I know my place.
You've played this game before,
You know how far the chains strain
Without breaking.
Without allowing me to touch you
As you squirm seductively on the red chaise.
Without bringing you
Within my reach.

Please please please,
Let me play.
My nerves jangle as I watch.
Mute. Gagged.
Arms and legs strapped
To a wooden chair.
You hold me back in place
With just one sharp glance
As your hands move slowly
Across your body.

I know my place.

You tease - I'm close enough
To see you, to smell you,
To touch you, to lick you,
But you won't allow me.
I'm bound in place ,
Unable to do more than strain,
A prisoner to your
Exhibitionism. And to my
Need to touch you. Lick you. Taste you.

You've played this game before.

The heavenly aroma of you -
Pheromones driving me crazy.
Igniting my lust with
Chanel and your own heat.
The sight of you lying on red velvet;
Like a first taste of the finest single malt.
Your white lace - like angels
Hiding the prize with their wings.
Until your own personal devil
Makes his appearance and fights them off.
The anticipation pulses in me.
Pulses in me, pulses in me!
I know which side I'm rooting for,
Cos I know the devil always wins.

You know how far the chains strain
Without breaking.

Your eyelids flutter and you bite your lip,
Sharp intakes of breath
As you trace circles inside your
D cup brassiere awhile
And finally decide that the devil
Has perhaps won this round.
Lace angel wings removed slowly.
Sensually.
Revealing erect dark circles
Desperate to be suckled.

Or at least licked and nibbled.
And maybe tweaked.
Your saliva wetted fingertips
Look like they are doing a fine job.

Without allowing me to touch you.

You sit up, and your eye contact
Tells me that I don't have long to wait
To see the main event.
Your favourite and mine.

As you squirm seductively on the red chaise

But this time you ungag me.
'Ssshhhh,' you say.
'If you talk it goes back on,' you warn.
I nod shocked acknowledgement;
Though I don't fully understand
What games you intend.
But I know I won't regret my
Promised silence.

Without bringing you

You step lightly away, bemused,
In control.
And run your hand from breast
To panties.
Your other hand grabbing your own hair
As you arch your back
As your fingers dip. Dip. Dip.
Short breaths. Quick and short.
I strain, but not against the restraints.
I ache for release.
And then the devil plays his trump card,
And you are naked before me,
Fingers dipping and rubbing,
As you climb above me,
One foot on either chair arm
And give me a view
That is worth the price of my soul.
And then you lower yourself,
Sweet honey dripping
Blessed ambrosia,
Teasingly onto the very tip of my tongue.

Within my reach.

As you buck and moan and
Grind into my face
I suck and lick
As you command.
Until you tense and tense and tense

And cum and cum and cum.....

My tongue still lapping.
Til you collapse on top of me,
Giggling.

"Oh my love"you say,
"Thank you, that was something
Very, very special.
It's your turn to decide
What we play next."