The Confession (Part 3)
With “John” pinned to the bed, I lean over him and kiss him…not quite sure why, but it seemed the thing to do at the time. When our lips part, I whisper to him that I want to get some “toys” for us, so we can play. He nods his head in agreement. I step into the bathroom where all my play things await. I have them stashed in what looks like a doctor bag. I glance into the bag checking to be sure all things are in their proper place. Tape, cloth rags, a small bottle of chloroform…just in case, and knives…lots of very sharp knives. I head back to my victim with the bag in hand. Time to play!
I set the bag on the floor next to the bed and go over to close the drapes and the door to the bedroom. It suddenly gets dark, but I flip the light on to brighten the room. I want him to see…to see everything! I go back over to the bed and sit down next to him with the bag at my feet. John can’t reach for me, but I can tell he would love to do so. I can read the question on his face. He is wondering, “what’s next?”
I lean over him and press my lips to his and he closes his eyes. I use this chance to silently slip one of the knives from the bag and place it just under the blanket next to me. He never sees. When I break the kiss, he opens his eyes…that stupid smile still on his face. Now is time for fun!
I smile at him and move closer to him. Then suddenly, I climb on top of him, straddling his waist. He has his shirt tucked in so I pull it out rather roughly. With one quick movement, I rip the shirt open and the buttons fly in all directions. The look on his face is priceless. I smile as I run my hands up and down his chest. The hair on his chest feels good between my fingers. Nice…very nice. He likes this. I can feel him stir beneath me, so I move my hips just a bit. A small moan escapes his lips.
I like this control I have over him very much. I reach down to the hem of my dress and pull it over my head. I toss the dress on the floor and sit nice and tall on him so he can admire my bare breasts in front of him. His smile is only slight by now, but his eyes say it all.
As I once again feel him stir beneath me, I lean over him. My breasts press on his hair covered chest so I press them down on him a little bit harder. As my face reaches his, he smiles at me. I hungrily kiss him pressing even further down on him with my body. I can tell he would love to put his hands on me, but the cuffs prevent him from that pleasure. I am in control of his pleasure and of his pain.
I run my fingers up and down his arms as I continue to hungrily kiss him. I stop suddenly and sit up on him, my chest heaving as I catch my breath. I watch him admire my breasts up and down movement and I see him lick his lips in anticipation. I cup them in my hands and lean them toward his face. I tease his lips with them, but as his tongue tries to reach, I move them just outside his reach. He does seem rather hungry; I think and smile to myself. I rub them over his face as he turns his head from side to side in a useless effort to capture one in his mouth. I wonder to myself if I am indeed driving him mad. TO BE CONTINUED
