Anticipating You

Wellll. It all started with me thinking about going to visit. But, since You have a full house there, I progressed to considering a motel type of thing and thennnn things got interesting because of the potential for privacy and anonymity and before I knew it, my imagination began to spiral…

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You make me strip naked as soon as I walk in the door, put cuffs on my wrists and ankles for easy access and then casually say “kneel”, giving me a slight push toward the middle of the room, next to a table.

I notice the bag You have left open underneath the table and try my best to hold back a whimper, small sounds escaping, despite my attempts to hold them in, as I see it is full of Your toys for me, a flogger, a crop and a bunch of things I can’t identify.

I’ve paused, distracted by the bag and You snap Your fingers, “don’t make me repeat myself little one, do as you’re told”.

Again, I attempt to hold back the gasp that occurs when the snap and Your voice make me jump. I determinedly keep going and kneel down beside the table and the partially open bag. My legs spread to shoulder width, hands resting flat on my thighs and gaze straight ahead on the corner of the bed across the room.

Kneeling, hands on thighs, eyes straight ahead, I wait for Your orders; not moving, except to breath or subtly shift for a better position and naturally, to blink. My mouth is slightly parted, sharp breaths falling out as my anticipation mixed with arousal, builds with each passing minute.

You casually move around the room, laying out various items, some of which are within my peripheral vision and I tense with excitement or nervous arousal and You pause, watching me out of the side of Your eye to make sure my pose is maintained, before continuing Your rounds.

As You walk past me to get one last item out of the bag, I draw in a sharp breath, seeing the cane that You pull out from under the edge of the bag’s zipper. You bring it up in front of me as You face sideways, across my area of view, casually flicking it in the air as if to test the weight.

I let out a squeak as the cane comes close to my thigh, sucking in a breath and trying my best not to move. You whip it again, this time making it snap just beside my breast and making me flinch, tens with the anticipation of being hit and my leg shifts, body arching slightly. You ‘tsk’ under Your breath and realizing I have moved, I slide my leg back into the same spot as before, returning to neutral.

You smirk, turn to face me and pull my chin up, forcing me to look at You.

“Having trouble with the anticipation of it all, are you girl?”

“Y..yes Sir” I answer, trying my very best not to look You in the eyes.

You release my chin and shift Your hand around to the back of my neck, spreading Your fingers and sliding up into my hair, getting a firm grip as you pull backwards.

“Well then, let’s see if we can turn that anticipation into a reality, shall we?” You release me and points to the table, saying “lean over and hold the legs.”

I take a couple breaths to steady myself and then stand up, making my way carefully over to the table and glance at You, letting a squeak loose when I glance over and Your eyebrow is raised, standing waiting for me to follow orders. I lean down, gasping as the cool surface of the table hits my nipples and tummy, reaching forward to grip the table legs and spreading my legs to match the back ones.

You move closer and reach out, tracing a finger down my spine and smirking again as I arch up against Your touch, while maintaining my grip on the table.

Reaching down under the table, You pull out four small bungee cords with small hooks on the ends. Taking one at a time from a pile that You place on the small amount of space left on the table in front of me, You slip one through the d rings on each of my cuffs and wrap the cord around the table leg, making sure its tight and secure before hooking it onto itself before moving onto each cuff and leg in turn.

I am trembling and breathing harder as each cord is looped into place. I tense and try my best to hold in moans as You drag a hand along my side, lightly tug on my hair and bite softly on my neck behind my right ear, directly over my tattoo.

As you finish up with the bungee cords, You look at me, watching me shift slightly and decide to pull out a length of rope.