Waiting is the pleasure. Tied, blindfolded and waiting. Straining to hear the sounds that would tell me when he was here.

Swelled and throbbing, I waited. A black corset with white boning, lace stockings and 5 inch heels defined who and what I was that night. My arms were tied to the back of the wooden chair and my ankles to the base, forcing my legs wide and vulnerable to what was to come. My husband had tied the knot, so to speak. Lighting was important, so he placed me directly under the bulb, leaving me there to wait for my fantasy to arrive. Finally I heard the sound of the powerful motorbike engine pull into the drive. I thought about how I looked, tossed my hair back and pushed out my beautiful D cups so that I would look my best for the man coming for me. The sound of heavy boots on the driveway made me squirm. The footsteps paused in front of me. I knew that he was looking at me, seeing the woman who was waiting for him. He didn't touch me immediately, but came close to my ear and whispered, "well, well, what do we have here?" I did not reply, knowing that it was not my place to do so. His hand cupped my breast, gently at first, then taking my nipple in his mouth, sucked long and hard.

I arched my back and begged for more. He forced my legs further apart, but did not touch me at first, just looking at my vulnerablility. Then I felt the first touch of his fingers as they entered my cunt. God, how good that felt. I could not move, I could stop nothing, and those fingers moved in and out of me, knowing that.

Those fingers owned me and everything at the core of me was responding to him.

I was his for the taking. I was on the edge of coming when he suddenly stopped. I moaned, willing him to continue, so hot that I could hardly stand it. I wanted to tell him, beg him, to continue, but I knew that it would be only in his good time that I would be pleasured. I was waiting again, but not for long. Nothing warned me about what was about to happen next. Ice is a powerful thing, that can feel hot and cold, pain and pleasure, all at once.

When thick fingers push it up your cunt, while at the same time you are being gently toyed, it is almost unbearable.

More ice, rubbed on your nipples, down your belly and left in your naval. The man controlling you seems to know just how much you can stand, then gives you relief. Then he starts to kiss me. I respond, the tip of my tongue touching his, playing with him. Suddenly, his tongue is down my throat, his hand in my hair, forcing my head back. Fingers are grasping at my cunt, and I am being played, mouth and cunt. I am coming, almost against my will, yet desperate as those fingers move, knowing that I am loving every second of the moment. Slowly the ropes tying my hands and feet to the chair are untied and I am pushed to my hands and knees.

I do not resist, how can I knowing that these hands can give me so much pleasure? Roughly, my arse is pulled up and a length is thrust into my cunt, harder and fatter than I have ever known.

my instinct is to move away, but I am held there as this man thrusts into me again and again, finally coming so hard that he falls on me and forces me to the floor. I am exhausted as well, but I didn't realise that he wasn't alone.

He moves off me and I think that we have had a wonderful night. I start to remove my blindfold, but my hands are slapped away. "You have not been told to move" I am told and to my shock, someone slaps my arse. I freeze, knowing that there is another man in the room.

My night is not over. My hands are roughly tied and I am led into what I think is the bedroom. I can sense that there is more than one person in the room, watching me and wanting me. I am right.

Tied to the bed, it is not long before I have a length in my mouth and another in my cunt.

I suck and play for all I am worth, knowing that I am here to please as well as to be pleased.

Whoever is playing me comes, and to my shock is quickly replaced by another swollen length. Next thing I know I am coming again, at the same time toying and swallowing whoever is coming in my mouth. This was one of the best plays of my life. Who said Tuesday nights were dull.