Not even 10 seconds ago, you were fully clothed, standing outside the door of my apartment. Now you are naked, blind-folded, and tied to the straight-backed chair. I can see you quivering on the chair in front of me. You know you’ll eventually find pleasure, but you don’t know how long it will take or what humiliations and pains I might make you endure in the meantime.
My hands stroke gently down your torso as I sit on your lap, straddling you. I move in to kiss you softly, almost chastely, pressing my torso into yours and causing more jangling pain as I put pressure on the nipple clamps.
I lean back, still seated. With my legs parted like that, you can smell my arousal. You imagine what this scene must look like from the outside — me, in my favorite pinstripe corset with the matching thong, my skin pale and luminous against the fabric, black thigh high stockings and stilettos, sitting on your lap, and you, naked except the blindfold and leather restraints. You have been erect since I ordered you to strip for me, but with this image in mind your cock twitches, becoming even harder if possible. You hear me give a short laugh and know that I’ve noticed the movement.
If you want to finish this, and I know you want to and you will do what I say, call me.
