Bound by his need ... hand and foot,
sheer silken stockings
wound around her willing wrists
and
shapely naked ankles.
Her eyes oblivious to his wanton intentions,
veiled in silken darkness.
Her mouth muted by nothing more than her own trepid expectation.
Her skin burns beneath the heat of his first touch
as the backs of his finely manicured finger nails glide slowly
from nape to navel,
pausing only
to draw lazy circulets around her belly button piercing.
Fingertips replaced by lighter feathery touch
as he teases the first gasps of pleasure from her acheing lips,
taunting her pronounced nipples
with the edge of the ostrich feather,
before in lazy eights
making his way towards her arcing hips and bared open thighs.
Running the feathery tip slowly ... up and down... her swelling labia
before ! slapping ! her hard
stinging her cliterous and opening lips.
Her senses aware now
to the smell of burning wax
and the sound of something metallic
being placed beside her...
gently humming.
( to be continued )