Walking you into the other room I grab you by the waist and bend you over the radiator by the window sill. You steady yourself on the sill with your hands as I grope your ass and press my fingertips between your slick lips. You groan anew as I probe and stretch, raising your desire ever further.
“Please Sir,” you plead, your hips swaying and grinding in rhythm with the attention from my fingers. “If it pleases you Sir, make love to me! Take me! I am so hot and needy.”
“I told you my pet,” I respond, thrusting my fingers deep inside you, thrashing them alternately back and forth, “I am not going to do anything for you.”
As though punctuating the statement I drive my fingers to their knuckles and curl them within you. Your knees buckle as you approach orgasm and were it not for the hand holding you up, you would surely end up on the floor. Then just as suddenly I pull away leaving you gasping and desperate.
Grasping you by the arm I lead you, half walking, half stumbling to the place of your next torment.
Caption © For the Love of A Submissive, 2012