The night has come. I am nervous yet excited. Turned on but with a hint of jealousy for what’s to come. I am dressed as you have requested. Black skirt, stockings, bra (no top), revealing but not too sexy. Tonight is not about me. My red collar adorned with my name tag is fastened around my neck, just tight enough for me to feel its stiff leather against my throat. Its lead hanging in the hall ready for you to affix it.
I have contacted a woman that I hope, pray, you will like. I know your preference for curvy ladies. Large breasts, soft kissable lips, stocking clad legs, plump and juicy pussy. I have checked that she is happy with tonight’s arrangements. You have met her at a local pub to make sure you are both happy to proceed as I sit and wait patiently for your arrival home.
I hear the door open, my stomach flips as I close my eyes in anticipation. I feel your hand stroke my hair and I nuzzle into it. ‘Here she is’, I hear you say to her. She copies your moves and strokes my hair and I hear her whisper a sigh of appreciation. Your hands move down and each of you cup one of my breasts in your hands. My eyes remain closed as I hear the clink of my lead being picked up and the snap of the fastening as you clip it to my collar. I open my eyes and see the pair of you stood before me, kissing.
You hold my lead in your hand as your free hand moves to her breasts and slip beneath her white silky blouse. I catch a glimpse of her white lace bra (I asked her to wear white, it’s your favourite). She gasps in shock and pleasure as you gently pinch her nipple through her bra. A shared giggle slips between your lips as the passion in your eyes intensifies. I sit waiting patiently to be invited to join, knowing not to make a sound. I see your cock grow bigger and bigger as you caress her body, so temptingly close to my face. I long to unzip your trousers and taste your pre cum which i know is glistening at the tip.
As if she has read my mind her hand moves down and gropes at your hard cock, making your breath catch as you let out a moan that I know means you want her. You look down at me and pull on my lead to make me stand. A wicked smile crosses your face as you pull me towards my room. My bed, a large floor cushion, awaits me. My lead is clipped to a hook on the wall and my wrists are cuffed to my nipple rings. All the time she looks on, a curious but sexual look on her face. As you finish cuffing me you invite her to come and see how you have secured me. You explain how tying my wrists to my nipples makes sure I cannot play with myself as well as making sure I cannot fall asleep whilst I am left alone in my room.
Then it happens. The door is closed and I am alone in the dark. All I have to connect me to you is the sound of your voice as you chat to her. I her you tell her how sexy she is, how hard she makes you. I know that you are caressing her body, kissing her as your hand moves higher and higher up her legs. Nuzzling her ample breasts, taking in her smell as your fingers brush against her smooth, wet pussy. A gasp escapes her mouth. I feel myself moisten as I know she is doing. I hear your bodies shift as you kneel before her, slip her white knickers off, and gaze for the first time on her wet pussy. The smell of her sex intoxicates you as you move closer, kissing the top of her thighs, brushing your lips over her sex in that wonderfully teasing way you have. Her moans and gasps of delight and frustration make my pussy ache for your touch. |
