A dose of thrill and excitement rush

I was trying to see the image in the steamed mirror from the bathroom, with no luck. She just took a shower and now she was dressing in the bedroom, letting me watch her shadows and silhouette through that damn piece of glass which didn’t show me too much. It’s like a whole conspiracy, my thoughts wanted to wonder but my eyes couldn’t help.

I was waiting for her to call me, as the mistress she is, as the slave I am to her beauty. She wanted to play… but how? After a few more seconds who seemed like hours, I heard her calling, telling me to enter the room and lay down on the wood floor. “Take off your clothes” she said. I listened to her, I always listen to her and in a few seconds my shivering body was pressing against the cold tiles of wood on that floor. She tied my eyes and let me drawn in my own expectations, not knowing where she is or what she’s doing. I could feel and hear my warm breath against the wood, making it wet and sending me back the sound of the air who was rushing in and out my lungs. Where is she? I could almost feel her cold shadow running along my legs, hearing her naked feet slowly walking, like a cat who’s on to her pray, waiting for the perfect moment. My heart was pounding and it was the only sound in that room. Am I alone here? I wanted to turn my head and in that second I felt her foot on the back of my head and her asking “what do you think you are doing?”. I don’t know what was in my head, I was blindfolded anyway but my instincts thought I could see through that thick piece of silk on my eyes.

Something ticklish started to touch my skin, making me twitch and breath harder and louder. I knew she uses her leather whip on my skin, but she has so many of them and I didn’t knew which one… Have I been a bad boy? Should I dare to ask? I should never dare to ask, is she decides this, I can only take it and be thankful.

“Did you see me naked in the bathroom mirror?”. I wanted to say no, but then again, this might not be the appropriate approach. I just kept my mouth shut and let her guess, or let her assume what she wants, I’m gonna get punished anyway and it’s not like I want something else. I live for this, I live for her and every second away from this makes me fill empty inside and without purpose… so why should I waste those precious moments now?

Waiting for my punishment, I could feel my internal fluid rushing through my whole body, but most of it in my head. I could hear the ticking of my watch which was on the night stand, a few feet away, I could hear the wind pushing the windows, I could hear the cars on 2 blocks away, but I couldn’t hear her and I didn’t wanted too. Just when I thought she’s going to leave me there waiting, she placed herself on my back, with her wet and soft skin and whispered to my ear again “did you or didn’t you saw me naked in the mirror?”. Well… this was my clue that I must answer something, anything at that point as I couldn’t take the pressure anymore and I needed her to punish me. “Yes I did” I said… “but not as much as I wanted too, the mirror was foggy from the steam and”… and I couldn’t finish my words, I felt her whip quickly stroking my butt cheeks. “Do you think you are worthy of seeing me like this? Did I let you see me like this?”. I didn’t felt any anger in her voice. Actually she sounded like she wanted me to confront her in some way, to give her an excuse to punish me more. “Here goes nothing” I say to myself while I turn around and face her… or my body does, I’m still blindfolded. She slowly starts to remove my blindfold, but so slow that the pulse make me almost explode. Is she naked? Will I see her insanely gorgeous body above me? It was like that blindfold wouldn’t just get out my head, I started to bite my lips just to hold my anticipation in place. Finally, it’s off… and she is not naked. Her bathrobe lets me see her lovely legs and her shoulders, but nothing more. Damn you robe, you are a wall between my mind and my eyes.

She looked down at me and saw my manhood up and pulsating. Smiling, she put her feet on it and rubbed it slowly, asking me if I like that. “Yes I do mistress, I truly do”. That was a mistake, I should’ve remembered that she likes to tease and deny and this just gave her the perfect opportunity. While unmeasured rounds of pleasure were piercing my body, her entire weight was on my penis in a second. “Do you like this also? SHUT UP, don’t you dare make a sound”. Why did she asked then? She was pressing me hard, mixing pleasure with pain and watching every reaction closely. My face was all red, I was holding my breath and waiting for the sweet release. Like every time, that release was going to come later that I wanted, keeping me tense for a little longer. As long as she liked it, I wasn’t going to protest, just wish for once I could get what I wanted when I wanted. In this case I wanted less pain and more pleasure.. but then again, pain is another kind of pleasure for me, I get my thrill out of this… I could use less pressure though…

Just when I thought I can’t take it anymore, she lifted her foot and started rub it again, raising my flag up to the ceiling. My body started to run normally again and a little smile filled the corner of my mouth. Big mistake, I saw her lifting her foot high (just enough to give me a quick glance up that robe) like she was going to crush my flag on the spot. I closed my eyes and hold my breath waiting for that millisecond which was going to bring me more pain than I ever tasted. I sat there for a few seconds waiting but nothing happened. When I opened my eyes I saw her standing there and laughing…

“Now, get your sorry ass up on that chair and tie yourself with these handcuffs…”