One hour.....

Tick, tick, tick.

I listened to the clock ticking away the seconds. I was bound, gagged, and blindfolded, unable to move, speak, or see. My arms were tied together behind my back, at my wrists and elbows. A cord attached my wrists to a hook in the ceiling, and the cord was pulled to a length that kept me bent at the waist. Leather restraints were fastened around my ankles just above the straps of my high heels. The tension on the ropes connected to the ankle straps kept my legs spread apart.

Tick, tick, tick.

How long had I been there? One hour was all that he promised, but the strain of my unnatural position made it seem like the hour passed a long time ago. The cool air of the basement made me shiver and caused my nipples to stand erect. He sat watching me, gently stroking his cock. He walked over to me and grasped both nipples with his fingertips, rolling and squeezing them. I jerked at his initial touch but soon relaxed and moaned behind my gag as he worked on the sensitive tips. The sensations seemed magnified by my lack of vision and inability to move or respond. He knelt down so that he could view the fullness of my breasts hanging down as he manipulated my tender buds, and the erotic image of them soon caused him to fill his hands with my flesh, grasping the whole breast and kneading it in his grip. Waves of warmth coursed through me, from my breasts to my groin. I moaned contentedly behind the gag to show him that I was enjoying the tender treatment he was giving me. He moved behind me and remained kneeling, quietly examining the wonderfully erotic sight of my thighs above my black stockings; the tiny puckered hole of my ass, and my soft pussy lips. He waited, as I did.

Tick, tick, tick.

I was going crazy with anticipation as I waited for his touch. I swayed slightly back towards him, trying to make contact, but he remained out of reach. He moved his face closer to me, and pursed his lips, blowing lightly up and down my crack, breathing out warm air over my lips and ass. Once, twice, three times. How long could he continue without touching me? My ass poked back at him as I tried again and again to reach him, to feel contact with his skin. He loved to torture me with anticipation, to see how far he could take me into an erotic frenzy without consummating our passion. He stopped blowing on me, and again I waited.

Tick, tick, tick.

He looked carefully between my thighs and saw the moisture forming tiny droplets on my pussy lips. He reached his hand up, spreading the juice on his fingertips. He raised his hand to his face, rubbing his fingers together to smell me and taste me on his hand. His cock had been hard for so long, it had created the pleasurable sensation that was verging on painful. It was ready to explode, and it pulsed up and down with every beat of his heart. He stood behind me, bending his knees and arching slightly backwards so that he could position his cock at the entrance to my open pussy. Ever so slowly he brought it up and touched my lips with the head, pressing continuously upward in a slow motion penetration. He straightened up so that it filled me completely. With his cock head lodged deep inside me, he stood completely still, revelling in the grip my pussy had on his aching shaft. He flexed his pelvic muscles so that it seemed to leap inside me. I squeezed back, gripping him even tighter. No motion, no pumping, just feeling our connection of flesh.

Tick, tick, tick.

I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to pound into me furiously, but he would not. I tried to pull myself forward, to initiate motion, but he grabbed my hips and remained buried deep inside me. I stopped struggling and stood still enjoying the same sensations he was feeling. We stood with his cock deep inside me, motionless. Soon he began to feel my pulse through my pussy, as I felt the throbbing of his heart with the tiny involuntary motions caused by each heartbeat.

Tick, tick, tick.

What an exquisite torture it was, to be penetrated with a hot, hard cock, helpless and unable to move. He decided that this feeling was worth making last, so he stood, melting into me, becoming one with me. His hands drifted from my hips to my legs, feeling the smoothness of my skin, lightly rubbing over the tops of my ass cheeks. His fingertips roamed downward through the crease between my mounds, and he lightly touched my hole. He rubbed it gently, around and around. Yet not once did I make any motion with my hips. Nor did he. I was beginning to understand why I didn't want to move, I was getting lost in the sensation of being filled. My whole being was centred on my pussy and my ass. All feeling and consciousness was centred there.

Tick, tick, tick.

The only sound was the clock ticking away the hour.

He looked at the source of the only sound in the room and saw that there were only five minutes to go in our journey. He was clearly having trouble concentrating on anything but the warm wet grip of my pussy and the magical contractions I was doing with my muscles, squeezing and releasing him.

Tick, tick, tick.

He waited, breathing deeply, preparing himself for what was to follow.

Riiiinnnnnggggg!!!

Breaking the silence the alarm sounded the end of the hour, and he answered by pulling his cock back, out to the very edge of my lips, and thrusting back in, hard. The new wave of sensation caused by the motion was so intense that we couldn't last long. He began furiously pounding into me from behind, gripping my hips to keep me steady. He could hear my screams and cries from behind the gag, he couldn't hold back any more. He give me permission to cum, gripped me tightly and shot deep into me, shuddering in climax just as he felt my own orgasm gripping his cock, massaging him from my core. My legs weakened but he held me up, holding me steady. He remained in me as we came down from our peak, holding on to my hips. We stood still for a few moments, just enjoying the tick, tick, tick.

