ANTICIPATION

               

She watched her from the shadows.  The soft clinking of the chains as the girl moved filled the stillness of the room.   Her steps were light and slow as she moved around the girl.  She wasn’t hiding, the girl knew she was there.  She was always there.  Anticipation grew with each step and each breath until it was thick between them.  Every click of her heal made the girl twist and move on the bench.  She liked how the girl’s breath caught in her chest for a moment when she heard that tiny tap on the floor.

                She moved to her now, the light illuminating her at last as she leaned down and caressed her fingertips over the girl’s smooth flesh.  Goosebumps appeared on the girl’s skin as she raked her nails softly along.  Those breaths more catching again, then speeding up a bit as her fingers teased along her inner thighs.  A small smile spread across her lips as she moved lower, blowing out across her skin as she brushed those silk panties gently.  The moan was low but audible as the girl bit her lip and arched her back.

                “My girl has been patient today.”  She teased her tongue out, tracing it around the girl’s belly button.  The trembles that rolled rippled across her body made the girl push up against that playful invader.  Her teeth nipped the girl’s flesh getting a sudden yip followed by a deep groan. 

                Her lips traced the prone body.  Butterfly light as she travelled in slow exploration of her girl.  She knew this body well, but she never tired of it.  Her fingers moved up those curves, stopping to cup the girl’s breath through her thin top.  Those nipples already hard as she rolled them through the fabric with her thumb.  Her mouth found the other, teeth biting down on it and tugging just a bit until the girl’s moan mixed with a soft whimper.

               

                She climbed onto the table now, her body pressing against the girl.  Lips brushing and sucking at pleasure points all along her skin.   Grinding down as the girl pushed up into her, their bodies in a dance of pleasure.  The chains clinked hard as the girl struggled.  She knew nothing would please the girl more than to have her hands free to explore as well.  There would be time for that when she was ready.

                Pushing herself up, she stood over her girl.  Her eyes finding their way up until their gaze met.  Her girl’s eyes were lost in lust and need.  She had been patient, but was nearing that point where resolve breaks and begging begins.

                “Please Miss..”  Those luscious lips trembled as the girl spoke.  She smiled down at the girl, watching the girl’s body writhe and strain against the restrains.

                She stood still, not responding as she towered over the girl.  Her eyes never leaving their gaze as the girl struggled to move her body to reach her Miss.  After considerable effort, the girl’s panties brushed across her Miss and the girl shuddered and groaned.

                “Tsk tsk.  Now that wasn’t being a good girl at all.”  Her foot raised, toe pressing down against the girl’s soft, covered mound.  The girl’s breath caught quickly and her legs tried to close around the weight of the foot, but she just kept pressing down against that swollen clit.  “What does the girl have to say?”

                “I’m sorry Miss.”  The flush in her cheeks told a different story.

              

             “I don’t believe you girl.”  She pressed more, letting that sole of her shoe rub against the girl’s silk covered button.  Her smile now devilish as the girl’s moans became loud enough to fill the room.

“Oh God!”  The girl pushed against her foot, wanting more of it as the words poured from her lips.  “Please Miss.  I’m sorry.  Let me make it up to you!”

Satisfied she moved to the floor again.  Taking her time to drag her nails along the girls flesh as she released her legs first, then her arms.  The girl did not stand or try take hold of her.  She knew better.  Taking the girl’s legs, she spun her sideways into a sitting position on the side of the bench.  Walking into the shadows slowly so the girl could see, she sought out the soft leather whip that she kept for the needed punishments.

Turning and slipping the leather through her fingers as she looked to the girl.  “You know what to do.”  There was no hesitation as the girl turned and leaned over the bench.  Those ripe cheeks on display as she stood there and watched.  Who knows how long it would be until the first strike of the whip struck those round cheeks.  But when they do, it will be worth the wait.

Story by:  MysterMitch Resident

Furniture ::WS:: Used: Bondage Bench

Models:  kay1373

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