“Before we begin,” he said, “you must wait, and contemplate what we are about to do. On your knees, my little cockwhore. Stretch your arms out in front of you and put your face to the floor. Get your ass up higher slut. Good. Good girl. You are to stay precisely in this position until I return. While I am gone, imagine all of the things you think I want to do to you. Do. Not. Move.”
“Yes Sir,” she muttered into the carpet, and he left.
Patiently, she waited. Was he planning on whipping her tonight? Blindfolding her? Would he put clamps on her nipples? slap her breasts and her face with his cock? Would he pull her hair hard and fuck her even harder? Slam into her ass while fucking her cunt with a vibrator? The more possibilities she imagined, the wetter she became, throbbing with anticipation.
He seemed to be gone for a very long time. He was coming back, wasn’t he? Her desires have gone beyond want to need at this point. She defiantly raised her head just enough to look around. Was he just standing there watching her suffer? No, he had truly left. Now she was getting mad! Exactly how long did he expect her to wait here? But, she dare not move. She wouldn’t have any of her desires fulfilled if he caught her out of place.
She lowered her head once again, resigning herself to quiescence.
She had no idea how long it was before he returned, silently. Lost in her thoughts, juices of anticipation sliding slowly down her legs, she had not heard him come in. There was no warning in her mind telling her to prepare for what was about to happen. He made his presence known with one hard, quick, crash of a the leather paddle across her ass, the sting just kissing the outer lips of her pussy, swollen with yearning. She gasped out in surprise, and pleasure, as the vibrations passed upwards through her wanton cunt.
“And now, my pet, we begin.”
(words by ~SS - 5/22/11)
