by @denied-by-daddy for t
My body quivered, lost in a void of darkness. My mind stood still, yet raced with anticipation. The noise-canceling wireless headphones allowed me only to hear my ragged breath from within. I concentrated to slow it down. Inhale 2…3…4… Exhale 2… 3… 4… I lost track of time. He said at 5 o’clock stand in the playroom with blindfold, headphones, and stockings. Sir knows how much I love to wear only a garter belt and silk stockings. How it frames my ass so perfectly. The lace tops come perfectly to where my thighs crease into my pale rear end, the belt pushing the cheeks down, rounding them.
The only indication of time passing was my desire to fidget.
Ever so softly I began to hear sweet sounds. I concentrated, mentally leaning in. The melodic sounds playing in my head. Ahhh, my favorite, Chopin – Nocturnes. It’s funny what you imagine you hear. The soothing melody allowed me to relax, for a moment. My breath quickened and grew tight. It was like something was touching my legs. Hold still it’s nothing. Just stand still
Ahh, my kitten Sir watched her now for nearly five minutes. Watching her expressions and thoughts passing over her face. He smiled at the way she leaned forward when he turned the symphony on the quietest level. She had no idea he was there. Ever so slightly he ran a feather across her legs. She jumped a bit, still no idea.
The music grew louder. Surely this can’t be my imagination. I jumped and cried out when his hand ran down the inside of my thigh. He wrapped a hand tightly around my neck pulling me into his body. The other playing up my silky thighs. I could feel the heat in my groin growing. Each trace of his fingers getting closer and closer to my wetness. As quickly as he embraced me, he let go. I felt a deep disorienting loss of him, almost drowning in my darkness. The melody played on in my head, the only soothing factor. It was confusing, the darkness, the loss, yet the sweet capriccioso song.
The music peaked. I felt the searing heat of the cane across the backs of my legs. Five strokes and my ass was on fire. My breath raced, my wetness gushed. The animando of the music was matched with each stroke. My chest heaved as he struck me. I felt as if my mind would explode, searing with pain; yet still lulled by the music. Calando into the Clair De Lune.
His hands embraced my shoulders, guiding me. I didn’t stumble under his direction. He laid me down on the bench, stretching my arms behind me. My back and thighs still hot from the cane. Thick leather cuffs secured to the bench legs. Knees bent, ankles out wide he exposed my drenched pussy. Trailing the crop between my breasts, around my abdomen, to that bare mound. Whack Sliding it across my skin back up around my navel, between my breasts. Whack Whack He struck each nipple. I quivered and shook. He worked me into a frenzy, tracing my skin, between the whacks on my breasts, my inner thighs, and pussy.
“Please, Please Sir” I began to beg. I needed him inside me. I can’t take it anymore. “Please Sir PLEASE” He obliged by slipping a finger into my well lubricated sweet spot, he fingered me as he slapped my breasts with the crop. Two fingers, accelerando, still with the music. Three fingers, I began to stretch, the heat building. Oh Sir I want to come. Four Fingers. I knew I couldn’t. I couldn’t see him, or hear him, but I knew I couldn’t. Not yet. I stretched over his knuckles. “Ohhhh fuck” Deeper he drove into me, reaching up, clenching my heart and soul.
The muscles of my pussy squeezed down in waves. I was so close. “Please, Sir I can’t hold it!” Pulling out with a pop I panted. Beethoven’s Piano Sonata 14 serenaded my ears. He pushed himself inside me. Stretching me even farther. His pace l’istesso tempo. I came. The music changed, he pounded me harder. I kept coming. I couldn’t stop. Each stroke I cried out. Sweat beaded across my skin, muscles spasmed. My breath grew shallow and deep I could feel him stiffen inside me. He thrusted deeper, the heat of his seed filling me up. We came together, a haze fell over my mind. I felt his chest heaving, his cock still twitching inside me. His lips touched mine. The blindfold pushed up, I gazed at him with my eyes unfocused. “I love you, Sir”.
Thank you for the hot written piece. I loved it.