I am on my knees; head downcast, naked, blindfolded, my hands tied securely behind my back. Helpless. Bound. At His mercy.
He has me exactly where, and how, He wants me. I can do nothing but wait for Him to use me as He desires.
The anticipation burns as I wait for Him. I endure His scrutiny; feeling His eyes on me as He slowly walks around me; occasionally filling my ears with the loud snapping crack of His belt.
He examines me. Although I cannot see Him, I can sense how He views me. I yearn for His touch. I hunger for His command; eager to obey His slightest whim.
His silence is agonising. My cunt is hot and wet. I long for Him to acknowledge me, to give me some indication of His desire, His need.
I wait in silence; enduring each second as it ticks by. My legs begin to cramp in the uncomfortable position of my submission to Him.
I wait in silence, as the sound of leather cracking against leather fills my senses.
Discomfort wars with anticipation, pain with arousal. What is His will? What does He require of me?
A shiver runs through me as the belt coils around my neck. It presses my skin as He pulls it tight.
A sharp tug forces me to raise my head.
I become aware of His breathing; rapid, laboured. I can almost feel His pre-climactic tension. Apart from His breathing and the rhythmic beat of His hand stroking His cock, there is silence.
His cum strikes my face like a blow from His hand. Hot, rich, sticky; I feel it trickle down my face, warming my skin as moves.
At last, He speaks. “Open your mouth, little one. Taste your reward.”
I comply. His cock fills my mouth. I tighten my lips around Him and savour the taste of His essence.