This is what I asked for, what I begged him for and yet I’m still nervous.

Lying naked on the bed, limbs spread wide and secured so I am stretched and vulnerable I wait for him to begin.

I hear the creak of the chair from beyond the bed and realise that he wont start, not yet, he will delay and tease me with my own thoughts and impatience.  I shift slightly in my restraints, rub  my cheek on the sheet and try to match his stillness, his calmness.

The process of my bondage has already turned me on, my blood is hot, I can feel my cunt ripe and juicy at the top of my legs, pulsing in time with the heartbeat I am trying to slow.

I can’t do it, I can’t wait, but I have to.  I shift again and a small mewling sound escapes me, I realise I am panting; so needy so exposed.  I know he will be enjoying my struggle with myself as much as he is enjoying the sight of my nakedness.

I imagine heat rising off me, carrying the smell of my arousal to him, hoping it will incite him to touch me.

The chair creaks again, I refuse to try and look, I don’t care if he has just shifted position or got up to come to me, it wont make any difference, I am lost and he has won.  He knew that when I begged for this, promised that it was what I wanted that I would find it more exposing of myself than I ever realised and that I would enjoy the surrender more than I could ever imagine.

He tweaks my little toe and rubs his thumb into the arch of my foot.  Tender yet aggressive he is claiming his prize.  The trickle of his fingers up the back of my leg lets loose a trickle of moisture through my body.  I salivate and lick my lips, my pussy responds in kind and I feel the pooling of lust readying my cunt for his invasion.

And yet he retreats again.  I can’t help myself I cry out and writhe in my frustrated need, I know I said I would be patient but he is so much better at playing this game than I am.

The sting of his hand on my arse stills me, eliciting a yelp of pain and more wet subsmission between my traiterous legs.

Finally I feel it, his palm resting over my cunt, a finger glancing over my clit, I try to push back but find fresh air replacing warm flesh. I still myself and wait.  Easier now that I know it wont be long, he can’t be long, he must fuck me soon.

His hand returns, fingers sliding along my slit, slicking through my wetness, spreading open my lips and holding me open, ready.

My breathing is fast now, short raged gasps, soon, please soon.

Hardness at my hole, not the warmth of flesh, but the unyielding press of plastic.  Moaning with the frustration of an ill met need I can’t help but want to feel the hard dome stretching me open as he slides it into me.

A small voice rasps out of me,

“Yes, please, please”

He does, he fills me, plugs me with plastic and leaves me.

The door swings shut behind him and I know he’s only just begun.


Tags: , BDSM story, bondage, power play sex,

8 Responses to “Plastic”

  1. Lady Grinning Soul March 1, 2011 at 8:36 am #

    Mmmmm… that is such a teasing piece. I loved every second of it, hehe.. divine.

    • Ruby March 1, 2011 at 8:41 pm #

      Thank you m’Lady.
      So glad you enjoyed it.

  2. Anne-Mhairi March 1, 2011 at 10:52 pm #

    Wow. Yes. You are good :) That’s fantastic.

    • Ruby March 2, 2011 at 10:25 am #

      Thank you Anne-Mhairi.

  3. Squeaky March 2, 2011 at 8:41 am #

    …oooh…*growl*…*loved* that, darling! :)

    • Ruby March 2, 2011 at 10:22 am #

      Thanks Squeaky, glad to be able to make you growl my lovely.

  4. Nick March 31, 2011 at 10:35 pm #

    Loved this. I can smell you, taste you, feel you. I can see a little bit of your juice running down the inside of you thigh.

    • Ruby April 1, 2011 at 2:58 pm #

      Goodness me what a reply, glad that I could use my words to such good effect.
      Thank you.


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