Felicity
Don't you dare..." The words seem to spew from your lips like sharp needles. I stiffen. "Please.." I speak barely above a whisper, beckoning to you. Ignoring my request, you lean over me, checking the wrist restraints, confirming they are secure and in place. I bite my lower lip, pondering your next move. With a smirk, you gently apply the soft padded leather blindfold over my head, covering my eyes. My world goes obsidian. My heart starts to pound against my chest. You sense my distress and gently place your hand on my right inner thigh, comforting me. I breathe in slowly, my chest rising and falling, waiting.
"You did something to me today..." Speaking coolly, you begin to pace, your footsteps resonating throughout the room. I want to squirm, to wiggle away from my restraints. "You're such a naughty little slut, aren't you.." Your footsteps cease, where are you? I suck in a deep, salient breath as I feel your fingers pulling, squeezing my nipples. Responsive, my nipples harden immediately, answering to the carnal pleasure. With skilled hands, you palm my breasts, clasping. "I thought I told you to never do that again.." Your lips are near my ear, I can feel the moisture from your breath. Unexpectedly, I moan. The feel of your warm tongue on my left nipple sends a sudden rush over my body, causing me to quiver. You bite my nipple indelicately. I exhale through the pain. I feel your hand now moving down my sternum, fingers lightly tracing a small line to my navel. With your index, you spiral around my navel, like a shark circling his next meal. Ready for the taking, I push my body forward into your touch. You move away, neglecting my need.
Frustrated, my lips form a small frown, until I feel the slap of your palm against belly. The sound of your skin connecting with my flesh echoes to my ears. My hands close in tight fists, as you slap my stomach harder. Libidinous, I part my lips, my moan escaping. Again, I feel your mouth enclose over my left nipple. You pull the hardened mammilla with your teeth, tugging with a dire desire to cause me extreme pleasure as well as pain. Shit.. you're turning me on. I can feel the wetness begin to immerse from between my thighs. You breathe in divinely, "Mmm..I can smell you.." You continue to lick and suckle my nipple, your right arm placed intently over my body. "You smell so sweet.." Fingers pull and pinch my right nipple as you tease my body to the brink of insanity. I want you inside of me.. I want you so fucking bad. Take me now!! You're slow in your torture, allowing me to savor the feeling. Pushing yourself up, you hover over me, lowering your head down to my right nipple. Sweetly, you suck and lick, the electricity causing me to groan in miserable agony. "Please..." I pant achingly. Damn you!! "Please.. what?" I can hear the arrogance in your voice, the powerful dominant that you are. "I want to see you, feel you..." I rush the words from my mouth, trying to catch my breath.
Your lips are now placed softly on my right side, you blow a measured cool breath against my skin. My body responds with a quickness, piloerection causing my skin to tighten."I know.." Your words cascade from your lips, clothed in celestial grace. The weight of your body diminishes as you rise from your position. Now, the real fun starts. I feel the heat and gentle burn of the liquid as it pours onto my breastplate. Tantalizingly, you pour the hot candle wax over my right nipple, lingering there. I can feel my nipple twitch, the substance hardening. You move to the left, pouring. Fuck.. this is unbelievable. Now, you're pouring the melted wax down my sternum traveling south outlining my navel. I love the way you punish me. I moan softly, enjoying this lascivious woe. With both hands, you take hold of my nipples yet again, tugging brashly. I let out a loving suffer of acclamation. Pushing my breasts together, you take my nipples into your mouth, biting, sucking, tingling, and tormenting them. The pain is so delicious, I feel as if I'm becoming a puddle. My clitoris is throbbing begging for attention, I need you now. You seem not to skip a beat as I feel the soft tickle of the ostrich feather you bring to the tip of my nose. With expertise, you gracefully take the feathers' tip and touch my lips.
Moving south, you bring the tip of the feather to my neck, and then with deliberate slowness you make your next move to my right breast. My body is tingling all over; I try hard not to move. Easily, you move to the left breast, teasing my nipple with the feathers' head. I know that you are enjoying this.. you love to prolong my sentence. The thought of you standing over me, viewing me utterly helpless bound to the bed, made the wetness overlap at the apex above my thighs. I want it.. now. Agonizingly slow, you trail the feather down between my breasts, then lightly toy with my navel. I giggle. A near fatal mistake. Suddenly, you stop your movements, the room is quiet now. My body rigid, I have no choice but to wait for what's to come. Instantly, you began to come down hard on my flesh, the feather replaced by the soft leather flogger. The falls from the instrument sting my skin. I bite my lip, grimacing at the strike. You strike me across my stomach, causing me to jerk. You come down with a mighty force across my thighs, working your way down to my clenched toes. Never pausing, you work your way backwards, until you land repeatedly at my breasts. The blows are striking, yet satisfying. Debauched, I cry out. I can feel my juices gushing, staining the material beneath me. Passionately, I beg for your mercy.. my whimpers falling among deaf ears.
Repeatedly, you torment me, lashing me without benevolence. My face burns crimson, overtaken by the torturous delicacy you have bestowed. Get inside of me!! My body is calling out to you, singing a sweet serenade. I'm feeling so many emotions at once, I feel torn between two worlds. My plight is frivolous. I can feel it boiling deep down inside, bubbling over in the depths of my inner being. How bad I want you to touch it, touch my clit. Before I can think anything else, you mouth is covering my own. You plunge your tongue deep. I return the gesture, the sensation of our passionate kiss nearly sending me over the brink. You suck my tongue with unapt purpose. You produce a throaty groan, vibrating me to the core. You continue to kiss me, long and unending. My clitoris throbs painfully, how bad I need you. I moan into the kiss, hungry for more. You're such a skilled dominant, how I love being your submissive. You pull away without warning.
"You're so fucking wet..." Your voice is gritty, raw. I whimper softly. Your tepid mouth finds my sore nipples, aggravating them with acrimony. I'm about to erupt, you know exactly what you're doing. You continue on your mission, suck fucking my nipples. Your endeavor is rewarding. You know that I'm vincinal to the point of no return and you lavish at the knowledge. Eagerly, you position yourself between my legs, pushing my legs so far back that I'm nearly curved into a ball. You have me spread eagle, my throbbing clitoris eyeing you suspiciously. My breathing is uneven, broken and heavy. You purse your lips and lightly blow. I scream, a forbidden elated cry of pure euphoria, my orgasm taking control, squirting my liquid decadence....
You hint at a dominant role, mentioning BDSM with a cool tone, stating, "You're such a naughty little slut, aren't you.." The erotica unfolds as you explore points of pleasure and pain, using feathers and erotic nipple play, causing Felicity to moan and beg for more, saying, "I want you so fucking bad." Your skilled hands continue the exploration, leaving Felicity in a state of delight and pain, gasping, "Shit.. you're turning me on." Even as you use a feather to torment her, Felicity remains helplessly submissive, begging for your mercy.