T Date - Part Two

I loved watching him squirm, it was fun, and a pleasure, but not the pleasure I had come for. I needed more, I needed to cum, I needed to feel him in me. But still I would drag it out, make him wait, beg for it.

As I watched him lying there, helpless and desperate for my touch, I decided to be a little cruel (in the nicest possible way of course). I reached into my bag and pulled out my favourite vibrator. I had teased him that if he didn't behave I would 'explore' parts of him that had never been touched, either with my hands or my toys. This was all a very new experience for him. His wife didn't even like giving him oral sex, never mind playing with other parts 'down there' as she put it! She was missing a treat, but of course I couldn't go too far the first time he was blindfolded, so, after running the vibrator down between his legs, feeling his whole body tense, I decided to tease him another way.

I knelt on the bed, spread my legs and started to masturbate with the vibrator, firstly rubbing it over my clit, moans of excitement and pleasure escaping my lips. He couldn't touch me. He couldn't see me. His cock was twitching with anticipation. That wasn't enough torment though. I slid the perfect plastic cock inside me, it made that amazing sound that a wet pussy makes, just as it is entered for the first time, that squelch, the moist 'tut' it expels each time something slides in and out of it, the beautiful noise that only a wet cunt makes. The sound travelled to his ears and he moaned, sounding like a man who had just lost a fortune betting on a donkey instead of a horse.

I smiled. How frustrating it must be for him. But that wasn't good enough for me. I took it out of my pussy and ran it over his lips, while I was manoeuvring myself over his chest. His arms outstretched couldn't touch me, his head couldn't reach me, his cock was inches away from any contact with me. I knelt over his chest and continued masturbating, sliding it in and out of me, rubbing my clit, harder and faster, needing to cum and loving that he was desperate for release too, mine could happen, but his would wait. He could feel, but couldn't see, exactly what I was doing over him.

I could feel my orgasm building and moved my knees over his shoulders until I was kneeling over his face. With one hand holding his head flat, and the other allowing the vibrations of the toy to course through my clit, I came over his face, just millimetres away from his mouth, his tongue now straining to reach my lips. My body bucked over his face, as I threw the vibrator across the room and, grabbing his hair with both hands, I buried his face in my pussy until the sensations subsided. He gasped for breath as I climbed off, his cock now purple with excitement.

I thought it was about time he had some pleasure so I retrieved the vibrator, turned it back on and started to run it over his balls. It slid over the skin well, still slick from my juices. I ran it up and down his cock, down between his cheeks, making the most of his widely spread legs, and back over his balls again. His cock twitched with the new sensation, looking more and more engorged with every stroke. With my other hand I started to wank him gently, feeling how aroused he was but making sure he didn't cum. It felt like his cock was about to burst.

I settled between his legs and took his cock into my mouth, slowly, gently sucking and licking, feeling it throb inside me, knowing how close he was to orgasm, but it was too soon, for me anyway! I gently squeezed the tip and moved my mouth away.

'Do you want to cum?' I whispered.
'Oh god yes!!!! Please let me!' was the reply.
I smiled to myself, and mouthed to myself 'Tough!'. He didn't hear that. He thought I was going to let him cum now. I wasn't.

His cock tasted very good, the pre-cum flowing freely now. I wanted it in my mouth again but it would take an expert not to let him cum. Naturally I am an expert! I slid my wet mouth down over him again, wanking him into my mouth with my hand. The combination of both sensations had him begging to cum, but every time he was close I gently squeezed the tip and moved away. The frustration must have been agonising, but for me it was bliss.

I squeezed some lube into my hand and continued to wank his, at this point, bursting cock. The wetness squelching around his shaft as if it was deep inside my pussy. Just as he was, once more, about to cum, I stopped what I was doing.

I am sure if there hadn't been a blindfold across his eyes I would have seen a solitary tear roll down his cheek!

'Please, please, I'm begging you, let me cum!' he cried. I smiled.

I moved from the bed and untied his restraints. I helped him up to his feet and knelt in front of him. His legs wobbled, and his need to cum had made his knees weak. I steadied him with my hands on his hips and looked up at him. Still blindfolded, I continued to rub his wet cock, feeling the orgasm build. My tits were pushed up, still released from the basque, my nipples still hard. I squeezed hard on them while all the while wanking him over me. His balls were contracting, I could see his orgasm was imminent. He steadied himself on the bedpost with one arm just as he was about to empty his balls all over me.

'Take off your blindfold, NOW!' I instructed.

He ripped it off and looked down at me just as his spunk erupted from his cock and covered my tits. His body convulsed with the force of the delayed orgasm, denied for so long. With my hand still round his cock his legs gave way and he sat on the bed. His eyes still staring at me, at my face, my tits, his cum, and my smile!

My smile said it all.

T Date - Part One......

I had agreed to meet T in the hotel room, the room he had booked earlier that week, with strict instructions to impress me.

That he certainly did. That's the great thing about being a mistress, I get spoiled, he tries hard, he is out to impress, he is making all the effort it needs to get exactly where we both want to be. But this isn't about the location, although that does help, this is about the time we spend together, and the fun we have.

