They didn´t do this kind of stuff, usually. “Let´s try something else,” she´d said. He was no longer sure if this was a good idea. He didn´t like being tied to this chair. He preferred to be in control of whatever happens.  

 Where the hell was she? She knew how much he hated to wait.

The door opened and he could only stare at her. She wore a tiny maid´s dress, her tits practically spilling out of the tight black blouse. There was no way he´d be able to be patient and indulge whatever game she had planned while she was wearing that. What on earth was she thinking? He suddenly had the overwhelming urge to take her right here on the dining table, her ankles wrapped around his neck. And he would make her come even harder than last night, when she was screaming in pleasure, so loud that he was afraid the neighbors might call the police.

 He broke out of his fantasy long enough to realize she was talking to him.

“How nice to see you bound like this. Such a strong man… but soooo helpless right now. Ah, what should I do with you? How should I use you for my pleasure? And when?”

She paused. “Maybe I´ll just leave you alone in here for a little longer.”

“Don´t you dare!” he said.

“Excuse me?” she seized his chin and stared into his eyes, her face in a mischievous expression. “Do you honestly think you have anything to say in what happens next?”

“What the fuck?” he thought and was about to say something as she put her hand over his mouth.

“If you continue being insolent, I will not let you get off. Better be a good boy, and you might get a reward.”

He was speechless, which was probably for the best. She turned around and pretended to dust a shelf, with a ridiculous feather duster she had brought along. And as she bent down to get to the bottom shelf, her skirt hiked up and gave him a perfect view. She wore nothing underneath her damn costume. The shelf seemed to be very dirty, as she took her time dusting and dusting, wiggling her ass as she worked. Nasty little tease. She was going to be the death of him!

 ”Baby, come on. Stop teasing me. I can see how wet you are - untie me and I´ll take care of you,” he said in a seductive tone, giving her his best puppy-dog eyes.

She turned around and grinned wickedly, saying quietly “No. Fucking. Way.”

He groaned and she stepped closer, lightly grazing his chest.

“Is my little pet getting impatient? Such a shame. We haven´t even started yet.”

And with that she took a black silk scarf out of her pocket and blindfolded him.

“You´re kidding me, right?” he murmured.

“Excuse me?” she said sharply, tugging his hair. “Did my little pet just say something?”

He kept quiet. Not being able to see anything felt strange. What was she up to? He felt her breath on his neck and shivered.

There was a light touch at his crotch. She opened his zipper - yes, yes, yes!

His cock sprang free and he felt the cool air on his skin, but that was all.

He waited.

Nothing happened.

He tried to be patient, straining his ears to hear what she was up to. But all was quiet. He wondered what she would do with him. Would he like it? Would she even care? This dominant act of hers was very convincing. And he was surprised to realize that it turned him on. A lot.

After a while he couldn´t stand the tension any longer.

“Baby?” he asked quietly.

“Don´t talk,” she said.

And nothing happened.

Finally he could hear her steps. Was she slowly circling his chair? “Such a pretty pet,” she murmured.

Something soft touched his back, stroking the skin along his spine. Much too soft for his liking. What was it? The feathery strokes moved slowly along his shoulders and arms, his chest, and downwards. And just before they reached his cock, they stopped.

He groaned.

She chuckled.

He waited.

Something soft and wet touched his throbbing erection. She licked the tip of his cock. Just for a second.

“Baby, please!” he wailed without thinking.

“Please - what?” she murmured, her lips just barely touching his ear.

“Please, touch me, fuck me, anything. I can´t take this teasing anymore.”

 ”Ah, ah. Still so impatient. Stick out your tongue,” she said, and he complied. He felt her tongue caressing his, tasting of him. He wanted to increase the pressure of this touch, but she withdrew.

He sighed.

 ”Stick out your tongue, I said.”

He complied again, and heard her moving. What was that touching his arms now?

And then her pussy touched his tongue. Fuck, she was so wet, he could practically drink her. And he did. His senses heightened by the blindfold, her smell and feel was so intense and the sensation made his cock even harder. He licked along her slit and pushed his tongue inside of her. Then he sucked her clit while stroking it with his tongue, knowing how much she loved this. She moaned and chanted “yes, yes, yes” and even though he couldn´t see her, he knew exactly how her face looked like at the moment of her climax. A look of pleasure and utmost concentration, her brows furrowed and her mouth shaping a perfect “o”.

 And then there was only the sound of her breath and his, both of them panting.

“Such a good boy,” she purred into his ear.

He smiled.

“Time for your reward.”