She was on her back, long, blonde, hair stretching out from her head like a halo. Her eyes covered in a black velvet blindfold, her pouting lips trembling in excitement. She was nude and wrapped tightly to the futon with layers of saran wrap, like a spiders web enshrouding her.

Only her breasts and cock were free, the cold air seeming almost arctic in comparison to the heat of her body held within the plastic. She wiggled as much as she could, not in disobedience, but in excitement. Her entire body was on fire with anticipation of what would come next.

The faintest touch, just a whisper of a sensation made her moan loudly as he began to slowly tickle the base of her cock with a feather. Just the very tip of the feather touched her, so soft, it almost wasn’t even there. She had to reach out with her senses to feel it as it traced a slow lazy circle around the base.

Her cock twitched and throbbed as he teased her, never moving up the shaft, never drifting down to the balls. He was merciless in his teasing. She moaned and pleaded for him to touch her, take her, anything, just more. She wanted more of anything. But, instead, he teased on until she was nearly ready to scream. Then it stopped.

Her skin under the plastic wrap was slippery and wet with sweat. The heat of her arousal was fed back to her and she was on fire from it.