Leaving Her (Almost Untouched)

“What are you going to do to me, Sir?” she asked as I finished securing the nylon strap to her left wrist. She was bound to the bed, nylon straps going from each wrist to opposite ends of the headboard, a separate set of nylon straps attached to each ankle and going to the legs of the bed. They were pulled tight – tighter than I normally restrain would restrain her, leaving her with little ability to move her limbs.

I had restrained her like this before, but there were several few new additions this time around. A leather belt had been secured around her waist, and it was similarly fastened to the bed, preventing her from even arching her back or wiggling from side to side on the bed. The belt included loops that went around her upper thighs, similarly preventing her from moving her pelvis.

She was not naked – not quite. She was wearing a corset, the top lovingly squeezing her breasts high, her nipples just poking out over the top of the corset. A pair lace panties on, one with an open gusset, covered her nethers, while still allowing me access to her pussy should I so desire. Thigh-high stockings encased her legs, the nylon sheathes giving a smoothness to her calves and thighs, allowing me to easily slide my hand up from her ankle to within bare inches of the exposed flesh of her upper thighs. Finally, there was a satin choker around her neck – not quite a collar, but still a token of her surrender to me.

“You shall see, pet. You shall see.”

I stepped back to admire my handiwork and her loveliness. I consider myself blessed to have such a beautiful and sexy pet. I appreciated every inch of her body, from those attributes which would be unquestioningly considered an asset by anyone who viewed her, to those which small-minded fools might call imperfections. I found no imperfections in her at all. She was exactly as she should be, each element a part of the equation that makes her who she was. A word from her lips, the right look from her eyes, either of those was enough to make me hard, to make me want her. Having her here before me, completely surrendered to my will, giving her trust, her lust, her desire all over to me, putting herself in my hands, it was all enough to make my cock rampant enough to threaten to tear through my jeans.

She cast her gaze downwards, examining how effectively she was trussed up, giving some slight tugs at the restraints to test the limits of her movement, discovering that she was rather more significantly restricted than she was used to. Her eyes came back up to look at me, and for a moment I was lost in the deep brown pools I saw within. “No blindfold?” she asked, cocking an eyebrow at me.

“Not today, no. Right now, I want you to see everything. I want you to be able to view with your eyes, smell with your nose, and hear with your ears. No, what I am interested in playing with today? Is restricting your ability to touch.”

Her eyes widened at that. “Sir?” she asked, confusion evident in her voice.

Deftly, my hands went to my shirt and I began to unbutton it, revealing my bare chest to her. I knew how she enjoyed viewing the hair that covers my chest, seeing the broad expanse of my chest, the width of my shoulders. I crawled onto the bed, kneeling between her open thighs, giving her an unobstructed view of my disrobing.

“We’ve gone far too long apart, pet. We’ve been able to talk, to video chat, to send messages through text and voice, even the occasional photo. Almost everything has been possible for us to share except for touching one another.”

“Yes…”

“If we could go several months without touching, what’s a little longer?” I asked with a smile as I slid the now unbuttoned shirt off my shoulders.

I lowered myself down to be directly above her, supporting myself on my elbows, a few inches all that separates us from being pressed against one another. The wiry hairs on my chest are just out of reach of touching the delicate skin of her upper breasts. Our heads are close enough that we could easily kiss.

“Can you feel me, pet? Can you feel the heat coming off my body? How do you feel, knowing that my desire for you is so intense as to create physical warmth?”

“Yesssssss,” she hissed as she tried to arch her back, to press herself to me, but I held myself just out of reach. Her head lifted up, lips seeking mine, but I drew back at the same time, preventing our mouths from touching as I looked her in the eyes.

“Patience, pet. Or I shall make you wait even longer.”

Her head flopped back onto the pillow, red hair splaying against the pillowcase, a slight pout on her face.

“I want you, Sir. I want to feel you.”

“And I you, pet. But not. Quite. Yet.”

On my knees and elbows, I moved down so that my head was level with her neck.

I whispered “I have always loved the delicate curve of her neck, the way it invites me in, asking me to kiss it. To feel you shudder as my lips make contact. To scrape my teeth against her skin, biting into her tender flesh. To taste you…” My lips hovered millimeters from her. She had to to have been able to feel the heat and the moisture of my mouth, almost close enough to touch her… but not quite.

