A Short story of submission

As I knelt cold and shivering on the tiled floor, blinded by the silk sash bound round my eyes allowing me to see only darkness. I listened intently for His footsteps, I knew he was close,  i could smell his cologne, strong and woody. My breathing becoming rapid as I rubbed my fingers across my sweating palms, twisting my wrists feeling the shackles dig into my skin, sending  Shivers over me reminding me of my nakedness, knowing my nipples already stood proud in little peaks, already sensitive. Fear and anticipation running through my veins, but I wasn't scared of him, god no never him. I feared myself, would I be able to withstand all he would do? could I show him just how much I loved serving him? Would my body betray me by being weak? I feared my weakness for him. Every touch of his drove me wild, every thought of him sent electricity through my body.

Just then I heard a rustle, holding my breath I listen, movement behind me causes me to whimper, he was so close now, I could feel him, soon he would begin his delicious slow torture and my body would fail me, I would fail him.

The lightest touch jolts my whole body, a soft stroking of something down my arm sending shudders through me, already I am feeling dampness between my thighs making me blush. I will control myself, for him I will, I am stronger than this ,he told me I am so it must be true. Oh god ...the stroking continues down between my breasts, over my nipples causing me to gasp, oh my sweet Sir why do you do this to me? His hand is in my hair now, pulling it back as he continues to tease my skin with the soft leather feeling object. Oh he's smelling my neck, that warm breath making me weak as goosebumps raise up on my skin. The soft leather is stroking my belly now, making my muscles twitch , I hear him chuckle in my ear, deep and low. I ache to touch him, straining against my cuffs as they cut into my wrists, the torture is to much, my breathing is rapid , my heartbeat so loud in my ears I'm sure he can hear it too. The stroking has stopped, yet his warm breath is still close to my ear. I whimper wanting it back , my skin already missing the soft leather, why would he be so cruel? Would he leave me in such torture? Then he kisses my neck softly making me shudder, biting gently as I lean my head back craving more, his hand brushes down my chest , fingertips just barely skimming my nipples sending jolts between my thighs. I let out a soft moan biting my lip enjoying every moment when I feel it, a sharp flick between my legs, a stinging yet delicious pain of the soft leather making me gasp, leaning back against him as I tremble I feel it again, my god I shouldn't be liking this but I do, I love every flick against my slit , my body responding by becoming wetter, throbbing with heat. Again the sting but this time he tugs my nipple , the sensation mixing with the leather makes me cry out, he softly whispers for me to hush but how can I? How can I not respond ? My body aching for more......-PW-