least a tiny amount of your growing hunger for pleasure. I’d let you take your increasing frustrations out on me until I’d move away and wait. Again, just intermittently touching random, select spots to keep you frustrated and on edge. Slowly but surely I’d once again make my touches and flicks stronger and more powerful. I’d select a spot and kiss it. I’d bite it. And finally I’d give you a hickey on that spot. And I would keep going. Biting, kissing, and giving hickeys wherever I so chose. Because you would be under my control and I could do anything I wanted to you. After I grow tired of that I’d move down, kissing your body as I made my way to your presumably soaking sex. Very lightly I’d kiss you on your most sensitive spot, such light and soft contact that it would only serve to make you desire me more. In the end I would crack and make you cum and squirm underneath my grasp but it wouldn’t be an orgasm with any significant buildup and would serve only to make you want more and more. But again I’d move back. Only touch you lightly. Maybe kiss you so you could understand what you taste like. At around this time, right when your frustration is nearing its possible peak, I would crack. I would grab your head and make out with you forcefully. I would make you mine with my tongue and lips. You would have no power from the incredibly long and deliberate tease I would have just orchestrated. Finally I would then penetrate you. Instantly I would begin to thrust with force and primal determination. The room would fill with nothing but the sound of our bodies slapping against one another. Your inevitably incessant orgasms would make you fight against the ropes that bound you and leave marks that would remind you for days to come of what had transpired and send small shudders down your spine as you recalled the ecstasy you felt. Then, after what would feel like hours of pure bliss, I would remove myself from being on top of you and place my dick at your lips and order you to finish me off with just your mouth. I’d ask you to show me my load inside your mouth before you swallowed and then have you swallow. Finally, I would plant my lips on your neck and give you one last hickey: the darkest and reddest mark of them all. The last thing I would have you do before I untie you and we fall asleep in each others sweaty and satisfied arms is say “Thank you, sir”.