Being together

Living away from someone you care deeply for is a hard life.

Those times when all you want to do is curl up and hold the other close. Feel their breath on your face, their warm soft skin next to yours or just glance up into their eyes and see how they truely feel.

The sleepy caress of their body against yours as you lie together in bed. The way their breathing changes as they finally surrender to sleep and the softness that passes over their face.

Their hairbrush on your dresser, the little flecks of shaving foam in the sink when you step from the shower and know they are there under the same roof warms your heart.

Even their shoes carelessly kicked off by the door do not annoy you but make you smile when you remember their hasty arrival. 

When they leave you walk around the house feeling lost.

The sofa still warm from their body, the mug left on the table still just warm from their drink.

The tiny whiskers left stray in the bathroom sink, stark in contrast against the white porcelain.

The messy bed, covers hanging off, the half drunk glass of water on the bedside cabinet.

It needs to be cleaned up and tidied but to do that would be to remove their presence....

You lay on the bed, breathing deeply their scent from the pillows and hold onto them just that little longer..

Rope 3

His soft hands dance across my body, my mind has slipped from my grasp and all I can do is register the sensations and ride the waves of pleasure he sends over me..

My arousal is so high I just submit to it and feel my body begin to convulse from my core as my juices spill forth. His hand begins to make its way inside me and I hear Him groan in pleasure as I gush hot all over Him. My mind is a mix of joy, pleasure, pain but most of all submission. I am overwhelmed by the need to give Him my body, to show my joy of Him and his actions.

I feel the damp heat from my arousal spreading out on the bed beneath me. No time to be ashamed and embarrassed by the actions of my body as He once more sends me into that divine state. I feel as if I am floating on the waves as they crash against the soft sand on a hot exotic beach. I have long since forgotten about the rope and as I twist in ecstasy the way the gently chaff against my skin reminds me of my overwhelming submission and restraint.

I feel His breath as he slowly makes his way up my body, the heat of Him getting closer and as I feel Him reach my face I force open my eyes...

We don't speak.

He reaches up and unties the bonds, slowly un-winding the rope from my skin, stroking the ridges it has left against my wrists. I close my eyes again, trying desperately to stay in that space of serenity as He releases me.

He begins to pull the rope away from me and in a reflex reaction I slip onto my side and grasp hold of it. He wraps me in his arms and holds me safe as I return to earth...

Rope 2

The rope has made its way around my body binding my arms and hands tightly together and drawing my ankles apart.

A very vulnerable, exposed position and one He knows will send me under even more.

I know He is still there, moving around the room, I want to see him, his masculinity and the reaction I know the rope will be having on Him also. Although I do not want to open my eyes, I know to do so would distract me from the other senses, the feel of the rope and the scent of arousal in the air. I struggle to formulate thoughts so give up, surrendering myself like a twig in a stream to the flow and ebb of the future.

I hear rattles, movements, feel my arousal grow and form inside me. I catch the scent of his deep manly musk in the air and know He too is aroused.
A new sensation, cool metallic runs across my skin.. I struggle to find that part of my brain still working .. and before I do I feel that cool metallic clamp hard against my nipple. Stealing my breath from my lungs. Before I can register the overwhelming blend of pain and pleasure sending my receptors crazy a second follows it and sends a shudder through me.

The sharp pain of the clamps begins to ease to an almost comfortable squeeze, but He knows me and my body too well. He tugs sharply on the thin red string binding them together and forces me to arch my back in an exotic mixture of agony and arousal.

He continues to tease working his hand across my skin..as I slip deeper into an almost impenetrable state..

Rope 1

The beauty of the rope is something which never fails to amaze me. How such a gentle coil of a most unthreatening soul can  develop into an amazing piece of artistry.

Lay me back on the bed, gather the rope and gently tease my skin with it and I begin to slip away, deep inside there is another me that only the delicious restraints of rope can ignite.  The softness of it slowly making its way around my arms winding itself closer and closer to my wrists.. when it reaches my wrists my arms entwined in its beauty ..

