Naked, of course, even though i am more comfortable when he lets me wear something. Never anything that would get in the way of his hands or mouth, not for more than the second it takes to push the material aside, to pull it off. Never clothing that would get in the way of his cock. But no clothes at all today.
It is warm in the room, and warmer still because he has just finished strapping me. He has had me bent over the arm of the big over-stuffed chair for a long time, spanking with his hand first until i’m well warmed-up, and then with his belt.
i love the belt, the feel of leather on my ass, the sound it makes slashing through the air, the crack as it lands on my ass, and the sting. So i’m feeling a little floaty when he makes me stand up, but i’m quick to respond to his gesture to open my legs.
Standing with legs apart shoulder width, facing him. He pauses, his gaze looking me up and down, then, “Hands on top of your head,” he says.
This moves my arms and hands out of the way, raises my breasts. It is one of the most vulnerable positions for me. He pinches each of my nipples, hard, and I bite my lip, wondering what he will do next. His mouth is gentle, warm and wet, his tongue caressing one nipple until i moan before he moves to the other.
As he pulls away, the air is cool on my damp skin. i feel even more exposed, every part of my body sensitized and open to his touch. My ass tingles from the whipping, but even the flesh on my arms is aroused. With both hands on my head, i feel like i’m offering my body, and desperately want his touch.
He pinches both nipples again, making me squirm, and laughs. “Wait here,” he says, and i watch him walk out of the room.
i want to cry out, and maybe i do, just a little bit, i really don’t want him to leave. But he’s gone, quickly, with out a glance back. No need to look, he knows i’ll be here waiting, just as he left me. Ready for whatever pleasure or pain he brings, whenever he’s ready to play with me again.