“Taste me sir, please.”

I chuckled as I moved away, leaving her wanting more, moving my head down so that I was level with her breasts, her nipples hard with her excitement, poking just over the edge of the black satin corset. As my mouth moved down past them, I gently blew, the air dancing over her delicate flesh, and I saw them crinkle and stiffen.

“The feel of your nipples between my lips always pleases me, pet,” I said in a voice that was barely above a whisper. “The flesh of your breasts pressed against my mouth, the way you moan as my tongue plays with those sensitive nubs…” Her breasts were modest, but they have always been perfect in my eyes. The feel of them in my hands never failed to excite me, and I was rock hard within my jeans. I wanted to continue to tease her, but for a moment, I was almost overcome with the desire to take her within my mouth.

“They are yours, sir. Do whatever you like to them.” The pleading in her voice was unmistakable. She was hungry for my touch, but still trying to maintain control.

“Don’t worry, pet. I shall.”

I slid further down, past the smooth flesh of her stomach, moving below where the leather belt encircled her waist, continuing until my head was between her thighs. Looking upwards, I could see how the gusset exposed her sex to me, the whispy hairs of her pubis poking through the opening. Her lips were plump and full with the blood of her arousal. The lips were slightly parted, slick with her juices, exposing the pink flesh within. I could see how wet and relaxed her pussy was, the muscles taught and supple, ready to gently squeeze me as I entered her. Her scent was strong, the musk intoxicating.

“Your pussy is beautiful,” I said as I looked at her womanhood. “You are so wet, so willing, so ready for me.”

“I am,” she said in a voice that was breathy with desire.

“I can see how much your pussy aches to be filled, your lips are parted, waiting to be filled.”

“Yessss,” she moaned.

My hands reached out, touching her for the first time since I had finished binding her, gripping her by the hips.

“Your clit is hard, I can see it throb with her desire. You want my fingers on it, rubbing that sensitive bundle of nerves. You want my finger inside you, exploring, probing her wet pussy, stretching you, stroking those sensitive places inside that I know so well.”

“Please, sir. Fill me.”

“You’re ready, aren’t you? Maybe you don’t even want my fingers in you? Perhaps you simply want to feel my cock filling you up. My hardness filling you. Our flesh slamming together as I pound you. Hands on your hips, guiding you as I pump into you.”

“Oh, sir, please….. Please….”

I slid my hands from her hips to the straps attached to the belt, using it to lift her hips slightly, the sudden movement tilting her pelvis, exposing the lower part of her anatomy to me.

“Your juices have gotten everywhere, pet,” I said with amusement in my voice. “Your ass is slick, and wet. I can see your other entrance, and it looks enflamed with desire as well. What if I told you that today, your ass is what I desire? That I want to feel my cock in your nether passage, that I want you to whimper and moan as I take you from the rear?” I could see a slight spasm of her anus, and I smiled. “Does the idea excite you?”

“Sir, whatever you want. Wherever you want. Use all of me – any of me. But please, I want to feel you.”

“Soon, pet,” I said as I moved back away from the beautiful sight of her exposed sex. I got up to my knees, kneeling above her.

“Do you see what you have done to me, pet?” I asked as I stroked my cock through my jeans. The bulge is evident, I was as hard as she had ever made me. “My cock aches to be inside you. I want to feel you wrapped around me, I want to hear you moan as I take you.”

I rubbed a little harder, and there was the smallest wet spot visible through my jeans. “Do you see that?” I asked, pointing to the darker fabric. “That is because of you. That is because I want you so badly, that my cock is leaking with desire. Do you want to see?”

“Yes, sir. I do.”

I unbuttoned my jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper. The black fabric of my boxers was visible to her now, and the wet spot was larger from where the fabric of my underwear absorbed it before it permeated the denim of my pants. I slid the jeans down over my hips and past my thighs, so that all that separated my cock from her gaze was the thin cotton of my underclothing. I peeled them the rest of the way down, and then walked forward on my knees, straddling her, being very careful to keep my thighs wide enough to not touch, and to stay high enough that she did not feel my weight on her.

I moved forward until there were only a few inches between her face and my crotch.

