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I gaze at the tree, smiling. It really is beautiful with all the baubles and lights glowing and blinking. Turning, I look in the mirror and see the glow on my skin from the lights. I smooth my hands down my waist, cinched in by the lush corset you gifted me at Christmas. My breasts pushed up and almost bare, the nipples barely covered. I look over the table once more, ensuring that everything is in place, just how you like it. Gently touching each implement as a small twinkle enters my eye. The phone rings and I run to answer it, knowing it is you. You inform me that you will be home in ten minutes from the station and I tell you I’ll be waiting. Eagerly walking back to the table, I pick up the ear plugs I have laid out there and push them into my ears. Silence engulfs me as I reach down and slip the four inch heels onto my feet. I pick up the silk scarf and run it through my fingers as I position myself under the rope that I have looped over the beam. I planned this perfectly, I think, as I put the scarf over my eyes, effectively blocking out all light. I reach up and fumble for the cuffs attached to the rope. Stretching my arms above my head I lock the cuffs onto them and feel my body stretched taught. I gasp a little feeling Şişli escort my nipples pop out of the corset. I wasn’t anticipating that and frown a little but, realizing there is nothing I can do about, I sigh and relax into my bondage, waiting. Time seems to drag on, silence and darkness surrounds me. I feel a slight breeze and wonder if that is you opening the door. My nipples pucker in anticipation, but minutes seem like hours and I begin to think what would happen if you never came home. I begin to pull against the cuffs, wondering if this was a good idea. My breath starts to come in pants. Anxiety creeping into my brain. Suddenly I feel something cold against my nipple and I jump back, almost losing my balance. My head moves from side to side, trying to catch a scent of you, trying to figure out where you are, what you are touching me with. Hesitantly I whisper, “welcome home Master.” Trying to sound confident although you do note the barest hint of a question on that last word. I cannot see your smile as you sip your wine. I cannot see the lights of the Christmas tree blinking in your eyes as you take in the scene before you. You had arrived home a while ago, found me bound waiting for you. Once you realized that I Sultangazi escort bayan was unable to hear or see you, you took your time. You went to the bedroom and changed into your silk robe, opened the bottle of wine that I had left next to your glass and sat in your chair, looking at me, watching the apprehension build in my body. Watching the way I started to fidget, hearing the slight whimpering as my body tensed. Finally, you reached out and lightly rolled your wineglass against my nipple as it pushed out above the corset. Almost sure that it is you beside me, I still flinch away from the coldness against my nipple. It doesn’t feel like anything that you have used on me in the past. Mentally scrolling through the toys that I had laid out, trying to figure out what it could be. Feeling it touching me again and dancing away from it and you as far as the bonds will let me, which is not far at all. Then suddenly your fingers replace the hint of cold, encasing my nipple in a warm strength that I recognize, pulling me back to you. I feel one arm snake around my waist and pull me tight up against your body. The moan flows out of my mouth before I can bite it back. Silk and skin against me. Your body hard against Escort Taksim mine as your mouth claims my lips in a passionate soul stealing kiss. I melt into you, my lips angling against yours, my tongue meeting yours, tangling. Then you are gone. I cry out at the loss, my body swaying into the void left by you. I cannot see you step back from me, licking your lips as you watch my aroused body search for you. I cannot see you put down your wineglass and walk over to the table, picking up a spreader bar. You walk behind me and, not touching any other part of my body, kick my legs apart. Watching as I grip the rope above my hands to keep my balance. You bend to your knees and start to fasten the bar between my spread legs, looking up to see my pussy, wet for you, my hips moving slowly back and forth. My legs locked open for you, you run the backs of your fingernails up my inner legs, up the silk stockings until you just barely touch the skin above where my stocking ends. The shiver that runs through my body at your touch betrays my arousal almost as much as the dampness on my thighs. Your hands move to my ass you pull my cheeks open, exposing me even more to your hungry gaze and your hungry mouth. My body goes rigid as I feel your tongue against my lips from behind. I push my ass back, going up on my tiptoes so that I can bend forward slightly, giving you precious access, welcoming you against me. You tease me with your tongue, flicking and stabbing at my hole.
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