Dinner at my place?

At around lunchtime, I had sent you a text saying: "I want to invite you to dinner at my place tonight. There's a key under the mat, please let yourself in." I figured just dinner being prepared for you would already be a nice surprise after such a long day at work, but we both knew that it wouldn't be just dinner. I spent that afternoon cleaning up my place, making sure the bedsheets were fresh, smelling like flowers. After vacuuming the entire apartment, I headed out to do groceries. There was one pasta dish I enjoyed making so much, so I grabbed all the ingredients and went back home, getting everything ready. I took a peek at the clock and saw that you were almost done with work already, I had to hurry. I started cooking, hoping everything would be ready as soon as you arrived. A few minutes before it was done, when there was nothing more I could do besides wait, I used that time to get changed.

In my closet I found an outfit I hadn't worn in such a long time. It was a black dress with belts along my waist, functioning as a corset while the shoulders were puffy and the skirt was wide. But I knew I needed to add an extra detail, so I grabbed some rope. I took off everything I wore except for my panties and my jewelry. Almost fully nude, I headed back to the kitchen. The food looked good, and a little taste confirmed that, so all I had to do was tend to it and make sure I wasn't overcooking it. I decided that I would wear a rope harness, also known as a hishi karada, under my dress. It was a tie I knew by heart, but despite my knowledge about it, the many knots and intertwining ropes always made me take some time to properly tie myself like this. Between the tying of knots, the stirring of pots and the peeking at clocks, I felt my nerves grow stronger. We didn't have to do anything, as I merely invited you to dinner, but based on our previous experiences together, it could be said that no dinner was just an ordinary meal.

All tied and dressed up, I set the table, making sure to light two long red candles standing near the edge of the table. I contemplated dimming the lights already, but I had a few more things to do with only a couple minutes to spare. I placed the food on the table, letting the pan rest on the hotplate I had set up to keep the food warm if you were to get delayed on your way. Now it was time to dim the lights, although that was not the final bit of preparation I intended to do. I hoped it would not overwhelm you, but I had no interest in waiting for you while walking or standing around. I planned on giving you a warm welcome straight from the start. Now right in front of the door, I kneeled down, sitting between the kitchen and the living room. Before I could even spread my legs and place my hands on my knees with my palms facing the sky, I heard footsteps approaching. They got louder and louder until they stopped. My heart was racing, feeling like it would fly out of my chest as soon as I heard a key enter the lock.

The door slowly opened and I finally got to see you. My nerves hadn't allowed for my heart to calm down, and I really had to compose myself as soon as I saw you. Your eyes showed slight surprise and that feeling was only to be confirmed when I looked at your lips. It did however not take long for those lips to turn into a smirk. You took off your coat, hanging it next to the door, revealing to me the floral patterned blouse you were wearing. As you turned back to face me, I noticed how your hair, perfectly framing your face, fell over your shoulders. Its dark colors contrasted the lighter fabric nicely, drawing my attention towards it. I hadn't said a word yet, hadn't moved a muscle yet and was probably staring at you as the sound of you clearing your throat snapped me back to the moment. Struggling to find the right words, I stammered a little. "Oh right sorry. Hey Miss Lauren. I'm glad you decided to accept my invitation tonight. Please, make yourself at home. Dinner is ready, shall we?"

As you looked down at me while I spoke, you saw me on my knees. My black hair was brushed, yet still on the messy side. The dress was even blacker than my hair, its puffy shoulders stood out. My collarbones were not hidden by the dress, but the tips of my hair had kept them covered. You could see a silver necklace around my neck and if you looked really carefully, you could also notice a strand of black rope running along either side of my neck. If you looked further down, the next thing that stood out was my waist. It was already pretty slim, but the belts of this dress only accentuated it more. The pale skin of my arms stood out against the blackness of the dress under it, as my hands rested on my knees. I wore a silver bracelet around my right wrist, and a silver ring on my left ring finger. The ring was decorated with a small green gem, though it was hidden, touching my bare knee.