I had asked him to be ready for me, showered, naked with a towel around him, blindfolded and sitting on the sofa in front of the roaring open fire. The champagne was to be on ice with the soft music playing in the background.

I entered the room and he was sitting exactly where I had told him. He was clean, hard and nervous. I hadn't told him what I wanted of him, or what I was going to do to him, it was all very new to him. In the 27 years he had been married he had never been blindfolded, tied or pampered, so his nerves were palpable.

As he sat waiting for me, his blindfold covering his eyes and his shyness, the towel covering his hardening cock, he was breathless with anticipation. I entered the room, walked over to him and whispered 'Good boy' in his ear. I walked away, poured myself a glass of champagne and watched him for a while. His breath was coming in shallow, rapid gasps.

He was handsome, tanned, a great body, and an almost perfect cock (is there such a thing as a perfect one?). How could I tell? I stood in front of him and lifted the towel, looking at the form as it sprang to attention, released from its confines.

I was still fully clothed at this point so I put my glass down and moved into the other room to prepare myself. Although he couldn't see me I wanted him to feel every inch of me and have his mind paint the picture for him. He appreciated the power of the mind when it came to sex, and as this was his first experience of a blindfold, I wanted every last detail to be perfect.

I dressed in a black basque, lace trim with suspenders attached. I attached my black lace top stockings, and slipped my toes into the 7 inch black and silver shoes, with fine stiletto heels. The thick carpet dampened the sound of my approach, so he took a sharp intake of breath as I came back into the room and kissed the back of his neck. I raked my nails down his chest and brought the champagne glass to his lips. He gulped hungrily on the fizz, wanting the alcohol induced courage to continue, and not knowing when he would drink again that evening.

I moved around to face him again and brought his hands across to feel my body, to feel the lace, the stockings, the flesh of my breasts bulging from the cups. He opened his mouth to speak and I held my finger to his lips. I didn't want a sound from him. I dropped to my knees and, after taking a mouthful of champagne, I slid my lips around his erection and held him there. The bubbles of the liquid were tingling against his sensitive skin, he moaned, and moved his hands to my head. I took them away, I needed no physical encouragement to do what I wanted to him. I swallowed the liquid, flicked my tongue over the head of his cock and stood up.

He clearly wasn't going to be able to keep his hands to himself so I led him to the bed, firmly tying his hands and feet to each of the posts. I stood back to admire my handiwork. He looked magnificent. Tied, helpless, breathless, hard and excited. I took another drink and waited. He was frustrated with the silence, not knowing what I was going to do next, or where I was. I sat and looked at him, all the while increasing his feelings of frustration. He was aching for me to touch him, to continue with the taster he had of my mouth around him, to touch him, to talk to him, to make him cum, but I wasn't planning on rushing anything.

His long arms were tied tight but his fingers were free, thankfully at exactly the right height to slide between my pussy lips. I stood astride his hand and directed his fingers towards the wetness. He gasped when he felt how aroused I was. I gasped from that first touch, the touch I'd been waiting weeks to feel. I moved away and a moan of disappointment escaped his lips. I knelt and sucked his fingers clean, tasting myself, savouring every drop. I stood up and repeated the move, letting him sink his fingers deeper into me this time. As I stood with his fingers gently rubbing my clit and sliding into me, moving around in a blind, but skillful, fumble, I released my breasts from the basque, setting them free from the confines of the lace. I moved away from his hand and saw the liquid glistening on his fingers. Leaning over I put my breast and nipple into his fingers, feeling them slide around, covered in my juice. When both nipples were moist I climbed onto the bed and, like a mother waiting for her new born to latch on, touched his lips with the hard bud. He immediately sucked it into his mouth, hard. The sensation was intense, leaning over him, my pendulous breasts in his face, my nipple in his mouth, loving his inability to grasp them as he wanted, the frustration as his wrists strained on the fabric bonds, trying to touch them. I moved across to my other nipple, and he continued to suck hard like a hungry baby. I dipped my fingers back inside myself and slid them into his mouth along with my breast and he sucked even harder, trying to get every last drop of my cunt juice into his mouth.

I pulled away and climbed off the bed, a louder moan of disappointment escaping his lips. I stood and drank more champagne, all the while watching his now twitching cock drip pre-cum from the tip. I knelt on the bed and poured some of my drink over his cock and balls, cooling the heat emanating from them. His cock leapt in surprise, and I could see his balls contract slightly. I love watching a helpless man and his involuntary muscle spasms. I watched as the liquid found a natural path around his muscles and traced itself down his side and between his open legs towards the bed. Kneeling between his legs I followed the wetness with my long nail, my finger sliding up and down beneath his balls, then circling each sack and pulling on them. I gently scraped my nail down the underside of his cock, and tickled the tip. I stroked my finger over the end and brought it to my mouth, tasting his juice, I couldn't wait to taste every part of him, but I had to resist. I wanted to feel him inside me, my mouth and my pussy, but I had to resist. The anticipation was killing him, and it was killing me too, but I had to resist.

A game is not a game if it finishes early! :)