The small room expanded with possibilities as Kitten posed on the bed. This was one of the best parts of playing with Master. The anticipation.
Alone in the room she displayed herself in the way that pleased him most. Propped on the lush ebony blanket like a doll to be played with.
Her supple ass high in the air with her legs spread, displaying all that was his. She lowered her chest to the mattress so her back arched. She knew this highlighted the small of her back and used it to accentuate her curves.
The problem was always what to do with her arms. She could never decide where they should go, and could never remember if she had been told. Should they splay out in front of her, ready for binding? Or rest in the small of her back?
She chose to display her arms out in front, and rested her cheek on the soft blanket.
The hardest part about this waiting was not fidgeting. Staying in this perfectly poised position waiting for the moment the door opened was the key to this task. Keeping her mind in this moment, instead of the fantasy of what is to come, that was the true challenge.
Her body would perfectly comply with Master’s instruction. Pale and naked flesh contrasted by the black of the blanket. Her mind was the one that constantly fought the temptation to be her own.
When Master told her to go get ready for bed, he never meant sleeping. It always meant anticipation.
Sometime’s he would make her wait for what felt like hours, though it never was. Other times she had only a few moments to get situated before she heard the familiar click of the door opening.
Tonight the waiting game was a short one. When the door clicked open Kitten resisted every temptation to turn her head and look at her Master. This wasn’t what she was supposed to do. Though his eyes captivated her soul, he wasn’t interested in eye contact at the moment.
His footsteps were light against the wood floor meaning he wasn’t wearing any shoes. His body moved around the room, after the door was locked.
Butterflies filled Kitten’s stomach as she heard his treasure chest open. The trunk that sat at the edge of the room appeared to be just a regular foot locker. Inside though, were all of Master’s toys.
She bit her lip as he rifled through the trunk. Eyes fixed on the wall at the head of the bed. She was desperate to look at what he was bringing out to play with.
Kitten didn’t look.
Master let out a small chuckle. He always seemed to know what was going on inside her head. The inner war between curiosity and obedience.
“You look amazing like that.” His smooth voice filled the electric silence giving her chills.
“Thank you, Master.” A broad smile swept its way across her lips and lightened the knots building in her stomach.
“Mmhmm.” Master mumbled absent-mindedly as he searched through the trunk of toys.
Kitten was beginning to suspect he wasn’t actually looking for anything. It had been days since he came into the room. Was he just watching her wait? Testing the resolve of his pet in his favorite position.
She listened intently as he made his way from the treasure chest to the bed. She tried to stay as still as possible. To lean into her pose, but she faltered when he grabbed her wrist.
He wrapped the rope gently around her right wrist. Tightening it he began to bind her wrists together. Kitten inhaled sharply as the rope encased her wrists, preventing them from coming apart.
As the fear that accompanied the ropes started to take over Kitten slowed her breathing. When Master was done with her wrists she played with the tension. Pulling her wrists apart and enjoying their kiss.
“I’ve got something new for you tonight. Lift your head.”
Kitten complied, she took the opportunity to admire the beautiful craftsmanship that her Master always put into the binding. She couldn’t hide the smile that swept across her face. The red of the soft ropes faded from view when the blindfold was pulled down.
She could feel the weight of the bed shift as he climbed onto it. He straddled her body and leaned down. Shivers rolled down her body as his hot breath hit her exposed ear.
“Are you ready for something new?”
Without another word, he deftly got off of her. The bed shifted and he began to pull on her wrists. Her body followed her hands as they rose higher. Kitten felt a pause in the tugging and then his warm hands on her bare midriff.
Wordlessly he lifted her from the bed and set her feet on the cool floor. Chills ran up her body as her body tried to compensate for the cold on the bottoms of her feet. Her nipples responded to the cold as well, making her tits form perfect round bullseyes.
She felt the tugging on her wrists again and it forced her to the balls of her feet. When it felt like she could stretch no more the gentile pulling stopped.
Suddenly there was the familiar cold leather of her cuffs on her ankles. She felt the pull from her master to spread her legs as wide as she could. When he stopped pulling, Kitten had to rely heavily on the rope around her wrists to keep balance.
Her legs were locked in place and she could only imagine how she looked. Naked body stretched to its limit in the cool, dark night.
Her legs trembled and she swayed in place. Though there was no intention behind the movement Kitten quickly regretted it. A loud snap was followed by a familiar sting of Master’s riding crop on her ass. She groaned, half with pleasure and half disappointment in herself for moving.
Simple words but difficult instructions. She teetered in the balance between a swift correction and compliance.
There was another crack on her ass as the crop bit into her skin. Her body responded by moistening her lips between her thighs.
“Am I talking to myself?”
Kitten concentrated on the balls of her feet, willing herself to still. Then she heard a familiar buzz of Master’s Hitachi and she knew she was about to be undone.
Master attached the vibrating wand to her leg with bondage tape. Positioning the generous head up against her clit. She couldn’t help but whimper.
“You know the rules Kitten. Don’t cum.”
The vibration on her clit forced her body to respond. Kitten only had enough control for one task. She couldn’t hold herself upright as the pressure on her slick cunt began to build. Her knees started to buckle under the impending orgasm.
Another slap with the riding crop temporarily set her upright. Unfortunately the pleasure of the impact didn’t help with her self-control. Master could sense it, he always knew when she was going to cum.
“Don’t do it Kitten.” He taunted as he pinched her taut nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Squeezing until his toy squealed and tried to get away.
Through gritted teeth she begged for release “Please…”
This only prompted another squeeze to her tender nipple. Her body instinctively leaned into the pain she craved.
“Master!” Kitten cried out as the waves of pleasure called to her. Threatening to take over her trembling pussy with crushing ecstasy.
“What’s that Kitten?”
Her Master toyed with her. He loved nothing more than to hear her beg. The torture of the constant vibration on her clit apparent on her flushed body, beads of sweat forming on her skin. Still, her body begging for release is not the same as her words.
“I can’t… Please, I don’t want to…” She bit her lip and let all of her weight rest on her wrists. Fighting against the inevitable, Kitten was determined not to cum without permission.
He watched her struggle in her binds, legs trying against the cuffs to move. Anything to get the vibration off her swollen flower. The tip of the wand slick with her excitement as it stayed perfectly in place, despite her body’s protest.
With a single word he liberated her body.
“Cum.” He growled in her ear.
Kitten’s whole body shuddered as she obeyed. Rolling tides of bliss shattered her body as she gave into her climax. Kitten rode the waves into deep and unyielding bliss.
The next thing she knew she opened her eyes on the bed. Arms undone, body quivering in his arms.
“Welcome back.” Master whispered in her ear.
“Was I gone long?”