You walked past me into the kitchen, I hesitated to get up at first, but when I heard you move the chair to sit down, I made my way to the kitchen as well. After a minute, hoping you'd excuse my tardiness, I approached the table, presenting a bottle of red wine and a carafe of water, both with the appropriate glasses. "I didn't know what you usually drink when dining, so I wanted to offer you two options, one being free of ****." I set everything on the table, making sure the label of the wine bottle was facing you, then sat down opposite you. I turned off the hotplate, only now allowing the food to slowly start cooling down. I waited for you to make your decision of drink and poured you a glass, before filling my own with water. I instructed you to "Please take as much food as you like, there is plenty." and after you had filled your plate, I did the same with mine.

A few bites into our dinner, I asked you about your day at work. I enjoyed hearing about your day, about all the things you had done, some with pleasure, some without pleasure. My own day was quite uneventful except for the preparation for tonight, so when you returned the question, my answer was brief. Not much else was discussed during our meal, which I took as a compliment regarding my cooking. When it was time for dessert, I once more offered you a choice. I had various desserts, but I could also make you a cup of coffee to your liking. I myself had eaten too much already, so while you enjoyed your dessert, I kneeled down next to you, hoping to reinforce the tone I wanted to set for the night.

After you had finished your dessert, I offered you the chance to relax on my couch, with the option to turn on the tv as well. You made your way to the living room as I cleaned the table and put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. As I walked into the living room, I saw you sitting on the couch, looking at your phone, possibly texting or doing something else. I had no way to tell. You didn't seem to notice me immediately, so I took a few seconds to stare at you, taking in how lucky I had gotten to share a dinner and hopefully a night with someone as gorgeous as yourself. It amazed me how your beauty was so evident, so prominent even while doing the simplest of things.

Not wanting to get caught staring, I approached you. Nervous because of what I wanted to ask you, I held my hands together in front of my hips, fingers fiddling with one another. You seemed to notice this and looked up at me while your phone disappeared back into your pocket. Your softly smiling lips parted and you asked me: "What's wrong dear?" Somehow your kind concern only made me more nervous and I stammered: "No- no! Nothing is wrong, on the contrary even. Thank you for sharing this dinner with me. I- I was just wondering, you've worked so hard, you must be exhausted, not just your mind, but also your body. So please, allow me to relieve you of your shoes and massage your feet, but do not let me interrupt the fun you were having." There I stood, as nervous as before, if not more now, awaiting your answer.

You gave me your permission, so without hesitation I dropped to my knees once more, taking your shoe off the foot you had so generously offered me. I placed it on the carpeted ground before taking off your other shoe as well. Without saying anything, I got up and walked towards the front door, neatly placing your shoes under your hanging coat. As soon as I returned I assumed the same position I had found myself earlier. I picked up both of your feet and placed them on my thighs, as even though you were still wearing socks, my body would be warmer than the floor. Taking one of your feet in my hands, I slowly started to apply more pressure as my fingers moved along each of your tendons. Gently kneading, I hoped I was doing it right. I was no expert at giving massages, but my touch was soft and I knew I wasn't hurting you.

Tilting my head up slightly, I looked into your eyes, not expecting them to look back at me. I had told you I didn't want to interrupt the fun you were having, so I had just assumed you would grab your phone again. Blushing from knowing you were not just feeling, but also watching what I was doing, I resumed. I gently hooked my fingers around the edges of your sock and slowly took it off, looking up at you, seeking any signs that you wanted me to stop, but there were none. Now holding your bare foot, I couldn't help but stare for just a second or two before continuing to massage you the way I was doing before, this time without the fabric separating my fingers from your skin.

