As I walk into my bedroom room I get a burning thrill from the thought of what I imagine you will do to me tonight. As I move the cotton and silks that restrain me, they caress my already taut nipples and I shiver in anticipation of the things to come. As I gaze around in expectation- searching out your presence, I see my toys are arraigned; straps in place, candles lit and music wafting in my general direction in tune with my own desire. They draw me --- no seduce me -- to the corner of my room where I expect you to be standing and waiting for me.

Then the rustle of my fabric signals my instinct to turn, you are so heavy in my thoughts I half imagine I will see you there behind me. But nothing else exists other than my passion and the fantasy-possession of my willing body. I think I must get ready for soon you will be here. First I must remove each article of clothing that I wear, but it must be slowly, as if is an erotic dance --- and as I begin I deliberately move to the beat of the playing music. 

Now standing there, with all restraint gone and waiting for you, I place the collar you gave me on my neck and as I clasp it I sense your breath on my face and I imagine the smell of excitement in the air. The memory of your sex is intoxicating.

I must continue and so I rough my wrists up with my own two hands and I feel the burn of your love. These wrist cuffs make it feel dangerous --- forbidden. They will allow you control of my thrashing as you ravage my body later when I am ready for you and now I am clenching my teeth to keep my passion under control.

But I must hurry, for I know that soon you will be here, and I move to my bed sensing that you have been there so many times before playing me as you to so well. I sit down and then move to the center just where I know you want me to be. I spread my legs wide and cinch the ankle straps tight. Then I reach down and pick up the straps that are fastened to the bed posts and I connect one clasp to each ankle so my legs are now tied to the bed to keep me from resisting your will. I am now immobilized from the waist down, and now I am also dripping wet with my heat. I can smell it, and it excites me further to realize that you will be aroused by it when you arrive. 

Next I insert the thin set of vibrating (anal) pleasure beads I think about how small this is compared to your member and smile with the thought that I will not cheat you now even as I pleasure myself to your memory. I remember the rules. You, master, are my largest possession. When you fill me I should be stretched to my limit, feeling as if I could not take another inch. Nothing else can be thicker, or longer, I will not desire anything else, as you are the most I could handle or want --- and want you I do!

I allow it to tremble slightly and as it works its magic I reach for the fat bird I favor so highly. It is just below you in girth and length, and --having had you approve of it-- after careful consideration, it is the closest I can honestly get away with and still be able to walk the next day. I tremble with excitement but yet as much as I love it, it is not you, Master. I gently lubricate the head and shaft and then rub a little on the hummingbird clitoral stimulator for good measure. I gently rub the toy across my slit, picturing you teasing me in just the same fashion with your erection --- I want so badly to look up and beg you for it, but I dare not or my spell will be broken. 

An unexpected breeze runs across my form and my nipples re-harden. Was that you entering? I am hoping it was, with that thought my nipples are brought to full hardness. It is time to cover them in the tingly nipple balm I bought just for this occasion. Allowing the fat bird to rest, much as you do during this moment, I release my hold on it and grab the container. I am so riled up that my hands shake, and as I distribute the potion to each aureole I feel the delicious sensation of a thousand tongues licking, a million tiny mouths nipping at the sensitive skin.

Now all is in place it is time.

The beat of the music in the room travels faster and faster entering mind just as my blood courses to the building passion in my veins. I have become a symphony of reactions beyond my control:

Moaning --- Bucking --- Glistening --- Gripping

I am one white ball of heat, scalding to the touch but oh-so inviting. I throw myself back on the bed, arching my back as and orgasm penetrates me. Then that breeze comes again and drifts past my cheek, it is your breath that I can feel?

Are you here, my dear Master? Did I cum to quickly? 

I panic for a moment, but no, you have trained me well and I know there is so much more. I insert the bird, and, as my still hot pussy opens to take it in, I start the motor. Your girl relaxes and allows entrance, as I change the speed on my toys up one more notch. I can feel the guttural growl deep within me start. I try to repress it so I can hear your next words. 

"Are you ready princess? I am going to break you in yet!"

The bird enters all the way and I change the speeds again, this time up nearly all the way. Now I release them both as they now have a life of their own. Shaking me up and throwing me around like a puppet. I resist the bindings as I try to close my legs and it feels like you are pinning my legs beneath your own. I bite my lip and have a slight taste of iron tease my tongue.

Knowing I am almost out of control, I connect my own wrist bindings behind me and remember the burn that you gave me when you showed me how as I throw myself back on the bed again. Now I am spinning out of control and as I gush the bird slides out, as if you have taken him out of me with your own hand--or did you? Momentarily, I loose myself in the plethora of sensations as the high builds I scream out Master take me! Then nothing its as if I fell into sleep the pleasure was so intense --- the little death.. The bird, still humming, shifts and awakens me from my revere.

You are gone now --- but you have left me complete and oh so satisfied my Master.

Later as I finish cooling down I unbind myself, I take the tools of this trade out and clean them - all the while dreaming of the next time you will come to me in the night. As I ready for bed I keep the collar on as a reminder of what you give me when you are here. 

I will sleep well tonight.