Written by leashhandxxx

BDSM
27 Oct 2008


Sensations.....

The latex pulls tightly on the skin of your face. Constricting yet comforting, the feeling hard to explain to those who dont know or understand. The warmth of something so thin and manmade, how warm it makes you feel, warm all over.....and wet. The hood covers your head completely. The only openings at the nostrils so that you can breath. Otherwise it encloses your head completely. It muffles your hearing. It leaves you blind. If you open your mouth all you taste is rubber.

I lead you carefully toward the bed, stopping short. I turn you to face me so I can undress you. Slowly each button of your blouse is undone and the halves seperate, revealing your lace enclosed breasts. I pull the shirt down, over your arms and off, leaving it to fall to the floor. I take a breast in each hand, savouring the softness and warmth, my safe place.....I squeeze them together, watching the movement of your skin under your bra. Time for that to go I think. I step in and enclose you in my arms, reaching behind to undo the clasp. As I move back, after rubbing my hard cock against your still protected cunt, I hook each of the straps and pull them down your arms. And they spring free. Nipples erect, araeolae flushed, begging to be teased and touched.

I kneel slowly. You can feel the empty space in front of your naked chest. My face reaches crotch level. I push it into you and rub it all around, pressing as hard as I can, feeling you pushing back, rubbing you through your skirt. I reach around to undo the fastener and zip. Stopping on the way to squeeze your buttocks hard enough to make you squeak with surprise. It falls under its own weight. It slides to the floor leaving your pantie covered slit right in front of my face. I can see how wet you are, juices sticking to the lace. I can smell how excited you are. I lean forward and taste you. I taste the juices covering and soaking through your panties, my tongue moving up and down again pressing as hard as possible. I pull them down, revealing the beauty hidden within. The plump mound, those swollen lips, the wetness.

The boots stay on. Those high heeled ones you wore when you visited before. Ill fuck you with them on. I move forward again, this time my tongue flicks lightly up and down your lips, top to bottom and back, constantly moving. Then I stiffen it, almost as hard as my cock, and push it between your lips, licking hard, moving up to tease your clit.

I stand quickly and push you backwards hard, handprints appearing on your chest as you lay still on the bed, surprised. The cuffs are on you in a flash. Both arms raised and fastened to the eyebolts screwed into the bed itself. You squeeze your legs together. Teasing. Trying to make me work for my prize. Soon sort that out. You can barely hear anything. I walk out of the room quietly, returning after a short time, a few seconds. You feel me standing by you, sensing the presence rather than knowing it. You squeeze your legs together harder.

The first freezing cold drop hits your cunt and you try to sit bolt upright, stopped by the cuffs. I force the ice dildo down between your thighs, rubbing it up and down your lips, trying to force it into you. As we struggle, your legs come apart and I kneel between them, keeping them open. Now I can do as I please. Dripping wet, you can feel the cold hit you before the ice itself touches you. Such an intense feeling. The cold hard frozen dildo moving slowly up and down your pussy. Before I push it slowly into you. The sensation too much, I take it back out and trace a wet line to your belly button, letting it fill with the melting ice. Then up to and around your tits, in spirals around each, before reaching your nipples in turn. I rub the ice cock around each of them, then over the tops of each. I let it rest on top until the pain of the cold makes you groan.

Now the cuffs go onto your ankles, no trouble at all. Slipped on over your boots and tightened and pulled taught. Pulling your legs apart, spreading your lips slightly, leaving her smiling in welcome. You hear the lighter click a couple of times until the flame catches and I light a cigarette. You want one yourself but you can wait. Another smell cuts through the smoke but you cant work out what it is. The first scalding drop of wax tells you as it hits the hood of your clit. I turn the candle in my hand, melting the wax as quickly as possible, covering your cunt top to bottom, making a perfect cast of your sex. Later Ill make a plaster cast from it.....You buck and writhe under the onslaught of the searing pain, slowing as the layers build and the heat dies before it reaches your so sensitive flesh. You start again though as the drops start to cover your nipples. It doesnt take long to build up a thick enough layer. You smell the harsh burnt smell of the extinguished candle. You feel my fingers pushing and manipulating the skin around your breasts to release the wax moulds. The feeling as they come free is another that cant be described. Then your cunt. We both enjoy the pushing and manipulating there.....

My hands roam across your skin. Up and down your legs, up over your inner thighs, fingertips just brushing your hyper-sensitive pussy. Up over your stomach and chest, caressing and fondling your tits, sucking each nipple in turn, rolling my tongue around them, enjoying their hardness, matched only by my throbbing penis. The touch on your flesh, the feeling, the sensation of skin on skin magnified through the denial of your other senses. Goose bumps rise all over as you revel iin the touch. Every single movement becomes the focus of your attention wondering where it will move to next, which pleasurable patch of skin will it linger on next.....

I lean forward and blow lightly on your nipples, still wet from my tongue. They harden even more with the chill. I move back down your body. Back down the bed to lie between your outspread legs. Back down so I can feast on your cunt and its nectar, flowing so liberally from it. And it tastes so fucking good. I could never get enough, not in a century of centuries. My fingers press against the hardness of your clit, trapping it between then and moving up and down, your fat lips rising and falling with the movement. My tongue moving quickly all over , tasting and teasing, penetrating, pushing as deep into you as it can.

Now for the final act. Enough of the build up, enough foreplay. Time for the main event. I open the bottle of lube and coat your already soaking, well lubricated cunt lips. I massage it in, rubbing each lip in turn "' yoni massage as some would say. I push my index and middle fingers of my right hand into your vagina. You grip at them as they move deeper. I feel the muscles inside you rippling. I crook my fingers, rubbing the pads of my finger tips against the hard bone of your pelvis, feeling for that one special place.

Not hard to find. Your g spot is already roughened and swollen, obvious against the smooth flesh of the rest of you. I rub it gently, moving my fingers slowly backwards and forwards, feeling it get rougher and larger. Feel it swelling with your excitement. I thrust my whole hand back and forth, trying to push deep, moving quickly. You groan as the speed decreases then moan as I return to rubbing at your g-spot. Building it slowly, trying to bring you to the ultimate climax, trying to make you gush your excitement all over the bed.....and me.

My fingers flick back and forth across that swollen rough lump. Speed increasing, pressure building, rubbing against it harder and harder. I rub your clit trapping it again with the fingers of my left hand, intensifying the feelings, building the climax to its ultimate peak. Faster and faster my fingers move, backwards and forwards, twisting my hand side to side at the same time, almost making a figure of eight motion inside you. Your moans build, muffled by the latex, snorting for breath. I have to stop rubbing your clit to support my right hand with the left, pain increasing in my wrist and fingers with the sheer pressure Im rubbing you with. I have to grip my right wrist and use my left hand to help with the thrusting motion, trying to keep the speed and pressure building, feeling you swell inside even more. Trying to keep the speed and pressure building ever greater. Trying to make you explode with cum.

I feel the twitching start as you reach your climax. I feel your muscles tighten on my fingers as you thrust your hips toward me with as much power and force as Im using, both arms pumping for all theyre worth. Still keeping my fingertips rubbing that little spot on the inside of your pelvis, filling it with your cum. And then it happens. You squeal with the force of your orgasm, you spasm, your muscles contract and spasm, you lose control of your body. My hand and fingers still moving, efforts doubled now, trying to keep the orgasm alive, to make you come again and again, staying on the top of your orgasmic plateau, wanting you to cum and cum and cum. Your muscles contract again and again, you become wetter and wetter, the heat inside you is incredible, then.....

We'll just have to see how it ends when youre here next.....