It didn't take too long for me to want even more, I wanted to place my lips on your skin, but I didn't want to seem overeager so I kept quiet. Those thoughts did turn me on even more, so I tried to just focus on the task at hand, but you bent forward, getting your face closer to mine. I thought you were going to say something, but instead your hand reached for my neck and after tracing the silver of my necklace all the way to the back of my neck, you slid you hand upwards and grabbed my hair, forcing me to look up at you. It was like you could read my mind, though I had no doubt the look on my face was giving my thoughts away. You looked down into my eyes as you asked me if I was enjoying myself. I couldn't even give you a proper answer, as all I could do was whimper. Your foot was still resting on my leg and when I failed to answer, I felt you increase the pressure, not causing pain, but giving motivation. Still stammering, I answered: "Y- yes." to which you only increased the pressure. It was getting uncomfortable now, only making my whimpers worse, but gathering all the strength I had, I managed to give you a proper answer. "Yes M- Miss Lauren." could be heard if you listened carefully, as my voice was soft. I always spoke softly when feeling as small as you were making me feel.

You placed both your feet on the carpet once more and pulled me up towards you, holding just my hair. I groaned but it was no secret that I enjoyed having my hair pulled. You made me climb onto the couch with you, sitting on your lap, facing you. I stared at your lips as I bit my own, not hard enough to tear my skin, but I was so caught up in my thoughts, that it wasn't far from it either. I didn't dare to do anything without your permission, so I sat perfectly still. You hand moved from the back of my head back towards my face, tracing the edge of my jaw with your thumb before you used it to part my lips and slide it between them. Not hesitating, my tongue started to dance in circles around it, coating it in a layer of my saliva. I couldn't stop myself from moaning softly and I closed my eyes, just taking everything you allowed me to have.

It seemed like you were in a certain mood too, as you withdrew your thumb from my mouth and placed your lips on mine. My lips were still slightly parted, so you took advantage of this and searched for my tongue with yours. As soon as they met, you withdrew again, teasing me with your taste, leaving me longing for more. My breathing got heavier and faster, my eyes were desperately searching for your lips. I was greedy and at this point I didn't care what kind of punishment I would get for my greed, so I tilted my head and leaned forwards, letting my lips find your cheek. You didn't seem to mind, or you might have just been letting me get in trouble more so you could punish me harder, but at this point I couldn't care less. I wanted to show you how much I adored you, how much love you deserved and how much pleasure I was going to give you. My kisses wandered from you cheek all the way up to your ear, softly placing your earlobe between my lips and gently sucking on it before moving downwards along the muscles in your neck. I refused to stop, getting more and more eager as my touches moved from one side to another, making sure to cover your entire neck in kisses. I was gentle at places where your body was more delicate, and rougher where I found only muscles beneath your skin.

Where you kept your composure, I failed. You pulled my hair once more, making me look up at the ceiling before returning the favor of covering my neck in smooches and even adding in some little nibbles, marking my neck in various ways. I could not hold back my moans for much longer, and this only seemed to motivate you to keep going, getting more intense as time went on. **** to be even closer to you, I tried to kiss you back whenever I could. You had turned me into a mess already.

By now you had definitely spotted the black ropes resting on my collarbones on either side of my neck. You only confirmed my suspicions when you ran your finger along the rope, following it as it disappeared behind my back. The kisses stopped and while searching for eye contact, your gaze was focused on the rope. You hooked your finger under it, slightly pulling at the already tight harness, and I could feel it through my entire body. For now you could only wonder where that rope went, how it decorated my body under this dress. But when you're in a position of power, like you were, you don't have to just wonder. I was still shy, but I could not refuse an order from you, so I started to take off the dress. After unbuckling the belts around my waist, I could take it off, throwing it onto a chair in the corner of the room. I was less careful and delicate when handling my own things, than I was while touching yours.

I stood there in front of you, wearing just my panties, rope harness and jewelry. You could see how tight the rope was, making dents in my skin. It framed my small cups perfectly, making them seem just a little bit bigger. You stood up too and even though we were roughly the same height, I felt so small in front of you. After you slowly walked in a circle around me, really looking at and taking in every single detail, you were once more in front of me. It was only now that I realized you could also see my necklace properly for the first time, with two little keys dangling from it where a pendant would have been. My panties were stuck in place because of the rope harness, so there was no way for me to fully strip just yet. When you obviously knew what was going on you smiled, smirked even, and without saying a word, you grabbed me by one on the knots on my stomach and started to walk towards the bedroom. I had **** but to follow you, yelping as I felt the ropes tightening with every step, with every pull.