“Can you see me?” I asked. “Do you see how ready I am for you? How hard you have made me? Can you make out the thickness and length of my shaft through the thin material? Can you see how heavy my balls are with cum, filled with desire for you?”

“I can sir,” she said. Her voice was husky with her own need. “I want you in my mouth, I want to taste you, I want you to fuck my throat.”

I grinned. “I want that as well, pet. But we’re not touching. Not yet, at least.” She pouted. “But do you want to see more?”

“Please?” she asked.

I gripped the elastic waistband, and pulled it down over my hips. My cock sprung forward, hard and ready, the head slick with my precum, a large translucent drop of which was gathered at the tip. I watched as she licked her lips with desire.

“I want you, Sir.”

“And I you.” I scooted back just an inch so that I remained close, but pulled back enough that she could more fully appreciate the sight. Her tongue darted out, almost trying to lick at my cock, but she caught herself, licking her lips instead. She was such a good little pet.

“Do you want to taste me?” I asked, prepared to give her a treat.

“If I can? Yes sir. Use my mouth. Let me feel you inside me.”

I chuckled, darkly. “Oh no, pet. That isn’t going to happen.”

A look of confusion crossed her face as I rose higher. “Open your mouth pet. And keep your eyes open and fixed on me.”

I straddled her face, the head of my cock level with her mouth. Her lips and teeth spread as she opened her mouth, and her tongue extended towards my cock without trying to make contact.

I took my cock in my hand, and began to slowly stroke it. As I did so, the blood continued to flow, and I got harder and more engorged. The teasing I was giving her had teased me as well, and I wanted her as badly as she wanted me. As I gave my cock long, languid strokes, the precum began to flow again, and before long, my cock was slick with my fluids. There was now enough for what I had in mind.

I pointed the head of my cock down, aiming at her mouth as if I were preparing to have her pleasure me orally, and slowly the precum pooled around the tip.

“Do you see that pet?” I asked as it gathered into a heavy drop that slowly started to descend from the head. “Your taste. It is coming for you. Slowly. Can you wait?”

“I don’t want to,” she said, her eyes fixed on her prize. “But for you? I will.”

I jacked my cock gently a few times, coaxing more fluid out, and the drop stretches the limits of the viscosity of the precum as it grew. She watched, and licked her lips, and I watched her watching. The hunger in her eyes fed my own.

Eventually, the drop grew too large, and the weight causes it to detach. It spun through the air, falling like a droplet of liquid gold, and it landed on her outstretched tongue.

“Mmmmmmhhhhh,” she moaned. “Better than I expected. I want more.”

“And I want you, pet,” I said as I pulled my underwear the rest of the way down.

“Then take me sir. Please. Oh, please. Ass. Pussy. Mouth. I don’t care. I just want you.”

I smile. What a good little pet she was.

I brought my cock forward so it touched her lips. She parted them, taking me in her mouth. I moaned in pleasure as her lips and tongue made contact with my cock, the suction sending shocks of pleasure down my cock and up my spine. I could happily let things end with this. I ached with the need to spill my seed within her. But that is not how I wished to take her, not the first time after so long apart.

As her tongue danced along the underside of my shaft, I withdrew, my cock now slick with my precum and her saliva.

“No protein shake?” she asked with a mischievous smile.

“No,” I groaned as I slid down, taking my place between her thighs. The head of my cock just parted her lips, and I felt her body opening up, preparing itself to be filled by me.

“You’re mine, pet.” I said as I slowly slid into her. “Do you understand?” Our pubic bones made contact as I finished embedding myself into her, her lips pulled tight around my shaft as I sank into her. The heavy weight of my balls pulled down, and rested against the curve of her ass, letting me feel the silkiness of her panties against me.

“I do sir. I am yours. Completely.” Her pussy squeezed me gently. “Welcome home.”

About the Author

Broken Unicorn has been a writer since he was a child, starting off writing decidedly non-erotic stories about superheroes. As he got older, he started writing erotica about superheroes, before eventually discovering his kinky side and writing about people who could live in the real world. He lives in the midwest, and is happy to live in a very full house that includes four humans and two dogs. He can be found under the profile Broken_Unicorn https://fetlife.com/users/8765084