Her Surrender

I see you, in your submission,
wrapped in nothing but bits of leather and chain.
Your body in front of me,
wide open to what I desire.
My hands run down your arms
held apart by a wooden bar of my own making.
You eyes covered by black velvety blindfold.
And you're mouth filled by the red rubber ball
which we have come to love so much.

Your arms are held up to the ceiling by a rope
tied to that lovely spreader bar and a weight pulling it ever skyward
My hands continue down to your breasts
and begin to coax your nipples out of their slumber.
Fully awakened they sit prominently up for me
 to tease, to clip, to bite
I love torturing you this way
to see you quiver and quake fills me with joy.
A joy no one else has ever elicited in me.

I go further down your body
delighting in watching the goosebumps
as they pop up all over you from where I touch
and where I don't touch I kiss, I lick and I nibble.
I take my hands and cup your waiting pussy
your juices running down your legs as your desire has built.
I use my fingertips to part those lips that only I have seen.
I dampen them with your juices and then rub the nub that drives you crazy
you shudder and shake as your orgasm nears.
I can tell you are close to the edge and then I abruptly stop.

I leave you in your thoughts, the haze of lust consuming all
and walk to the door.  I have to go, so I leave you as you are

For now.