When we got to my bedroom, you effortlessly tossed me onto my queen sized bed. It made me giggle as I lied there, bouncing up and down on the mattress. You, still fully dressed except for your socks, gently sat down next to me, and when I looked up at you, I once more felt small. It was obvious that you had every intention of taking this further, and when our eyes met each other, it seemed like the desires we had were shared between us. You reached for my chest and started playing with my sensitive skin like I was just a toy to you. Getting caught by surprise, my hand wasn't quick enough to cover my mouth and stop my first moan. That same devious smile could be seen on your face again, as you listened to my whimpers caused by your touch.

You lied down next to me and that was enough of a sign for me to sit up straight and stop caring about my own pleasure, focusing solely on yours. I swung one leg over yours and sat down on your lap. I leaned forwards, getting my face closer to yours, knowing there was no way you wouldn't feel my cage pressing against your body. I had one desire, one thing I wanted to do most out of anything in this world right now. I gathered the courage and asked. "May I worship your body please Miss Lauren?" You made it clear enough that everything I did was done for your pleasure, and therefore at your pace. Happy to get to do what I loved doing most, I started kissing your neck once more. I didn't want to go too slow, tease you too much, so as soon as I reached your shoulders, I started unbuttoning your blouse.

When I carefully slid your arms out of the sleeves of your blouse, I made sure to cover them in kisses as well. After placing your blouse neatly at the foot of my bed, where it wouldn't be disturbed, I took another good look at you, now only wearing your top and jeans. Hesitantly I grabbed your wrist and placed your hand above your head. This gave me perfect access to your underarms, letting me kiss them at first. I knew this could be a sensitive spot, a ticklish one too, so I was careful, yet unafraid to slowly increase the intensity. In the end I traced my tongue along your muscles and tendons, not stopping before the whole area was shiny because of my tongue.

After doing the same on the other side, I reached down once more, hooking my fingers under the edge of my shirt. I looked up at your face and when I saw no signs of warning, I lifted up your top until the edge was just below your bra. My kisses resumed right around your belly button, not wanting to go too low just yet. I went in circles, slowly going more outwards until I was stopped by your jeans on one side and your shirt on the other. Your whole abdomen was showered in kisses, alternated by a few soft licks as well. I couldn't get enough of you. I wanted to lift up your shirt even further, taking it off even, and when you allowed me to do so, I got to see your entire upper body, only covered by your bra. This was a sight I could never have dreamt of, an image I would never forget. I stared, and stared, failing to keep my lips together as my jaw dropped. You had come here straight from work, wearing ordinary work clothes, and just a regular bra. But someone as beautiful as you didn't need lingerie to frame her perfect chest, someone as gorgeous as you wouldn't need anything to be as enticing as you were.

You caught me staring, and allowed me to for just a little while before taking matters into your own hands. With a smile on your face you reached for the knot on my stomach once more, pulling it and with it pulling me back to reality. "Sorry I.. I got lost for a second." I said truthfully. I leaned back down and started to kiss your neck once more, not wanting to go much lower immediately. You took this time to reach for my own neck, stealing the necklace and wearing it yourself. This made me twitch in my cage, whimper, yet I didn't want to speak a word about it. I moved my lips and tongue along your collarbones, treating them with much care, as I knew the skin here could be very sensitive too. I presumed you didn't know collarbones were one of my weaknesses, and I liked to keep it that way, but it only made my straining worse.

I proceeded to kiss along the edge of your bra straps, telling me not to be afraid that I would go too far, reassuring myself that you would stop me if I did. I felt myself leaking into my panties as I got to feel the soft tissue of your breast under my lips. I made sure to be gentle and not push your bra to the side just yet, as I was more than happy with what I was given so far. My hands were resting on your lowest ribs and abdomen, careful not to apply too much pressure while staying under the edge of your bra. I slowly let my hands slip to your sides and behind your back while I continued to kiss you, but here you grabbed my arms and pulled them to the side, causing me to lose my balance and landing face first on your chest. Once I got back up I looked into your eyes, wondering what I did wrong. You told me not to go too fast, that you were not going to take off your bra if you were still wearing your jeans. It all made perfect sense, and I felt silly for not thinking of that myself. You didn't seem too upset though, since you let me sit next to you as I unbuttoned your jeans and pulled the zipper down.