A sudden jerk..

Such a sudden jolt runs through out my whole body, but it does not rouse me from my altered state it awakens a little more of my submissive soul.  My wrists bonded together force my hands together in a paradoxical illusion of a prayer.. I hear you move and the rope grazes my cheek, forcing me lean against it in desire. I keep my eyes clamped tightly shut, the room is silent apart from your breathing and carefully orchestrated movements, I loose a little more of my outer being and slip into the soul.

You know the changes in me are beginning my body is softer, more pliable and that look of total serenity slides over me like a mask.

The rope continues along its journey around each ankle.. no longer do I fear my exposure I feel safe and secure, the bizzare security the sensation of rope against my skin evaporates the fears.

Christmas Balls

I am wearing my balls today. A very festive but delicious torture. I have not had them in very long and already I feel incredibly aroused. Just putting them inside me left my fingers slick with juices. I resisted the urge to taste them knowing that would intensify my arousal even more. Its quite amazing how two little silver balls on a wire can make me feel so hot yet so submissive. I am at the mercy of His whim. It is easier not to feel the desire to cum when it is a normal day but with these inside my hot, wet pussy I am constantly reminded my sexual desire is not mine to fulfill. I can feel my juices already slipping out of me and soaking into my panties. I have not even had the vibrations of the balls turned on yet. I know He can and will text me at anytime to turn them on for as short or as long a period as He wishes. I am not allowed to cum no matter how long or close I am.

Today is going to be a long day.

The Anticipation......Pt 3

The steam built up in the bathroom, steaming over the mirror and sending little rivulets of water trickling down.
 She stood watching the water running down the mirror and could feel the heat filling her too, her mind was running at a mile a minute a delicious blend of fear and excitement...

She pulled herself back from her erotic reverie and dipped her toe into the hot bath. She slipped in and luxuriated in the hot water caressing her body, but not for long, the clock was ticking.

She lathered up her hand and slipped it between her legs, she could feel her heat above the temperature of the water as she smoothed the lather over her sex. She began the slow slow process of shaving,

Being already aroused by the anticipation, smoothing shaving lotion on her pussy, slowly, deliberately slowly removing the hair. Feeling the smooth mound between her legs grow warmer and warmer with each touch. She wanted to make it last, taking great care to present it perfectly for Him. She could fell the wetness, not of the bath water but of her arousal beginning to build.

She carefully sponged down her body avoiding her nipples, as they stood out hard, erect desperate for His touch.

Stepping out of the bath she wrapped herself in a warm soft towel and glanced at the clock...

Oh... she must have slipped away in her arousal she had only one hour to complete her preparation.

The Anticipation......Pt 2

She walked into the study, pushed her glasses up her nose and sat down in front of her computer.

Distractions, distractions, she was thinking, What can I do to keep my mind out of the gutter..

She popped open her email... nothing.

Checked her instant messenger, 'None of your friends are online' read the little message at the top..

She flipped open her games and started to play, dull mind numbing games.. That will calm my arousal, she thought. She began the mindless click, click, clicking as the little jewel coloured balls bounced across her screen. She was doing quite well and ten minutes into the game getting close to beating her high score and her arousal had ebbed away leaving a cooling damp spot on her panties...

'PING'

She jumped, at the sudden sound invading her quiet concentration. It was Him.

Hello Slut...

Hi Sir, How was your day? she replied..

Good, although I intend tomorrow to be better...

Tomorrow he was visiting, she hesitated unsure as to how to respond.

Slut...? He typed,

She quickly typed a response..

Yes Sir, i am looking forward to it..

Good, because I am leaving now, be ready in 2 hours..

'PING'

And He was gone.
She re-read His words.
He is coming NOW.

Its 5 she thought, that gives me until 7. Then the mixture of arousal and fear was joined with an erotic panic.

She switched off her computer and dashed to start running the bath...