I bend your leg at the knee, pull your arm down and you feel the straps re-wound, binding your wrist and ankle. In a moment I have the other side finished as well.
Then two more straps around your thighs at your knees. One, two three loops tied off and pulled to the side of the bed. You are as open as you can be, unable to stop anyone from taking.
You feel me settle between your knees, my fingers start trailing along your inner thighs, right to the hollows in your legs where they meet your hips.
Your labia are swollen and my fingers find them, teasing and tempting, sliding along the outside edges and then inside, the lowest edge to your high hard nub. Again and again as the soft orgasm of earlier builds and washes over you. There is no shattering but just waves of pleasure and longing.
My fingers explore all of you, sliding around your edges or into you or paying close attention to one spot or another. There are forces gathering and you bite your lip to keep quiet and just accept.
Another cresting, another tide of twitching and moaning. Then I move and you feel my breath on your pussy. My tongue darts out. Tastes. Inhales. Worships.
And the real process of pleasuring you begins.
The tickle of my breath on you, body heat on body heat, is excruciating afte4 our evening. Every sense catered to, explored, fulfilled. Every dream of being taken as a form of worship,
of being touched and teased and talked to and tantalized comes down to now. The feel of my lips around your clit, my tongue touching it and the long process of making you climax longer and more intensely than you ever have. The world reduced to its most primal. To the giving and receiving of pleasure.
You don't know how long you're there. There's nothing but to dig your nails into your ankles as the climaxes flow over you. Over and over each made to live its full existence inside you. Grabbing your breath. Clenching your muscles. Making your scream when you can't stop yourself any more.
The tide goes out and you have a second or two of my licking and nibbling and nuzzling your inner thigh before I am back for another.
The goal is the final surrender to the experience, to be nothing more than pleasure as you were nothing more than taste or touch or hearing. For you to be lost in the maze of orgasmic mirrors. For your self to be quieted and there to be nothing but the body.
Once you are there, after the last uncountable climax, I unwrap the bonds from your wrists, legs, ankles. I curl beside you, arms around you. Eventually I whisper your name to remind you of who you were.
Who you are now is something for us to explore.
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