I folded the edges to the side, creating a little triangle in which I could see your panties for the first time. Without me having to ask for it, you lifted up your hips enough for me to be able to start taking off your jeans. Once the widest point of your hips was uncovered, I moved down to your feet and gently tugged on the fabric of your jeans, taking them off without you having to lift up either of your legs. It was these small details that made it even more fun to me, small things I could do to make things a little easier for you. I knew those things would probably go unnoticed, but I wanted to do them nonetheless, knowing they would please my brain. I folded your jeans and placed them next to your blouse and shirt, before I looked at you lying there in just your underwear. When I was wearing next to nothing, like I was now, I felt exposed, maybe even a little embarrassed, but you... you only radiated confidence, rightfully so. I lost count of how many times my brain had told myself to do my absolute best to please you, to serve you.

Valuing your comfort over my own desires of seeing you like this, I told you that you could just grab the blanket to cover yourself if you were cold like this. It wasn't too cold in my bedroom, but I didn't want you to be discomforted by something easily solvable. I was secretly hoping that my actions, my touches, would warm you up too, so without further tardiness I resumed, starting at your feet. My hands massaged them while my lips touched each of your toes, one after the other, then back to the first once more. I looked up and saw that you had indeed covered part of your body with a blanket. I then spent some time on the tops of your feet before moving on to your ankles and lower legs. This was where I preferred to do one side after the other, as there were many different areas that needed different attention. Careful, soft kisses landed on your shin, as I didn't want to apply too much pressure there. But your calves were a totally different story, allowing for me to worship them in a rougher manner, feeling your muscles under my lips. It was almost as if I was massaging them. Once I reached your knee, I stopped and proceeded with your other leg, starting right above your ankle, using the same ways of touching you, as they seemed to work.

When I reached your knee once more, I lifted it up, placing your foot flat on the bed while holding your knee at a bent angle. This allowed me to feel more of your tendons there, letting me kiss along the sides of them without giving you any discomfort. I planted kisses around, then onto your patella before tilting my head to the side and licking along the backside of your knee. My tongue hooked behind the tendon there as I licked all the way from the top to the bottom, applying just enough pressure for it to feel pleasurable. When I felt like I had given your knee the attention it deserved, I moved to your other side again, mimicking my actions there before moving further upwards.

I knew that I could be slightly less careful here, as this part of the body was more sensitive to pleasure than it was to pain when it came to what I was doing. I placed my hand on your inner thigh, keeping it perfectly still while using it to better be able to apply pressure with my kisses and licks on the other side. You were so relaxed, making it difficult for me to distinguish the different muscle groups under your skin, giving me free reign to worship your perfect body in any way I liked. When your whole leg up to the bottom edges of your underwear, except for your inner thigh, was covered in kisses, I did the same on the other side before climbing on top of you once more, not resting any of my weight on you as we were face to face.

Seeing the effect I seemed to have on you caused a smirk to appear on my face. I stared down at your lips with lust in my eyes and gave in to my desires and kissed you. Feeling you being more than happy to go along with it, our tongues met and danced around one another, creating a delicious cocktail of lust and longing. Your legs wrapped around my hips, pulling me closer to you, forcing me to rest my weight on top of you. This also meant that you could feel my cage pressing right up between your legs. I was embarrassed, yet turned on, already leaking and hoping you couldn't feel it. Meanwhile my hand reached for your shoulder, my index finger hooking under the strap of your bra. When the kiss ended, I felt like a simple "May I please?" would be more than enough for you to know what I was getting at. I turned out to be right and you gave me the permission I was looking for. I slid the strap to the side, letting it fall off your shoulders, following it with my lips kissing right behind it.

