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HIS TOY

This is for you.

You are watching me.  You are watching my every move.

You watch as I run my hand over the leather harness you helped me strap to my body.  You wanted me to wear it.  I wanted to please you.  I always want to please you.

You have noticed the words on my body.  I wrote those.  They were not there when you dressed me.  I added them while you waited, patiently in this room for me to arrive.  Yes, I am ‘Sir’s Toy’.  Your toy.  You are to do with me as you please.

You know I have always been a natural giver.  I have always tended to do what I am told and follow the orders of others.  If someone asks me to do something, I do it.  If I am asked to get something, I get it. If there is no tea, milk, bread, booze, I buy them.

I’m the same when it comes to sex. I am also a giver rather than the receiver.  I guess it just comes naturally to me.  I give; someone else receives.   They ask for a hand job, I give it to them.  They ask me to adopt a position they want, and I adopt it. And that is true for you, I would do anything you ask me to do. You want to take me from behind – you go and take me.  You ask me to take your come in my mouth, I take it.

You watch as I run my fingers over the leather straps, held tight against my body. I lick my finger as you sometimes ask me to, and rub my nipple until it hardens.  You like it when my nipples become erect.  That’s when you sometimes bite them.  That’s why I added the word. The hardening process mirrors that of your cock and I can see that yours is beginning to awaken from its soft slumber.  It’s stiffening.  I saw it when you didn’t think I was looking.  You didn’t tell me not to take a peek at you, did you?

You know me better than anyone else.  You get me even more than my lover before you.  She knew how my body worked like no-one else.  She was masterful with a dildo.  She could make me come again and again.  But she didn’t understand my mind as well as you do.  She didn’t dictate the moves as firmly and precisely as you.

You are telling me to rub my clit. Not that you need say anything,  Your eyes tell me to. Very slowly I touch it.  I can sense that you want me to touch my breasts again and stroke them.  And then your unspoken command directs me back to my clit again.

You are making me tease myself, and by teasing myself I am also teasing you.  You want me to come and take you, but you also want me to hold off.  Well I am certainly going to do that.  I wrote ‘Fuck me’, but the irony is that you are not fucking me right now.  You are too far away.  And the holding off turns you on.  Your cock twitches as you watch me, and you shut your eyes absorbing the pleasure that you, me, we are giving each other.  I can see a bubble of pre-cum on your glands – proof that this is every bit as good for you as it is for me.

You sensed I needed to be dominated pretty soon after we met.  I don’t know how but you kinda read it in me.  It was probably after three or four fucks that you suggested that I dressed in leather.  We started with tight leather trousers.  Then came a quarter cup bra and briefs to match.  Then the thigh boots.  And now this harness and bondage set. You chose it.  I bought it. We both adore it.

You know I like being restrained.  I like the way the harness holds me tight and squeezes my breasts.  Most of all I like the way it centres on my pussy, whose lips peak out of the leather straps on my groin.

You also shackled my ankles.  They are part of this bondage set. There are some matching handcuffs and gag, too.  I like it when my movements are limited.  I cannot move freely.  The more I am constrained the greater the intensity of touch. So my linked legs add further to my pleasure. And to your pleasure, too.

You are now gazing at the paddle.  I pick it up.  You love to spank my arse with it.  We love to use it on my pussy.  I tap my inner thigh, just as you sometimes do. And then, oh so gently, I lightly slap my cunt until it starts to tingle.

Your look tells me that I am now ready.  I put the paddle aside.  It has served its purpose.  I am now ready for penetration.  But not by you.  Not now.  Normally you would tell me what to do as we make love.  You would tell me to lick the underside of your cock. Or to take me from behind.  Or to hold my nipple in your mouth.  Or to rub my clit as you lick it.  But today you are silent.  Today, for once, it up to me.  But the silence – your silence – commands.

I can feel you inside me now.  Though it is my fingers doing the thrusting, in my mind it is your cock. It is thrusting hard and rhythmically.  Your thick cock is rubbing against my tightening cunt.  I am working hard on my clit and even though my eyes are closed to your gaze, I can sense you are hardening even more.

I am close.  You are close. I take a quick look and see a line of your own lube dangling from the tip of your prick.  You are desperate to have me.  To enter me, through that slit in the leather straps.  To feel the rub of leather either side of my lips and on both sides of your shaft.

I cum as I think of it.  The intensity shakes me.  I ride it, enjoying it.  Almost milking it.  It is not big; a small one.  Hors d’ourvres.  There will be others later. But you have not cum.  That’s because I haven’t let you.  You sit staring at me, I am sure, even though my eyes are closed.  I am still enjoying the after quakes of my cum.  And I will enjoy yours, but not for a while.

You are surprised.  I can sense it through my closed eyes.  This isn’t the usual narrative.  The path to our orgasms is usually your journey.  You lead, I follow dutifully.  Now you are expecting me to satiate you.  And while I have always liked to follow, today I have lead the way.  I have cum first.  And though I am all trussed up ready to be shackled, it is you who are the one who is really restrained.  My ankles may be shackled, but it is you whose hands are cuffed: tied behind your back, fixing you to a chair.  It is you who has the gag on and it is you who are being controlled by me.

Yes, my dear, I can switch. While I usually play the sub, today I am the dom and I have rather liked it so far.  You didn’t expect your restraints to be in place for more than a minute or two, did you?  You thought it was just a part of the opening act, not the main performance.  You thought that my self-pleasuring was for you.  Well in a way, of course, it was.  But it was also for me.  I was in control and I decided just how much to cum.  And it was a good, light cum.  But I have saved a lot more for later. So now I need to think about what I am going to do next.  Now I need to decide what I am going to get you to do for me.  How I am going to command you to satisfy me.  That’s because, my love, I am now the master.

Your cock jerks, anticipating me waking up from my post-orgasm rest.  And when I open my eyes I will see it.  I will see it pulsing with desire.  I will see your eyes, intense – almost in agony – needing the release of a fuck.  But it is not going to happen for a while.  Oh, no.  I want to do so much with you first.  And I am going to start by observing the tiniest twitch in your body, arms, legs and cock.

I will watch you.  I will watch your every move.

Because this is really for me.

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