It seemed like an eternity I had been waiting there - knelt on the hard wooden floorboards with my hands tied behind my back. A soft silken scarf wound around my head voided me of all sight so that all I could do was wait. The suspender straps from the crotchless baby-doll I was wearing digging fiercely into the soft flesh of my thighs and the cold metal that pressed so cruelly into my wrists were all I had to distract me from my perception of time and how long I had been sat there, waiting obediently for what was to come.
I had come to his house to apologise- apologise for the argument over, what turned out to be absolutely nothing that I had started a few days previous. Wanting to make an impact and not be the first to back down, I hadn't answered his calls or texts since. But, the truth is, I missed him. I missed his smile, his laugh. I missed his hands on my body, the way his body felt pressed up against mine, and the way he made me feel when his flesh was inside me. I shivered deliciously at the thought. So I finally gave in and he'd let me in the door but one thing stood in my way of apologising in the most animalistic way I knew how -- and I was certainly dressed, or shall we say, suitable undressed, for the occasion - he told me he wasn't going to let me off without some punishment first.
Knelt there on the floor, every nerve ending was alert to even the slightest of sounds and movements, my insides churned with excited anticipation and were molten in response to the sexual tension I felt just being restrained like this. Eventually a sixth sense, not un-helped by the slight creak of the floorboards told me that he had finally returned to the room. The sound of bare feet padding across wood of the floor towards my submissive figure made my heart pound. The electricity in the atmosphere told me that he was stood no more than a foot away from my face, I could feel the heat of his body radiating out from him and I wanted so much to reach out and touch him. To kiss every inch of him before joining in unison to create such pleasure that any argument was forgotten about.
He stood there watching me squirm beneath what I could feel was his intense gaze. I was getting wetter and wetter with the anticipation and I knew he could tell. Heck, I knew he could see! Again he waited, watching me writhing carelessly to try and reach my hands to his hot, heady flesh, not caring for the pain the metal handcuffs were causing as they sank ever deeper into my skin. The pain only aroused me more. He walked around behind me and, as he did, planted a chaste kiss on my neck. Involuntarily I groaned aloud. He repeated the process twice more, each kiss becoming more feverent and demanding until he took my earlobe in his mouth and gently nibbled it, his breath tickling my ear at the same time. At this new sensation I practically convulsed on the spot and a throaty moan clung to my lips until he finally released my ear. I groaned again, if this time only for the emptiness I felt at the loss of stimulation. This was no time to be greedy, I told myself, I was meant to be apologising to him.
Once again he moved to stand in front of me. Still silent, I could feel the heat from his body scorching my skin, stoking the fire that was building between my thighs. This time, closer than he was before, I could tell that in the time he had left me on the floor he had stripped naked, his smooth, hard cock head was bumping gently into my lips. I took it greedily into my mouth, savouring his taste and the feel of him between my lips. Gently licking and suckling I finally heard a noise from him, a soft groan escaped his lips as both our breathing rapidly increased. I urged to get him deeper into my hungry mouth but, with my hands restrained behind my back, it was impossible and I knew that he didn't want to rush things this evening. With all the self control within him I felt him pull away from me.
Unexpectedly his hands came to my chest, just under my armpits to pull me to standing. My legs now shaking with desire were only just able to hold my weight as he took my hand and led me, carefully, to another room. His bedroom, I guessed. He pushed me face down onto the bed, gently yet forcefully, just to make sure I knew who was in charge. Here he uncuffed my hands and, knowing better than to risk trying to catch a grasp of his wonderful flesh in my hand, I allowed him to manoeuvre my hands up either side of my head, once again restraining them with more metal around the posts of the headboard.
In this position I felt truly vulnerable, my legs of their own accord squeezed together in a vain attempt of regaining some dignity. But, one by one, my ankles were seized and, as with my hands, restrained around the bottom posts of the bed. Now I was spread-eagled, cuffed, blindfolded and truly at the mercy of this wonderful man that I so dearly loved. I had never experienced him like this before, I never knew he could be so....dominating. This was the kind of thing my fantasies were made up of but now, in real life, I was anxious. Scared -- for his touch, for his punishment and for his forgiveness. And as much as the thought of punishment scared me, it also excited me deeply.
I felt his eyes wash over every contour of my overturned body and I wondered what was to come next. All sorts of images raced through my mind as I tried to reason between body and mind the exact line between fear and excitement. Crack. I gasped and cried out involuntarily. The snap of his palm that had been bought down across my buttocks had bought me very much back to reality. The pain was unfathomable but somehow my mind betrayed my body and I heard my own voice sing out across the room, begging for more. Begging to be punished. And it came. Crack. Another grunt-like moan escaped me. Then three more stinging blown in quick succession.
'Argh!' I cried out. I felt his hand soothing the raging skin of my behind, stroking slowly, caressing where he had just now been thrashing. Without warning I felt two fingers violently thrust inside me, probing deeply as if desperately searching out hidden treasure. Gasping and writhing against my binds I heard him speak for the first time.
'So you enjoyed that did you? I can tell. You're very wet'. All I could do was moan and beg.
'Please! Please!' I didn't even know what I was begging for. All I wanted was him. I was begging for his touch, in whatever form it took.
'What do you want?' he questioned slyly. 'Do you want more punishment? Or maybe this...' Suddenly he plunged himself fully into me, spearing me on his magnificent cock, opening me excruciatingly wide and filling me deep. He thrust once then pulled out, leaving me empty.
'Huh? What do you want? Answer me!' He demanded. I could barely muster up the words.