I reached behind your back once more, this time you didn't stop me so I was free to take off your bra. Completely ready to fully expose your upper body, I was still hesitant to do so, taking a few seconds to get lost in thought before I finally guided your arms out of the straps. I tried not to take a peek at your bare chest before I had neatly placed your bra next to the rest of your clothes, but I couldn't resist the temptation and my eyes gave away my impatience and lust for just a split second. As soon as I got back in position, I climbed on top of your lap, again sitting there in awe. I felt my cage tighten even more, and was now pretty sure you could see or even feel the darker patch in my panties growing larger. Bending down once more, my one hand rested just below your breast, while the other supported my weight by leaning on the bed. My kisses started near your underarm, moving slowly closer to your breast. I had already kissed where the edge of your bra used to be, but I didn't want to rush things, so I went in circles around your breast, pushing your arm to the side slightly so I was able to reach the side too. Now reaching the underside, I knew my nose would touch you in places I hadn't touched you yet, so I kept looking up at you to see if you were still enjoying it. When I reached your sternum, I went up again, kissing but also licking right between your breasts. I proceeded to go in the shape of a sideways eight, making sure that one side didn't get less attention than the other.

The circles slowly started to decrease in diameter, inching closer to the most sensitive parts of your chest. The kisses also blended into soft licks, at first letting my tongue peek through my lips, but after a while the licks dominated the kisses. I gently and carefully allowed my tongue to brush against your nipple. I could feel your arousal and that only pushed me to keep going. Still softly licking in a circular motion, I increased the speed until I was flicking your nipple instead of licking it. When this happened, I switched over to the other side, using my saliva as lubrication to keep stimulating you with my fingers, rubbing them over the area my tongue had just covered. I always enjoyed symmetry so I didn't want one side to feel left out, this way I made sure I was pleasing your body equally on both sides as I switched between my mouth and my fingers, licking and rubbing you.

I carefully watched your physical reactions, noting your breathing, listening for sounds and feeling you move under me. You reached for my head and grabbed my hair, pressing me harder into your chest, making me lick and suck harder too. I loved how you just pulled my hair, pushed my head around, using me as an instrument for your pleasure. Your soft moans and whimpers of pleasure were like music to my ears, only motivating me to keep going. I was drooling so much, but it didn't seem to bother you too much, as you had other things to focus on.

After a little while, you pulled my head back, creating too much distance between my face and your chest, making it impossible for me to continue worshiping you. Instead I just looked up at you while trying to support myself using my hands. You now sat up straight, still holding my hair, forcing me to kneel while sitting on your lap. With a devious look in your eyes and that intoxicating smile, you told me that we could take things another step further, but not without the necessary preparations. After you asked about where my rope was, I explained that everything you'd need was in the drawer of my nightstand. You got up off the bed and instructed me to lie down on my stomach, with my feet dangling off the edge of the bed. I happily complied, watching what you were doing and grabbing, or at least trying to. Your perfect body not only blocked my view of my nightstand, but it also formed an irresistible distraction, preventing any peeking.

Before I knew it, you walked to the foot of the bed, grabbing both of my feet and holding them together. The soft yet firm touch of your hand was quickly replaced by one of the ropes I had. You tied my feet together, tightly enough for me to be unable to move, but not too tight to cut off the blood flow, this wasn't the first time you had done this. You dropped my feet again, grabbing my hand next. I felt the cold metal of the handcuffs around my wrist. I knew these cuffs had a little bit of wiggle room caused by the chain between them. You pulled my feet up and hooked the cuffs behind rope you had just tied before finishing by locking the cuff around my other wrist. This was a simple yet effective way to hogtie me, and I was left trying to keep my balance while laying on my stomach, unable to support my weight with my arms or legs.

