In my fantasy, you would be out of the bedroom, watching television or something, while I prepare a little suprise. On the bedroom door, I tape a sign saying "Tonight is bound to please you." I light the room with candles, strip naked and tie a piece of rope to each corner of the bed, then lock a padded cuff onto each wrist, leaving the keys on the dresser accross the room. Lying on the bed, I tie my left ankle to the lower left corner of the bed, then tie my right ankle to its corner so that my legs are spread as wide as possible. Accomplishing that, I gag myself with a washcloth and rope, and reach to the upper right corner and tie my wrist as snuggly as possible. I can't tie my remaining hand to the other corner, and besides, I want you to do it, so I blindfold myself, lean back and silently wait, stroking my cock to the edge of orgasm.
Soon you walk into the room and see me stretched accross the bed, the flickering candles causing my naked body to glisten with the sweat of my anticipation. I hear you saunter up to me and tie my remaining wrist, sealing your power. You lean over and drag your fingernails accross my chest, down my stomach, accross my balls, then leave me to my anticipation while you get up to take a shower. When you come back, you take off my blindfold and gag and whisper into ear that you intend to take your time and fully enjoy teasing me.
One finger on my calf. That's all that it would start with. Just a solitary finger lightly dragging itself up and down my calf... then two... three... soon both of your hands are massaging my calves. Then, slowly, I feel your hands inch up my body, leaving behind them a warm glow of sensuality. Up my calves, past my knees, up my thighs towards my genitals which are straining for your touch by now, especially because they know they are next in line for your massage. You can tell that my anticipation is mounting by the way I writhe within my bonds and look at you with pleading eyes. A demon-like desire to toy with me and my lust awakens from deep within you. This is your time to let loose. Don't hold back. There is nothing that I can do to stop you.
As your hands approach my balls, a sly smile creeps accross your face as you all but stop moving up my body, giving my thighs a very thourough massage and relishing my anticipation. Slowly, almost too slowly to bear, your hands creep closer and closer to my balls until you are so far up my thighs that your fingers and lightly brushing against my scrotum.
"Please." I utter with a begging tone of urgency.
Then you stop. Your hands withdraw and you sit back as I squirm and whimper and try to find a position that will relieve the ache that is building up within me. Drink in the feelings of power and control, let them surge through and intoxicate you, Feel the part of you called Lust begin to emerge and take over.
You manuver up to my head and begin to lick and kiss my neck, knowing how hot it can get me. Normally, when you kiss my nick, I reciprocate and stroke your hair or run my hands up and down your body, but I can't now. My hands are tied and the realization of just how helpless I am makes me hotter still as you continue to work on my neck.
My hips are involuntarily gyrating as you stop your assault on my neck to start in on my chest. You massage, squeeze, pinch, stroke, kiss, suck, and lick my entire torso except for my nipples which you intend to make me beg for. You aren't dissapointed. Soon I am pleading for you to lick my nipples in the way that you know I crave. When, and only when you are ready, the tip of your tongue lightly circles around my nipple the way a shark always circles its intended victim while you listen to my pleas, fully enjoying the tone of desparation that is accumulating in my voice as I beg you not to be so cruel.
You begin to wonder if you want to go ahead andN-9 be fucked very urgently, but there is absolutely no way that you are willing to give up the high that control has given you. And you haven't even touched my cock yet!
How can a guy be properly teased without teasing his cock? You watch my face as you reach down and tenderly stroke my stiff cock, enjoying my facial expression of supreme pleasure and urgency as my desperation increases. You lick and stroke and massage my cock and balls until I am at the very edge of an orgasm, then all at once stop, and look back to my face as I thrash uncontrolably and thrust my hips up into the empty air. When I begin to lose my erection, you start licking and stroking me again. Over and over you drag me to the brink of coming only to leave me teetering on the edge. After a few aborted orgasms the feeling of power, of control, is overpowering and you wouldn't end it for anything. A thought occurs to use your pussy for the same treatment, but you decide to wait until almost the end for that.
