Captivated Lust

You asked what sort of Valentines Day, Mr S & I had, so here you go. Although it's just a taster, to write about it in one go would take too long xxx

The red silk scarf smells fresh and new. It completely blocks my vision and hearing as you tie it securely around the back of my head.

You lean close into me, resting lightly against my back, "Now my darling," you whisper through the material into my ear, "It's time for you to receive your Valentines gift."

Nervous anticipation builds from my stomach, spreading between my legs and up through my throat. My mind races, filling with wonderful erotic images, trying to guess what pleasures you have in store for me. You take my hand firmly and guide me towards the stairs, then grasping me lightly by the arms, push me gently upwards. I willingly surrender myself to you, completely happy to be under your control. In a world where equal rights and feminism are rife, occasionally it's so liberating to submit to a masterful hand.

You open our bedroom door and guide me towards the bed, but not onto it as I anticipate. Instead, you turn me around and lean me against the bedstead. Our bed is the focal point of this room, no stereo, computer or tv is ever allowed to share this sacred sexual space. It is a super large Gothic looking bed, especially chosen for its size and high metal frame at each end. I lean against it gratefully, allowing my arms to hang loosely by my side, savoring every moment of my delicious anticipation.

You begin to unbutton my blouse, loosely it slides from my body, down my arms and onto the floor. I suck my stomach in slightly, making it easier for you to unbutton my jeans, then lift my legs obligingly as one at a time you free them from the garment. I delight in your masculine touch, purposeful, strong, and controlled, a complete contrast to my fluttering feminine delicacy.

Now you unclip and remove my bra, allowing my breasts to spring up and out towards you. I know it will take all your composure to resist taking them into your mouth. But resist you do, tonight is special, controlled and planned. My panties next, you hook a finger either side and s-l-o-w-l-y slide them down my legs, allowing me to kick them aside when they reach my feet.

Goose pimples form over my limbs, partly from excitement and partly from my nakedness. I feel cold now, hugging my arms protectively around my body. I begin to curl inwards, unconsciously shielding myself from any imagined threat. But there is no need, for there is no danger here. I am safe. I am loved. I am yours. I am at your disposal, your plaything, to do with what you please, to satisfy your every desire, your every fantasy, it is all here for the taking. Or perhaps you will just indulge me this time? Or maybe this will be a shared lustful journey? The decision is yours.

You gently push me back onto the bedstead, making me whip my breath in sharply, shocked as the ice cold metal hits the bare skin of my back. You spread my legs, just a little more than hip width apart and I think I know where this trip is leading now. I allow a small triumphant smile to escape, as I feel you begin to bind my ankles, then pull each sash tightly, tying them to the legs of the bed. Next my wrists are subjected to the same treatment, my body spread eagle and lashed tightly to the bedstead.

You leave me here, just for a while, not too long, but just enough for me to feel your power, to know who is in control this time. I'm alone, I can't see, or hear you, to me you have gone. This moment is filled with nothingness, a deafening silence that encapsulates my world, leaving me waiting, yearning for you, my Master. Where are you, what are you doing? I need your touch, I'm cold, lonely and so lost without you. I feel vulnerable standing here, naked, exposed, yet incredibly horny too. I am wet down there, I can feel the red flush that appears on my neck when I'm really aroused, but I want you here, with me, now. I don't want to wait any longer, waiting is not for me, I'm a woman of little patience and your teasing is pushing my limits.

Finally I feel something light and soft flutter across my shoulder, then onto my breast. Gliding slowly, encircling my nipple, coaxing it out of its slumber, making it deliciously erect and tingly. A feather, a large ostrich feather, tickling and teasing, caressing my flesh into life. Every inch of my body aches for your attention, crying out to be subjected to the same delectable sensation. You sense my need and lovingly feather my other breast, everything in life should be balanced. Now you brush it lightly across my belly, stroking downwards to the part of me that yearns for you the most. Instinctively I gravitate my body towards you, pushing my pelvis out as far as I can, begging, pleading for some attention there. Wisely, you skip over it, teasing, tempting, moving instead to my thighs, criss crossing your way to my feet.

My breathing is heavy now, your teasing is deliciously excruciating. My head spins with sexual delight. I sense your face near mine, I can smell you, deep, musty, masculine. I stretch my neck out, blindly pushing forward, giggling slightly as I imagine what I must look like. Neck stretched, lips puckered, frustrated and unaware that I'm only inches away from my goal. I need to kiss you, feel that connection, explore your body with my mouth, feel your warmth, bask under your power.

At last, I feel your flesh against mine. Just a fleeting glance between my legs, but enough to send me tottering towards the edge of my first orgasm. It starts as a tingling between my legs, like a small nest of buzzing bees. They travel down to the top of my thighs, happily swirling there, then increasing in numbers and spreading upwards into my stomach and to the center of my chest. My breathing changes from deep and slow, to shallow and fast, as my pleasure intensifies. You continue playing my body with the feather, reading the signs it gives you, so wonderfully in tune with my needs.

I invert my lips and bite down on them, my sense of pain buried beneath my ever rising excitement. As my orgasm builds I begin to retain my breath, writhing and resisting against the ties that restrain me. My pelvis circles enticingly, as I imagine you standing in front of me, your hardness just inches away, so near, yet so far. I frown with frustration, infuriated that I can't reach out and take you. Then with a defeated sigh, I abandon myself and allow the waves of pleasure to take me over and carry me away. The muscles in my stomach contract with the strain as the climax heightens, peaks and explodes through every nerve in my body. I let out a grateful gasp, allow my head to fall forward, smiling, panting happily.

I feel much better now, no longer a tightly coiled spring of sexual urges. But I am far from satisfied, you have only scratched the surface and merely warmed me up. I'm ready now to receive the next part of my 'Valentines gift'.........................