The Conductor

Joshua didn’t know what to expect when he heard those silettos beating like drums toward him. Safiya had stripped him, blindfolded him, and tied him to a chair in the kitchen. Each step she took in those boots made his heart pulse with anticipation.

The idea came to Safiya at work like daylight over a dark horizon. She wanted to try something that she’d never done before, and when she thought of tying him up so he could not escape, she smiled. Never before had she been in complete control, and she found the notion exciting. That same smile from earlier in the day had returned to her face now that her impulse had become a reality, and she circled him as if he was pray, making sure he heard each firm click of her heels.

As she drew close to his nude body, she knelt and lightly caressed him with a feather, from his strong thighs, to his crotch, and up his broad chest. She slowly improved the feather’s path, and smiled as he stood and quietly moaned.

Tonight, shewanted to control –to conduct. After she’d bound Joshua and covered his eyes with the blindfold, she bathed, leaving him alone in the kitchen. Afterwards, Safiya watched herself in the mirror as she picked out just the right outfit for the occasion: a fishnet dress, stockings, and her new silettos. She loved how they hugged her golden legs, and how authoritative they appeared. Also, she knew that Joshua had no idea she’d purchased them, and she was anxious to see how he’d react.

When she returned to him, Joshua was hard and throbbing. His penis bucked with desire. Safiya reached around him from behind and tugged at his nipples. As she did, she bit at his neck and licked figure-eights into his olive flesh. Moaning his approval, she bit harder and withdraw her hands.

From there, Safiya’s game of torture lasted for almost two hours, and she savored every second. She derived much pleasure from her teasing. While watching Joshua, she strummed her carnation pussy and devised new ways to torment him – new ways to heighten his arousal and need for release. As soon as she settled on her method of satisfaction, she’d return to his helpless body, painting her wetness onto his skin before beginning again.

“Please,” he whispered. His desperation was urgent.

“Please what?” she witnessed against his ear, letting her soft lips embrace his lobe.

“Let me touch you.”

She slowly leaned her full lips close to his ear and breathed a cool, “Shh.”

She pressed her warm breasts against his back and felt him take a deep breath. One by one, she inserted her fingers into herself. Once they were glazed with her mood, she snaked her left hand around him and found his hard member. He groaned at the silk of her touch. A pearl of pre-cum blossomed, and Safiya dragged a fingerprint through it.

“Open your mouth,” she cooed, bringing her slick fingerprint to his lips. As he compiled, she placed it on his tongue, and he wrapped his lips aroundher digit, swallowing both their tastes.

With her finger still in his mouth, she walked around the chair and straddled Joshua’s thighs. As he continued to suck and tease her finger, she masturbated with her other hand. She began to rock her hips atop him, watching his hard-on bounce and drool for her. Safiya moaned as she fingered her clip, pushing herself closer and closer towards release.

Joshua began to stir more inevitably underneath her, and she knew that she was getting to him. Never before had she denied him the ability to touch her, to voluntarily taste and delve into her wetness. She had refused to cave in to his longing, and she had a front row seat as it drove him wild.

Safiya could feel herself approaching her summit, and she began to rub herself faster. She could not stifle her moans as she fingered herself and felt her boyfriend’s body mistake under her.

Finally, she peaked, crying out and convulsing on Joshua. She withdraw her finger from his lipsand drawn both arms on his shoulders to brace herself. She could feel Joshua tension, and watched him groan and spray several heavy globs of his thick milk onto the both of them. While she trembled, she paid special attention to him – the sound of his ragged breathing and his body yearning to be free of the restraints.

When she came down from her high, she grinned. Tonight, his hands, the ones that she loved so much, Did not touch her skin. Tonight, she was in control, and she revealed in the fact that she could make him cum by simply using her password and her imagination.

As she stood and walked to find a washcloth, she looked down at his cum that had specked her stomach and crotch. She smiled at the sound of her silettos on the hardwood floor and glanced back at her love, still bound in the chair, still helpless, still at her mercy, and the sight satisfied Safiya in a way that she had never known.