Out of nowhere you took away my vision, tying a black blindfold around my head. Part of me wanted to protest, but in the end all I wanted was to give in to your control, fully submitting to you, so I kept quiet. Along with everything you had already used on me, you had found my safety scissors in that very same drawer. But you had no intention of using it to cut my ropes yet, instead I felt the sharpness of the metal brushing against my lower back before sliding under my panties. The sound of fabric being cut could be heard in the otherwise silent room, and after making a few cuts, you pushed me over onto my side. With no way of catching myself, I had **** but to just fall over and let you do whatever you had planned. A few cuts further and I felt you pulling my panties away from under the ropes of the body harness. I was now fully naked except for my cage. Even though I was blindfolded, I knew you had to be smiling, enjoying yourself and what you saw in front of you. I felt your hand on my cage, teasing me with soft touches as I was already straining and leaking. You pulled me upright again and pressed your finger against my lips. I opened my mouth and let you slide your finger, covered in precum, slide between my lips. I recognized the taste immediately, and it only made me leak more.

Then you got up off the bed again. I tried to listen for what you were doing, but it was awfully quiet. My nerves grew, thinking that, fearing that you had left me like this. I tried to move my head, hoping to get rid of the blindfold, but it was all in vain. I let out a deep sigh when I felt your fingers running through my hair again. I calmed down, slowing my breathing and heartrate and relaxing more of my muscles as far as that was possible with the restraints you had put me in. I felt the mattress shift slightly as you climbed on the bed, presumably purposefully close to me to make me lose my balance, but after some wiggling I managed to stay upright. I heard you rearranging the pillows before you lied down in front of me.

You placed your fingers under my chin, making me tilt my head upwards till my neck couldn't go any further. If it weren't for the blindfold, I'd be staring right into your eyes as I listened to your voice. "Go ahead, continue." I could only imagine what was happening right now, what was about to happen, my mind truly couldn't grasp it. I was locked up, tied up and blindfolded, were you really going to let me do what I desired to do most? You removed your hand from under my chin, causing me to wobble around a little as I regained my balance. As soon as I stopped moving, you swung one leg over my head before letting it land next to me. You told me to continue, you could only mean kissing and worshiping, right? Still a bit hesitant and fully blinded, I searched for your body. I couldn't reach anything in front of me, but had more luck at my sides. I found your inner thigh, kissing it softly, now unable to hold your body in place with my hands. You had bent your knees, making it difficult for me to go much further towards your feet, as I couldn't reach very high when tied like this. It only meant that I was **** to go closer to where you were most sensitive. I reached as far as I could and when I did, I could smell your arousal. I wanted to taste you so badly, I wanted to make you feel so good. I felt like this was a way for me to satisfy both yours and my own desires at the same time, and thinking about it only made my cage feel that much tighter.

When I couldn't reach any further, I moved to your other inner thigh. My brain wasn't functioning properly anymore so I had no specific order in which I was going to cover your whole thigh in kisses, I just did what felt right. There were so many thoughts shooting through my brain, yet I was unable to think at all. I just wanted to please you. In the midst of losing my mind, I had missed that you had moved ever so slightly, so when I felt like I couldn't reach much further, I suddenly felt your wetness on my lips. In shock, I took a deep breath. It wasn't intentional, but filling my nose and lungs with your scent was such a welcome surprise. Not able to see what I was doing, I was **** to explore this part of your body with my lips too. I made sure to avoid the most sensitive parts at first, not wanting to overwhelm you. But as I had kissed everywhere except for where your taste would be strongest, I allowed myself to give you a soft smooch right there.

The cage was getting to the point where it felt so unbearable right now, but I had no time to think about it, as there were more important things to do. My kisses turned into licks once more as I started get closer and closer to the center, teasing you but not wanting to jump straight in. At this point I had no idea which parts of you I had and hadn't covered in my saliva yet, but I knew that my tongue and your own arousal would be sure to cause one wet mess.

I finally gave in and licked you right between your labia, gently pushing them apart as they made way for my tongue. This first lick was a slow one, going from the bottom all the way to the top, really allowing me to taste you as I couldn't hold back my moans. I was gentle when getting closer to your clit and since I couldn't see your reactions, all the feedback I got was though the sounds you made. My tongue went back down, pushing just a little harder until the tip was close to entering you. I didn't let it go that far before I went back to your clit. I knew my face was already wet with a mixture of my saliva and your fluids, and I loved the way it felt. I divided my attention between licking your clit and getting my tongue closer to the source of your delicious taste. I didn't have my hands to help me pleasure you, so instead I used just my tongue. As soon as your body was ready for it, after some warming up, I was able to push my tongue deeper inside of you, slowly going in and out as I moaned in pleasure. The cage was most definitely bothering me now, but the pleasure I got from pleasing you was very much worth it.

