butter

Tying you tighter than normal
Not much play in my ropes
Removing clamps from the freezer
you make a hissing sound when they bite
"Why are you always so fucking wet?"
As I swirl my finger around your tight walls
cleaning it off in your hungry mouth

I leave to heat an inch of butter
into a small teal tea cup
hot but not scalding
set it down between your legs
with one hand I expose your shy clit
pulling the skin up and away
until it looks like a little pink hill

"I've done this before with mixed reviews.
With this little tiny paint brush
I will paint and tease your clit.
I have seen one buck wildly on the bed
testing the strength of the ropes.
you will not move; you will make me proud.
Be still until you ask for release
Or this can go on all night.
I have lots of butter," I say with evil grin.