While waiting for me to calm down so you can start again, a thought comes to you about blindfolding me and you don't even hesitate. Now that I can't see what is coming next, suspense becomes a factor. I can only lay on the bed and wonder where you will touch next as you kiss my neck, then pinch my nipple, tickle my balls, stroke my thigh, kiss here and lick there without pattern so I won't know, can't know where you are going next. Soon my body is jerking and thrusting to your unseen caresses. You let your hair fall on me and drag it across my body as I jerk and twitch in response. Once or twice, you unexpectedly seize hold of my dick and I almost jump out of my skin. I want to fuck you, I need to come, but only your wants and only your needs will be honored tonight. By now, you feel almost as horny as I do, but you can do something about it. You move up my body and straddle my mouth in a 69 position, warning me to do a good job. My tongue hungrily lunges in and around your pussy as you merely blow on my cock and play with my balls, working my tonue into a frenzy.
After you're satisfied you affectionately kiss my straining cock and rest for a while. You're not ready to finish me yet, there's a lot more fun to be had with me. What else can you do to me? You look around for anything and everything that you could use as a tool for my "torture". Rubber bands, ice, lotion, feathers, brushes, what else? Let your imagination soar! After you "torture" me in every other way you can think of, you prepare for you favorite way of all ways to drive me insane: palming. You remove my blindfold because you want to watch my eyes plead for you to stop. You'd like to hear me beg too, but you gag me because you know I can't help but scream. You leisurely manuver to a comfortable sitting position between my outstretched legs, take hold of my cock in one hand, look into my eyes, and meticulously lick the palm of your other hand, savoring the moment and relishing the feeling of raw power you get as you hear my gagged whimpers. Making sure you have a good grip, you gently, but firmly place your slick palm on the head of my dripping cock... then start rubbing the tiniest little circles... slowly you increase the size of the circles until I am writhing madly in the may you knew I would. It doesn't hurt me at all, but it's such an onslaught of stimulation that I would do anything to stop it. and the fact that I can't stop it, but can only squirm in my bonds turns me on even more. And so you rub on, ruthlessly palming my cock for minutes at a time, the captured writhing of my hips and the muffled squeals and pleading from behind the gag only goad you on until I am bucking wildly as you laugh fiendishly.
Finally, you mount me, and slide your beautiful pussy along my over-sensitive cock as slowly as you can bear (and much more slowly than I can bear), telling me to show with my thumb and fore-finger how close I am to coming and warning me that if I try to quicken the pace that you will resume palming me. You edge me closer and closer to the point of orgasm like shaking up a corked bottle. In...... Out...... In...... Out...... Inevevitably, my thumb and forefinger draw nearer as I am pushed closer and sloser to orgasm. A rush of power fills you as you totally withdraw from my cock just as my fingers approach one quarter inch from each other. I scream into the gag. My eyes fling wide open in frustration and are met with the malicious grin of Lust on your face as you wait for my fingers to part enough for you to start again. I am very tempted to lie with my fingers and trick you into bringing me to orgasm, but after I came, I would still be tied down, helpless to escape the punishment that would surely follow such deceit.
You hover over my cock again, and slowly rub the head of my cock up and down your slit, drinking in the pained expression on my face. Slowly, the head of my cock disapears inside you and I lose control of my hips. They slam up, thrusting my cock deep inside. Wordlessly, you slip off my cock and, as promised, rub your palm across my tip in devilish little circles, entertained by the lewd, frantic display beneath you. "Are you going to be good now or am I going to have to leave for an hour or so while you calm down?" you ask, fully knowing that my need is too great to bear the thought of you doing such a thing, and when you mount me again, even slower, I slam my head from side to side, screaming in the sweet agony that you have so skillfully built, straining to keep from slaming my hips deeply into your core.
Cycle after cycle you bring me close, then let me calm down, turning me into a mass of quivering, lust filled flesh, until you want to feel me come inside you more than the rush of power you get from teasing me. My fingers draw nearer and nearer but you suprise me by continuing to ease up... down... My fingers touch and you feel the first spurt, you suddenly change speeds and fuck me in ernest, giving my body the orgasm of a lifetime. After I've come, I lay exhausted, faintly aware of you undoing the ropes. Only now do you ask if you had gone too far and I mumble a no, having secretly enjoyed every hellish second. And while I'm recovering, I start to think of what I'm going to do to you when it's your turn.
