Tied up, gagged, splayed out on the bed. Exactly how he planned. He had played this out only a few times, but each time had proved successful so far. He had full confidence that his patience would be rewarded on this occasion.

He watched the woman writhe on the bed hopelessly pulling at the ropes.

“Keep still. Relax. Deep breaths. Not yet… Not yet,” he whispered. Her body caved in response to his voice and went limp. She knew it was hopeless wasting her energy in this way.

He had been prepping her for hours. Strolling around her vicinity, stroking her bed sheets, close enough for her to feel the warmth of his skin, but not quite close enough to touch. Quietly saying dirty words in her ear, near enough for his scent to invigorate her senses, tease her and make her crave him more and more.

Watching her nipples harden and her pussy glisten in anticipation, only for him to disappear out of view and for her to lay back, alone with her own thoughts and imagination, frustration building throughout her body.

His mission was to help her. Not only her, but countless women who were out there struggling to achieve orgasm. This poor individual had never cum, not even by her own doing. She had tried everything. A multitude of toys, an array of people to fuck, men and women. Nothing worked. Which is why she had come to him. He was her last resort.

It was his mission in life. His true purpose. Cultivating a connection with them until they caved and yielded. He believed orgasms were connected with the mind. Currently all her mind could think about was release. Sweet release.

This occasion when he came into the room, his face was serious with intent. Time to reap his reward. His long hard work was about to pay off. She was ready.

“It's time,” he whispered, staring into her desperate deep brown eyes. Grunts of excitement came from her gagged mouth. Her anticipation was plain to see.

“Shhh,” he said, stroking her face slowly. He smoothed her hair back and looked into her eyes. They pleaded with him. Desperate. Needy. He kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth. She kissed him hard back, her tongue searching for his, her lust for him blatant.

He stroked the skin on her neck, his fingers moving delicately downwards, shoulders, breasts, tummy, thighs. Goosebumps appeared on her soft supple skin. Her breathing had become erratic. He stopped at her inner thighs and ran his fingers upwards slightly towards her eager cunt. He watched as the wetness poured out of her, her pretty little pussy glistening in the light. This was going to be easier than he thought.

He slid one hand along her inner thigh, stroked a finger underneath her labia and collected her product. He rubbed in between her lips and smiled as she bucked her hips upwards. She whimpered through the gag. Gently, his finger nestled on her clit. She responded immediately by moaning in pleasure. He made little circles, the wetness making it easy to glide his finger round and round. She shuddered in ecstasy.

“Good girl. That's what I want to see,” he said, tracing two fingers downwards and sliding them straight into her silky soft slit. She groaned once more as gently, he eased his fingers in and out, the sounds of her slickness reverberating around the room. He curled his fingers upwards and massaged gently, hearing her groans increase in intensity. Her walls loosened up as he worked, allowing him to delve further.

He kept going, easing the pace slowly and looking directly into her desperate eyes. She was fully in the moment with him. Connected. Present. Open.

“Such a good girl. Keep going,” he said, getting on his knees, lifting her leg up with his other free hand and slipping his tongue deep inside her. He licked in circles, his tongue brushing her lips inside and out, flicking her clit in a rhythmical motion. She moaned through the gag, pulling the ropes and gyrating her hips. It was coming. He could sense it.

All at once she was quiet and the only sounds were his tongue lapping against her soaking wet pussy, the steady rhythm of him penetrating her wetness echoing the walls of the room.

She was at that point. That point of time of ecstasy building, the pleasure reaching its peak. He had to concentrate.

He worked on the spot. Her spot. She tensed up. Her hips bucked upwards and she let out a deep guttural moan. He felt her walls fluttering on his fingers as her release finally came. She rotated her hips up and down as her orgasm lingered, pulling at the ropes as the feeling took over her body.

He watched her face closely. Her eyes rolled back and her face flushed as she orgasmed. He climbed onto the bed and released her gag in time to hear the final moans of enjoyment from her orgasm.

“Good girl. You did it. Your first orgasm,” he said with a sly smile. He stroked her hair again and kissed her head, a reminder of the connection they had developed. “How do you feel?” He asked.

The woman stared at him breathless. Her face had a look of awe. A sheen of sweat glistened on her face. She took a few seconds to compose herself. The first words that she uttered in hours were unexpected.

“Put the gag back on,” she commanded, almost in a possessed tone. She lay her head back down. The change in demeanour was clear. This was a woman who knew what she wanted. Now she had had a taste, she needed more. Demanded more.

The woman spread her legs as wide as the ropes would let her. Her pussy looked perfect. Wet. Swollen. Inviting. She was ripe and ready.

The power was his no more, it belonged to her. The ropes meant nothing. She was in control.

He was at her mercy now.