• Tied to the bed

    by  • November 18, 2016 • To You • 1 Comment

    X marks the spot. I am splayed and vulnerable on the soft white sheets. I flex my hands, fingers, and feet against the bindings experimentally. My musings are swiftly silenced by the weight of you on the end of the bed, looking down on me. You, in your jeans, all masculinity and power, I feel my mouth go dry. I’m suddenly very aware of my desire to inhale you. Your eyes are dark and I watch you as you drag your nails across the bottom of my feet.
    That word flashes through my mind. Master. I repeat it to myself. I feel an overwhelming warmth tighten and build in the pit of my stomach. Yours, I’m yours. I think as you continue to drag your nails up my legs, and I feel the warmth of your hand at my throat in a gesture of possession. I want to wrap myself around you but I cant, and I imagine how knowing that must be fun for you.
    Your fingers are at my mouth and I want to taste you, when you let me suck on one gently I feel blissful.
    I can feel the hardness that is you against my leg and I strain upward to get closer.
    Your head is between my legs and I am powerless. Your tongue, your mouth, your fingers. I want everything I am to be taken over by you. Your teeth on my thigh and I am conquered.

    One Response to Tied to the bed

    1. Slave
      August 22, 2017 at 11:00 pm

      I’ve been conquered…
      And I need him now.

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