Blissful Torment

The front door bell rings out. We both hear it, even here in my "private" special cellar. "That will be the new toy I ordered. Don't go anywhere!" I say, with a grin on my face, and walk up the stairs to take the package.

You sigh over the horrible joke, looking at yourself. It's easy to do, because there is a large, full-size mirror positioned straight in front of you. I wouldn't want you to miss a thing. You're wearing a black leather corset that leaves your perky breasts free but pushes them up and out nicely. Your waist is thin to begin with, and the corset emphasizes it. A tight collar forces you to keep your head upright, making it difficult to look at anything except the mirror. The boots you're wearing are not too comfortable, the heels are too high. You are not wearing them because they are comfortable, you're wearing them because you have to, and you have to because they are sexy as fuck: Laced up to your knees, black and shiny. Black latex gloves, and crotch-free latex stockings complete the look.

But the boots are not the reason you won't go anywhere. It's the fact that your ankles and wrists are chained to the velvet-covered wooden X behind you. Your arms and legs are spread wide, giving anyone perfect access. Not that there is anyone here except you, with me rummaging around upstairs.

I descend the stairs, carrying a package large enough to contain a wine-carton (though with Amazon's recent choice of boxes it could be an SD card just as well), and put it down gently nearby.

"Anything happen while I was gone?" I ask. You roll your eyes. "Oh, right, the ball-gag. You can't really answer, can you." I take a step closer. "And you can't really complain, either." Another step, and a smirk. "Well, it's your fault, really." I gently lean over you, my breath on your neck, my shirt softly rubbing over your exposed nipples, and whisper into your ear "You wanted to spend your holiday here, with me, as my personal fuck-toy."

I take a step back and take in the view. I can see you smile at the thought of unbridled passion for two weeks straight. We've been going out for a while, and been a little kinky, but never for this long, and never this seriously.

My hand disappears downwards from your view, and you can feel a finger slip between your labia. I small moan escapes your gagged mouth. All this preparation has made both of us horny, and now you expect some pleasure and release.

"But you know, there's one thing I always wanted to do, and now that you've agreed to submit to me, it's time to tell you." You can feel my lips touch your ears, as I whisper it: "I will only let you have an orgasm on midnight of the very last day, not a single moment earlier."

Originally written 2018-11-30, © Blissful Torment