Just super. I'm tied naked and facedown in the middle of a bed and waiting to get fucked. Again. Well, at least the sheets are nice. High thread count. They feel pretty good against my boobs and the side of my face – the parts of it that aren't covered by the silk blindfold anyway. Toni's got this thing for silk blindfolds. When she said so the night we met, I should have smelled trouble. But she was so pretty, so charming, and wearing such a perfectly wicked, come hither half-smile. I'd been smitten, giggling at everything she said and touching her arm to keep her attention on me while we talked in an apartment full of strangers. I'd been so eager that I'd missed the warning signs. Yeah, it was scary for awhile there, but now I'm glad I did. We're playing the waiting game right now. Toni has already figured out that I need little breaks to reach the really gut-wrenching orgasms she likes to work me up to. She's waiting for my body to settle down after our last session. The dildos are getting a little bigger each time. I wonder if she knows I can tell. I'd heard her car pull out of the garage a little while ago and come back a few minutes later. I smell coffee. Croissants too. Must be morning. That explains why my wrists and ankles are sore. I've been tied up all night. Her stairs creak but only a little as she comes up. Her light, bare feet make a few soft brushing sounds against the hardwood floors as she comes into the bedroom. Toni's quiet. All good little predators are. There's no "good morning" or "hi darling" when she stops next to the bed. Just a long slow sip of coffee, a vibrating slurp that tells me it's hotter than she likes so she's pulling air with it to make it drinkable. Too hot. Sweet irony there. It's got me reliving last weekend and the candle wax. The marks she left are still fading from my back and stomach. She'd eaten me to the brink of orgasm several times, paused in between to drizzle molten wax in hot streaks across my body.
Pain and pleasure had twisted, blurred, merged, expanded, and finally detonated in my middle. Toni held me as I shuddered and mewled my way through a ridiculous orgasm. It was insane. And awesome.
"How do you feel?" Toni had asked while I was still quivering through the dizzy, tingly aftershocks.
"Room's spinning," I'd croaked,
"never felt this way sober before." It had made her chuckle into my shoulder.
"Endorphins, princess. You're swimming in your own happy hormones. Say thank you, like a good girl."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Now go ahead and relax. Have a nice catnap. We'll start again soon." Making me cum once was never enough for Toni.
"Aren't you going to untie me?"
"No," she'd answered as she lifted my head carefully, cupping the back of my neck,
"Here's a pillow though. Better?" It was soft and relieved the kink in my neck.
"Yes, thank you." I'd thought about asking her to untie me so I could check my skin where the wax hit me. She'd do it if I used my safeword, the one she'd made me pick way in the beginning. Jujubees. Yeah, it's a little silly but I've always liked them. When boys in high school took me on dates to the movies I always asked for a big box of them. Then we'd sit in the back of the theater and do all the things the nuns told me not to. So jujubees and sex are linked for me. Yeah, I was a little kinky even before I met Toni. I hear her take another long, slow, slurpy sip from her coffee cup then set it down on the nightstand. She opens and closes one of its drawers.
"Maybe take off your clothes this time, Toni?" I ask meekly.
"It'd be nice to feel your skin on mine." A soft thump of fabric hitting the floor before I'm done asking says she's already thought the same thing.
"Way ahead of you, girlie," she purrs.
I hear a soft, plasticky pop – the lid of her coffee cup coming off.
"I've got a little surprise for you this time too, love." The knowledge that she's holding a hot liquid makes me wince instinctively.
"The wax burns are still tender," I hint.
"Not what I was thinking, don't worry." It's quiet for awhile and she starts humming to herself. I, of course, worry. Finally, there are the familiar rustles and clicks of a strap-on dildo harness being pulled on and adjusted. It's a demented pavlovian thing for me now. Just the sound of it turns me on and I arch my back up into the lordotic pose of some eager little animal in heat, desperate to be mounted from behind when Toni prowls on hands and knees across her bed to get behind me. I feel the weight of her pressing down into the mattress between my tied and spread legs. Her left hand, the one she must have been holding her coffee cup with, is warmer than her right when she lifts my hips up a little higher than I can get them on my own. It's a submissive pose – bound, blindfolded, back curved severely for what's about to come. Knowing what I must look like only swells and slickens me more. I'm past ready for this. I snort my surprise into the pillow when, at last, the dildo nudges my bare lips. It's hot. Really hot. Oh jesus. She doesn't have to explain but does anyway,
"I was stirring my coffee with something while I was humming." For what seems like the hundredth time I'm amazed at how good she is at this game. Where does she come up with this stuff? Still, I'm not so sure coffee's going to be healthy where she's about to put it.
"Toni, I don't know if—"
"Shhhh, it's okay, Princess. I wiped it dry. Now be quiet and enjoy."
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