Laura lay atop the bed, spread eagle and stark naked. Her hands and wrists were fastened securely to the posts of the bed with rope not coarse enough to hurt her, but coarse enough to enjoy. Usually she was gagged and blindfolded but in addition, her husband had suggested nose and ear plugs in what she, for now, deemed a successful attempt at near-sensual deprivation. All she wanted to feel was his touch.

She was unsure how long she'd been restrained for. She remembers that as the last earplug went in her right ear, her husband whispered that he'd be back soon and that upon his return, she had to shout behind her gag when she was going to cum. That made her happy, the prospect of the eventual orgasm, she began to grow wet with anticipation. Since then, she's been suspended in silence. She may even have fallen asleep with one point, she wasn't sure. A lack of other senses allowed her imagination to become vivid, so she may even have dreamt for a brief period. And dream she did, of all the things she wanted, all the things she needed, to be done to her.

Her imagination must have been running wild as she didn't initially feel the light touch of a feather caressing the sole of her right foot. It made her jump, or what she could muster of a jump in her bindings, closer to a shake of the knee. She smiled internally, mouth pried open by the gag. The touch slowly began to work its way over her ankle, past her knee and up her inner thigh, stopping a few inches before the right side of her labia. The sensation was then mirrored on her left leg, with the exact same stop the exact same distance from her lower lips. She moved her hips up into the air, as if to plead for something to fill her. She felt a finger trace from the bottom of her slit to the top causing her to shudder all over. The finger rubbed her juices on her shaven mound which was then followed by warm breath from a distance, causing that particular patch of skin to go cold.

A few seconds passed before the feather returned, this time a few inches above her swelling clit. It travelled slowly up over her stomach, weaving around her bellybutton and eventually stopping between her breasts. In contrast to the gentle touches she'd become accustomed to, she suddenly felt a sharpness on each of her nipples. Not the pinch of fingers, but a cold sharpness. She'd forgotten about the nipple clamps she'd purchased since their last session, and realising they were now in use was making her wetter. She felt a simultaneous tug a few times at each nipple before the thin soft rope that connected the clamps fell onto her tits. Her blond fringe was then pushed to the side before she felt a soft kiss of familiar lips on her forehead, she could even feel them form a smile on her skin. The hand brushed one side of her face with the back of its fingers before it's departure.

She figured around a minute or so passed before she felt anything new. She had laid there dripping with excitement, she could faintly feel her juices running down her asscheeks, she'd probably begun to form a small puddle on the bed. The new feeling was nothing direct, more of a sense. A sense that a weight had set upon the mattress as she felt it dip between her open legs. She tried to push her hips forward as much as possible, trying to have as little time pass between now and having his cock inside her.

Though first she felt a hand slip under each thigh, slowly moving up to squeeze each cheek on her ass. Next was a kiss, firmer than before at her bellybutton. She could even feel his stubble scraping across her stomach, in the best way possible. The stubble of his chain remained in contact with her skin as the kisses were separated by about an inch at a time, before stopping at her clit. As she realised she wasn't getting a kiss there, she threw her hips as high as they could go as if to beg for contact. This action was met by firm hands atop her thighs, pressing her lower half back into the bed. She almost thought she heard him laugh through the earplugs.

After mere seconds that felt eternal, there it was. The most gentle kiss her clit as ever received. She tried to recoil in pleasure, only to be stopped completely by her restraints, she felt the creak of the wooden bedposts in response to her attempts at moving. The gentle kiss was followed by another, each progressively getting more firm than the last. She was almost certain she was going to cum just from this, but she wanted to savour this moment as long as possible. The tongue she then felt make it's way over her nearly sent her over the edge. Just one stroke his tongue and she was close to giving him the signal. The way her tied body contorted was a likely indication to him to slow down, he could probably tell that she was close, she at least wanted to hold off until he could fill her up with his cock.

A second lick of the tongue was quickly followed by a third, then a fourth. Each slowly getting faster with each up and down motion, occasionally making a circle with the tip. He knew exactly how she liked it, she was completely under his control. Her moans escaped through the airholes in the ball gag, occasionally a hand would leave her hip to tug at the rope connecting her nipples. Every time he did this, her hips bucked violently. She could feel her sopping pussy starting to pulsate. Laura couldn't help herself, she wasn't going to get what she wanted. What she needed. The tongue movements had changed to what she referred to as a finisher, clockwise swirls with a lot of pressure. Her moans were replaced with short breaths as she felt the stretched muscles in her limbs and torso tense up. She tried to make some kind of noise, a signal, that she was close. She had no idea if what she said sounded like words, but as soon as she interrupted her short breaths with an attempt at speech, she could feel no kind of touch down below. Her hips flailed uncontrollably, looking for something, anything. Even a light breeze would have finished her off at this point. Her cunt grabbed at the air, desperate for attention, an insertion of any kind. She tried to yell, to no avail. There was nothing to finish her off, nothing to complete her experience or fulfill the only sense she had left. She writhed in pleasure & agony on the bed before giving up, had he left her alone? She felt this was borderline cruelty, but it made her want it even more.

Then something hit her stomach. A droplet that quickly began to feel like a glob. It was warm and thick, mostly staying at one place on her skin before slowly oozing down her side. It was quickly followed by another, and another. Each glob made her twitch in pleasure, her abdomen tensing in order to try and keep it there. She knew that'd he'd cum on her, and she didn't want it to stop. She felt his familiar fingers spread it partway up her stomach, a small amount reaching her breasts. He knew she'd love it too much if he came on her tits, he knew it was her favourite.

She was relieved of the clamps and for the first time in what could have been hours, she was allowed one of her senses again. The right ear plug was removed and she moaned behind her gag as the sound of her clock ticking filled her ear. She felt warmth on her ear as his mouth drew closer before making her the same promise as he did before. "I'll be back soon, let me know when you're going to cum." Without a chance to respond she was deafened again before receiving the same smiling kiss on her forehead. After waiting long enough for the seed on her stomach to turn cold, she knew he was gone, and had no idea when he was going to be back.