You wrapped your legs around my body and I was using your thighs as earmuffs while I continued to lick. I went back to your clit, first circling around it before letting it get more intense, listening to your moans as far as that was possible with your thighs blocking my hearing. As my tongue went faster, you grabbed my head with your hand and pulled me closer to you, catching me by surprise but only motivating me to keep going like this. When my tongue got tired, your moans and inability to keep your hips still would provide me with all the energy I needed to get you closer to that climax. I had gotten so far, now I wanted to go all the way. I focused just on your clit now, finding the exact rhythm that worked best for you and then keeping the pace steady like that. I lost track of how much time had passed, but I heard your moans getting louder and more frequent, along with the movements of your hips getting more unpredictable. Your fingers in my hair tightened their grip and once more it seemed like I had all the energy in the world to spend on you. You were getting closer to the edge and after riding it for just a little bit, you let out one loud moan as your body was shaking. I wanted you to enjoy your orgasm to the fullest so I didn't stop licking until it got too intense and you pulled my face away. You lied there for a little while and I could hear you catching your breath before calling me a good girl. I felt every muscle in my jaw, I felt my tongue, yet my smile couldn't be wider.

Once you got up, you untied my feet and then suddenly left me like this, with my hands still cuffed behind my back and the blindfold around my head. I could hear you doing things in the room, so I wasn't too worried. When you finally relieved me of my cuffs and blindfold, I blinked a couple times before looking at you. You were wearing one of my pajamas, it was a little too big for you, as I liked getting a size larger for myself too. I looked at your face and saw that satisfied smile, only to return it with one of my own. I took some time to untie myself as you were in the bathroom, getting ready for bed. When you came back I went and brushed my teeth. My other pajamas were dirty, so it seemed like I was going to be sleeping without them tonight. It was no big deal, I'd much rather see you comfortable like that. I quickly cleaned my cage and put on some panties, worrying about the wet spot I must have left on the bed. When I got back to the bedroom, you had already drifted off to sleep so I lied down next to you as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb you in the slightest. Your hand was near my pillow so I took the opportunity to sneakily give it a little good night kiss before I laid my head down and tried to get some rest as well.

My mind was exhausted because of everything that had happened, and I fell asleep rather quickly. When I woke up it was still pretty early, so you were still dreaming. I quietly got out of bed, washed myself and started making breakfast. I was in the mood for bacon and eggs, so that's what I made for the both of us. I had just put the plates on the table when you walked out of the bedroom, the smell had woken you up. I loved how your hair was messy, how the pajamas were a size too big and how you still looked as gorgeous as ever. We sat down at the table and I served you for one last time before you had to start getting ready for work. We shared our breakfast and brushed our teeth together. I hadn't given you the chance to bring fresh clothes for the day after, but I offered you to look around in my closet if you needed anything, you were free to take whatever. Once we both got dressed, it was time to say our goodbyes. I walked with you towards your coat and shoes, and as you put those on, I felt my emotions starting to overwhelm me a little. I didn't want you to leave, so I grabbed you for a tight hug.

As you were standing in the doorway, taking your first step away from my place, I stopped you by saying: "Miss Lauren, my key please." Our eyes met for one final time as you allowed a silence that seemingly lasted for an eternity, before you finally complied. "Here you go." I opened my hand and let you drop the key onto my palm. I looked down at the key, then back at you. You almost disappeared around the corner, but I was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of your perfect figure going your own way once more, now with your newfound necklace. The key in my hand found its way back to its hiding place under my doormat. As I went back inside, closed the door behind me and let myself fall down onto the couch, thinking about everything that had happened, and everything that could still happen.