Feast for my eyes
I receive my message, instructing me to silently enter the house. She doesn’t know I am coming tonight. I slip quietly through the unlocked front door and gently click it closed behind me. As agreed, I retrieve the glass of ice from the kitchen, our scapegoat for why he needed to leave the room. I wait outside the bedroom door, straining to hear for movement, to hear her deep breaths. I can hear the last of a succession of stings, I guess from the crop as I can hear a faint whoosh before the snap across her followed by her breath draw in. I feel myself swell with anticipation as I listen. Not only am I excited by the prospect of my getting what I have been aching for, but by her complete unawareness. The door creaks as he opens it to meet me in the hall. Through the crack of the door, I can see her. Well a fraction of her, pinned to the cross. A grin splits my face and it takes all I have to compose myself. He takes the glass from my left hand and silently places it the doorway of the bedroom. In my right hand I hold my collar and my own length of rope. He whispers in my ear that I am a good girl for being prepared, and to remember, not a sound. He takes my collar and feeds it around my throat, signifying his ownership for the evening. Then with a few quick loops binds my wrists behind my back. I know I'm not allowed to touch myself tonight. He takes the lead from my collar and drags me into the room, closing the door behind us. I tiptoe as quiet as I can as she lifts her resting head towards the sound of the door click shut. He tugs down towards the floor indicating I am to take my place kneeling against the door where I have a clean view of what is to ensue. Now that I am still, I can take her all in. She faces towards me, blindfolded. Arms outstretched reaching the top points of the cross. Bound at the wrists and elbows, not allowing for any movement away from the cross. She still wears her bra, but no underwear. A quick scan of the room shows that they have already been removed. Her legs gently pressed against each other, not tense, but not weak yet either, she shifts her weight ever so slightly from one semi bent knee to the next. Her breath steady, yet shallow. I watch as he approaches her, moving just close enough for her to feel his presence, her mouth searching out his direction. I hadn't noticed he had picked up the glass of ice, possibly as my attention was focused on the feast for my eyes laid out before me. Taking one of the cool cubes from the glass, he holds it above her breasts, letting the cold drops splash across her skin. Her surprise caught in her breath. As the cube touches down just below her clavicle she melts as fast as the cube does as it works to cool her hot skin. Running the melting cube across her breasts and up around her neck up to her lips where she eagerly laps up to cool drops to moisten her mouth dry from her gaping breaths. He kisses her, using the heat of his own mouth to melt the ice into a puddle on her tongue, breaking away without warning and I watch as her lips trail the air where his mouth one was. Another cube is ran across her mid section, starting at the left rib, just under her breast. This one makes her audibly gasp as she jerks her body away from it. Noting the allowance of movement, he puts the glass down and slides his dripping hands down over her waist, hips, thighs down to her ankles. Gripping them, he forces them apart to meet the bottom points of the cross, quickly binding them to the posts. I am fascinated as I watch, his methodical concentration countered by her now ragged breath as she pulls against her wrist ties in a fruitless effort to gain some control over her position. Running his hands back up the insides of her legs gives her a quick tease as he passes on his way back up to kiss her wanting mouth. He steps away and picks up both the crop and flogger, holding them out to show me, a cheeky grin slides across my face as I realise he's indicating for me to chose which he should use. I know she likes the flogger best so I tilt my head towards the crop. He knows this too and a small knowing smile slips from his lips, undoubtedly thrilled with my joining him down that delicious thought pattern. I intently watch as he drags the tip of it across her chest, down between her breasts, pausing for a minute in the dip below her ribcage. I watch the tiny movement as she braces her core expecting impact as he quickly pulls it from her skin, but does not swing. I notice my unconscious movement of my fingers as I hold my breath also awaiting the impact. Instead he replaces the crop back gently in the same spot, causing her to jump from the expectation of pain. I can feel myself swell at the thought and I silently question myself for asking to be excluded from the deliciousness unfolding in front of me. In quick succession he lands 4 hits to her outer thighs, 2 on the left 1 on the right and the final back on the left. She breathes through them. He takes a handful of the hair at the nape of her neck tipping her head up to meet his and whispers ‘good girl’ into her mouth. I see her visibly relax under the weight of his words. Placing the crop down to rest he takes her magic wand and places it between her spread open legs. As it buzzes to life she lets out a moan the instant it touches her. He asks her if she has been a good enough girl to receive the reward of relief. ‘Yes’ she gasps between whimpers as she tries to contain the impeding orgasm. He looks to me, the question in his eyes. I nod yes and he allows her to let go. Her body bucks against the cross, her hips and torso allow for small movement, but having her limbs spread I watch her unable to absorb the rush and she cries out. This cycle goes on for a few more minutes, I lose count on her behalf as I begin to imagine myself in the situation. I press my knees together, on one part to restrict the blood flow to my own groin and in part, likely just because I still could and can imagine the relief of containing the orgasms. He switches off the wand and the room is quiet. Her panting breaths carving their path through the silence. Her head bowed as she reels in the wake of such delight. He releases the binds around her ankles and she repositions her feet to beneath her, allowing her bones to now take the load as she recovers. He releases her elbows and unshackled the ropes from the cross, leaving them around her wrists. As her arms drop to her sides, she is slack, leaning against the cross now as opposed to strapped to it. He takes each of her bound wrists and knots them together in front of her, guiding her to the edge of the bed and instruction her to lay across the bed face down. He takes the long tails of the ropes and fastens them to the other side of the bed, stretching her now weak arms out in front of her. Returning back around behind her he slide the length of himself inside of her. I silently suck on my lip piercing, watching her push back against him in an effort to impale herself on him, the pull of her wrists inhibiting her from reaching her desired depth. In response, he pumps furiously into her as she wriggles around him in ecstasy. He flips her onto her back, her arms now stretched above her head, her knees bent, hanging over the edge of the bed. He takes his fingers and dips them into her as he brings her towards another orgasm. He gestures for me to join him at the edge of the bed. I struggle to my feet and tiptoe over to stand beside him. Whispering into my ear, he tells me to taste her. He helps me back down to my knees, I eagerly prepare to dive in when he holds his hand around my throat indicating to wait. He moves around to the other side of the bed and crawls up to perch over her waiting mouth, circling her lips with his length, he tells her he has a surprise for her. As he feeds himself into her mouth, nods to me allowing me to indulge myself. The instant that my tongue reaches her clit, she is aware of my company and wraps her legs around my arms and back pulling me closer to her, not having my hands free to pull myself back up, my own pleasure sounds are stifled by her, as I bring her to another orgasm, finally this one on my account. He removes her blindfold and allows her to lift her head to see me. A satisfied smirk spreads across her face and she purrs Hi. I grin like an idiot and greet them both Hi, relishing in the ability to use my voice again. He asks me if I have enjoyed the show and I eagerly nod yes. “would you like to join in now?” Yes.
