I am almost naked, bent over the table.
You're dressed, walking around inspecting me for a minute, before you even touch me, while I'm trembling in anticipation, with my face flat on the cold wood of the table. My hands are tied behind my back. My pussy exposed. I'm wearing a black, lace suspender belt with stockings and simple, nude high heels. No panties.
You come and put your hand on top of my bound wrists and press them down gently. Then lift your hand and put it back down on the small of my back, just beneath. You start tracing your fingers down, and feel me trembling, hear my breath get ragged.
Slide your hand to my ass cheek, where you gently press, and then lift it before giving me a short, sharp smack. I cry out a little in response, still trembling, and you look appreciatively at the blush of red on my ass cheek, where you'd hit. You come around to the side that my face is, look at me sternly, then bend down and kiss me. I kiss you hungrily back, straining against the ropes around my wrists as I reach my face towards yours. With one hand, you reach up and, again, press my bound wrists down, as you kiss me.
Then you stand up and walk around to where my ass is. I have no idea what you're going to do to me and the anticipation is making me so hot, you can hear it in my breathing. You know that my nipples are rock-hard against the table.
You look at my pussy and you can see how wet I already am without touching me, without your having even touched me there. You crouch down so your face is level with my pussy and slowly move towards it, smelling me first, and then pushing your tongue up against my slick, smooth folds, hearing me moan as you push your tongue inside me, and then slide up to find my clit with your mouth and start tonguing it. Grabbing my ass cheeks and using them to steady yourself as you lick my pussy. Using them to hold me down as I start bucking around underneath you, moaning into the table above. You can taste me, I'm so wet and you're making me wetter as you lick and suck my clit.
I'm shuddering around, and pushing my bound arms down, straining against the ropes. You know you're going to make me come but you want me to wait, so you pull back and stand up, leaving me trembling, a mess beneath you. Once again, you gently rest your hand on my ass, then lift it up, bring it down in a short, sharp slap, then three more times. With each one, I cry out, and you know my cries well enough to know that it's because it's so hot, because it turns me on so much when you do that.
I'm a wreck, ragged breathing and whimpering into the table. You stroke my ass where the red blush is appearing, you bed down and kiss it tenderly there. Then you come around to the side where my face is. Again, you bend down to kiss me, but this time tenderly, softly. You smile into my eyes and quietly ask, "Are you mine?"