Restraint prt 2
Written By: Mistress Cruella DeVil
Standing up and while standing up she has the scarf and the handcuffs in her hands, not showing them to him and he could not see as he was staring forward trying to focus on something to take his mind of what she was doing. Otherwise he would have taken her there and then. How could some one not be forced into responding to what was happening. Oh it took all his strength not to and he knew that if he did move he would be punished, and if this is what she could do when he was not being punished, what would the punishment be like.
Looking into his eyes she smiles and leans forward and kisses him, his hands come round to the front to put his arms around her, a natural response wanting to envelope her in his arms and feel her close to him. He feels her breasts through he material and feels the leather skirt on his skin, which makes him even harder. The feel of leather one of his favourite pleasures. Taking her in his arms he kisses her deeply and longingly, passionately and with a raging desire to take her.
She pulls away and he wonders what he has done wrong, she looks lovingly at him and smiles.
You have done nothing wrong but I am going to put this scarf over your eyes. He looks at her with a little concern; placing a hand at the side of his face she reassures him that he has nothing to fear.
Walking around him to the back she whispers in his ear for him to kneel, and as he complies with this she takes the blind and places it over his eyes. When it is secured she begins to move round to the front and tells him to lay on the floor with him facing upward. Again he does as he is told.
She stands there for a few moments not moving but being close by but not close enough for him to touch. Silently she looks down on him and sees him there blindfolded and not knowing what is happening. His erection has fallen a little but not fully, walking down to the groin area she places one of her feet on his genitals while still wearing the heels. Moving his erection slightly she places the foot part on it and the heel just above the balls and presses down with her weight enough for him to let out a moan.
Moving the foot away and walking up to the side of his body close to his chest again she puts her foot on his body just hovering over his heart. This time she presses deeper into his chest and you can see the heel digging it to the flesh and even leaving a mark. Hearing him moan out even louder she moves to his face and places her foot across his mouth and tells him he must be quiet.
She then slips the heel into his mouth and tells him to suck on the heel, he can feel the weight of the shoe on his face but he sucks as he was told, feeling his erection getting even harder. Taking the heel out of his mouth she stands with her feet either side of his head. She tells him to bring his hands to the side of his head and feel her feet and caress them still laying in the position he is in. She can feel him touching her feet and caressing them, she knows this is his passion especially seeing it as well. But she likes the idea that his eyes are forbidden to see what his hands are doing and only his imagination can visualise what he is doing. She tells him to turn over and kneel still keeping the blindfold on and tells him he must lick her feet and run his hands along the legs to the top where the stockings end.
He knows this is a pleasure he likes but would also like to see what he is doing and enjoy the sight of his Mistresses legs in the stockings. He has seen what she looks like and he keeps that vision inside his head. And the feel of the stockings and the heels is such a joy to him that he feels himself getting even stiffer. She tells him to kneel in front of her with his knees touching her feet, and that he has to sit up but to still keep the blindfold on.
She stands there for a few moments looking down at him and saying nothing just gazing down at his body, the black hair and olive skin, a little sigh comes out knowing she likes this combination in a man.
She calls �My love take your erection in to your hands and masturbate for me, so that you can come all over my shoes.�
Oh such raptures he feels and this urges him on even more, he knows it will not take much more for him to cum as she has been teasing him for too long. Rubbing back and forth he feels the erection getting to its peak and he can feel that his knees are touching her shoes. Oh how he wishes that he could see what she can see, or even from the level he is at see him self cum all over her shoes. But he knows she is doing it to show who is the one who has the control in her hands.
Rubbing even harder and faster keeping the vision he had earlier of her feet in his mind, he feels himself going to explode as though some one has sent a cannon off in his groin. He spurts over and over again, even he is not sure where this much is coming from, but he feels wonderful and completely drained. Sitting back on his heels and feeling, as though his body has been totally drained.
Kneeling down at his side she strokes his head and removes the blindfold, he squints his eyes at the light but regains his sight quickly. �And now my love lay your head in my lap for a while.�
Stroking his head in her lap she smiles a wicked smile, realising that the handcuffs were not used, but that can always be remedied.