I come into the room and she is waiting for me. I walk up to her, She is sitting in a chair. I bend down and pick up a short small rope. I tie her wrist to the chair. I move around and see her bite her lip. I bend to tie the second, and as I finish I move to whisper in her ear.
"I have been thinking about you. I touch myself and make myself cum while I see you in my mind. You are my perfect toy."
She moans, and I smile. I put on her blindfold, as he moans again.
I bind her legs to the chair and stand in front of her. I take off my clothes. I walk around and stand behind her. I touch her back with my finger tips, her shoulders, and down her arms. She tries to move her arms but can't. I move my hands around to her chest. Feeling and holding her breasts, gently touching her nipples. My blood is flowing faster. Around my hands go, touching every inch of her. My gentleness is giving way to my passion and I slowly touch her with more desire. She bites her lip. I kiss her neck gently. Give her earlobe just the tiniest lick.
I grab her breast again but for my own pleasure, and she squeaks. She squirms in her chair and I laugh. I move in front of her so I can touch her legs. I bend down, her thighs quiver as I run my hands over them.
"Please don't. You can't. You shouldn't," she begs.
"I can't help myself, I need to feel you. You are all I desire. I want to feel how wet I make you."
I gently hold her face while I reach between her legs and I move my fingers slowly down until I am close. I can feel where it gets wet and I push my finger to separate her lips.
"Please, we can't!" she lets out but her voice isn't convincing.
I slowly bring my hand up and away. I move it towards her lips and she can sense my finger and she opens her mouth. I let her lick my finger lightly. Her body shakes just a little as she tastes herself. She struggles with her ropes and she tries to free her wrists. I move my cock towards her fingers, she senses it's close and tries to grab it but can only touch it with her finger tips. Her wrists tied down make it impossible for her to get a grip. She frustratingly grumbles her struggle. I let her grab it hold it and I can see her relax and she tries to shift in the chair. I pull away from her and just look. I stand, wait and watch. As time passes I can feel she is insecure and she tries to move not knowing where I am she tries to sense me. Moving quietly I get in front and close, I start to tell her about how I am touching myself, how she drives my mind to incredible pleasures. I tell her all the things I do to her in my dreams. Both awake and asleep. She smiles and I can see she is getting restless.
"Please let me..." She lets out.
"No." I say say before she can finish. "This is my time. You will do as please."
