Waisted Story: Submit II
I am laid out on the couch with my hands tied with a silk tie above my head. He is standing in front of me in his boxer briefs, surveying his work with a satisfied smile. I’m also naked save for my TeMi Beads waistbeads, red heels, and a strategically placed bow. And the silk tie, of course.
It’s the way he’s staring at me. Like he’s not sure where to start. I squirm in excitement and frustration because I just want him to start somewhere. Because I’m wet and impatient for his attention. How did I get here you ask?
He had sent me another note. It came with flowers, hotel key card, and a large box that was delivered to my job. I knew I couldn’t open the box at work and I was right. The note was simple.
“Show up at 7. Wear only the items in this box - M.”
In the box was the sexiest lingerie I had ever seen in my whole life. It was all ribbons and 2 tiny bows. I wasn’t even sure how I was supposed to wear it but I wear it I must. My dominant, sexy boyfriend said so.
I had driven to the hotel with my trench coat. The only thing covered by the ribbons were my nipples. My mound had a bow. I legit looked like a wrapped gift. And that’s what I also felt like. His gift.
I open the hotel door and he was there waiting. Sitting in the same chair as last time. He was dressed in a suit and he looked so good. Like chocolate melting in your mouth good. I couldn’t wait to get him undressed. I close the door behind and took off the coat.
This time, I know to take that coat off slowly. To show my body to him inch by inch. While watching him watch my every move intently. Such a turn on. I allow him to watch me reveal his gift. I know that’s exactly how he sees me. A gift for his viewing and sexual pleasure. When the coat finally falls to the rug, I am left in ribbons, a bow, and my TeMI Beads waistbeads. That’s when he gets up.
First, the suit jacket came off. Then he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his crisp white white. I know that crispness is going to be lost soon. He walks towards me but stops halfway.
“Hello. You look absolutely stunning. I cannot wait to unravel you and take advantage of that beautiful body.”
“Hello. Thank you for my outfit.”
I take a few steps forward. Twirl for him. The ribbons cover nothing in the back so all he sees is skin, layers of waistbeads and another tiny bow.
“You look way more luscious than I imagined. Are you comfortable? Are you OK?”
This is what I love about him. He worries about how I feel and what I’m thinking. Even while he is stroking my ego and helping me understand how beautiful I truly am. I’ve learned to trust him fully and know that his pleasure also brings me pleasure.
Therefore, he can do whatever he wants. However he wants. All night long, if that’s what he wants. So I’m tied up on the bed. Watching him watch me. I can’t touch him or his evident erection becauseI would distract him from his plans.
I am close to begging. He finally reaches for the honey on a tray I had barely noticed. He flips the cap and turns the bottle upside down. I watch as it drizzles on my chest, down my abdomen, and further down. He tosses the bottle on the table. And bends over me to suck first nipple then the other. He follows the trail of the honey drizzle, paying particular attention to my sensitive areas while pulling the ribbon out of his way. By the time, he made it to the bow, I am moaning and asking for more.
He parts my legs even wider and looks up at me with a huge smile of his face.
“It’s a good thing I’m not diabetic.”
Those were the last words we both said said for a long time.
