It was a cold December night, the temperature had dropped to zero degrees and the full moon shone bright on the clear, dark sky. I drove home after a movie-night with friends, enjoying the silence of the night. No human in sight, just me and my thoughts in the beautiful moonlight. His words haunting me, like an echo in my head;
“In your corner, tied up and waiting.”
I took a deep breath of cold air, all I wanted was to obey him. The whole night I thought of these words. Secretly looking at my telephone screen during the movie and for some reason, I could not wait to let him know I was in my corner, like a good girl.
Carefully I walked up the stairs to not wake my roommates up, I undressed until I was fully naked. My nipples hardened as the cold air from my slightly opened window welcomed my warm and naked body. I put on a small, satin dressing gown and got on my knees on the cold floor in my corner next to my bed, nothing more than my braid over my shoulder and the thin fabric against my wanting body.
I could feel my breath quicken as I got my phone and told him what a good girl I was. He wanted proof and so I obeyed again. Not tied up was the first thing he noticed and I felt like I let him down. I needed him for that, I wanted him to tie me up so I could be obedient to him. My phone lit up, he called. A little nervous and afraid I would wake my roommates up I whispered a short “Hi.”
His voice telling me to take off my gown and so I did, a sigh escaped my mouth. A little timorous that he could hear the longing. Enticed by the thought of his presence, of him binding my hands together, my heartbeat went faster. My imagination ran wild and with the sound of his voice in my ear, I could almost feel him. Tilting my head back to the thought of his grip around my braid, pulling my head a little to the back. As he held his thick object of my desire in front of me I salivated, even more so when I parted my lips. Looking up at him with lusty eyes, hands on my back and my body writhing in anticipation. I bit my lower lip, opened my mouth a little more and stuck out my tongue as an invitation. He moved a little closer, just enough so the tip of my tongue could lightly touch the moisture of his laden tip. Salty, yet sweet. I looked up into his eyes and I could see his desire grow as I parted my lips more to allow him to enter my watering mouth. A moan escaped my mouth as I took his full length in. A sound of appreciation came from his depths and he pulled away, he drew my head back again with a firm grip around my hair.
“Sit on the bed with your legs spread, I want to taste you.”
With a look of slight panic, I swallowed, go up and sat on the bed.