Waiting for his Goddess

The butterflies he had been feeling all morning since he had awakened were now at their most intense as he started climbing the stairs to her apartment. From the moment he started seeing her several weeks back, the anticipation of any kind of meeting with S just overwhelmed him with excitement and nervousness.

He unlocked the front door and walked in looking for his Goddess. As he made his way toward her bedroom, he found her coming out because she had heard him. Her smile never failed to melt his heart, and she looked as radiant as ever, despite the fact that she had slept in a bit and had not yet finished getting ready.

S came up to him for a kiss and a hug, which he so looked forward to every time he saw her. As she pulled away after the renewal of their physical connection, touching again after difficult hours apart from each other, she had that mischievous smile and twinkle in her eyes that he had come to recognize as a sign of her wanting to express her dominance over him.

Whether he was ready to submit to her or not, she had already decided what he was going to be doing while she finished getting ready for her day. She took him to their little dungeon area they had improvised just the day before, and told him he was wearing far too many clothes. As quickly as he could, he removed every piece except for his underwear, and he fell to his knees, assuming a proper submissive she seemed to have found pleasing previously.

After giving him a delicate caress down both sides of his head, and planting a delicate kiss on his lips, she reached back to take the collar lying on the shelf behind her. He bowed his head as she firmly placed the collar around his neck and buckled it. She again reached back to take the leather handcuffs, and without delay, had placed and buckled those around his wrists. Grabbing hold of his hair, she backed him into position under the wire shelf that doubled as an overhead rack to which she clipped the leather handcuffs above his head, a little more than shoulder wide.

Quite satisfied looking down on her work, feeling a rush from seeing her prince helpless and in her power, she reached back once more to pick-up the blindfold. She lifted his chin to look into his eyes one last time, gave him a gentle kiss on the lips, and buckled the blindfold around his head. At that point, she teasingly told him not to go anywhere… she had a few things to take care of. And then she walked away, leaving him alone, bound, deprived of sight, and wondering how long she would be away. He felt himself give out slight whimper as his Goddess left him.

On his knees, wrists locked overhead, his bondage position was not difficult to be in at the start, but it was awkward to maintain for more than a few minutes at a time. He had to shift leg positions fairly regularly, unable to stand on his knees because of the wall behind him pushing his torso out with his hands above and slightly behind him, and unable to kneel and rest on his ankles/forelegs because the rack to which his wrists were attached was too high. He found a position in-between where he could cross his legs and lay his back again the wall that was the most bearable, but even this one was not one he could keep for more than maybe 4 or 5 minutes. In fact, very rapidly he realized he had lost his sense of time. In bondage, in darkness, teased by the scurrying of his Goddess a few rooms away, his shoulders and knees increasingly uncomfortable, he felt his hold on the real world begin to slip, and his submission to S deepen.

After an undetermined amount of time, S did come back to check on him. He had actually lost track of her activities, simply focusing on her in his mind. He could almost see her, almost feel her, and images and emotions from other encounters with her raced through his mind. He only realized she was coming up on him when she came into the room next to where he was bound, the sound of her boots against the carpet the only thing giving her away.

She entered their makeshift dungeon, and asked how he was doing. She was as pleased by his visible discomfort, and quickened and shallow breathing at feeling her there, as she was at him being fine. She crouched down, gave him a kiss, and ran her finger around the edges of his lips. His tongue darted out to find her finger, to feel the softness of her skin and the shape of her beautiful long nails, but she admonished him for the gesture, and as he fell back against his bondage, she resumed her teasing. She told him not to move a all, and then brought her finger into his slightly open mouth. He remained as still as could in order to not disappoint her.

After a few moments of running her finger over his lips, occasionally teasing his tongue with her beautiful long nail, she ran her nails down the front of his body, making sure there was extra pressure on his nipples. Coming back to his nipples, she pinched them, let go a bit, and pinched a little harder, repeatedly, until his moaning reached a level of intensity that sent tremors through her body. S so loved those sounds he made, and his reactions to her ministrations just excited her to a degree that kept surprising her after all these weeks.

S still needed to finish getting ready, and once more she teased him not to go anywhere, and walked away, shutting the closet door behind her. Locked in place, his mind reeling, his body still feeling the after-sensations of her every touch, scratch, pinch, and squeeze of the last few minutes, he was peacefully resigned to fall back into his bondage, to fall back into subspace. Bound, in darkness, sensorially overloaded, and with the door shut closed, unable to make out any more sounds of his Goddess' activities, his mind has reached the nexus he so craved, and the surrender he so wanted to give S.

An undetermined period of time passed... it could have been 2 minutes or 20... when S returned and announced they would have to be leaving soon. His mind was almost too far lost into her to be overwhelmed with the sadness that typically accompanies this moment, but he still felt a whimper come from his chest. But then he heard a familiar sound, one of his favorite, and despite his lack of ability to focus, he realized that she had lit a cigarette.

The smell reached his nose, and once more his breathing grew rapid and shallow in excitement. She drew her lips close to his, and he knew what was expected of him. He met her lips, tried to create as good of seal as possible, and took a deep breath in upon her exhaling into his mouth. Slowly, he took his turn to exhale off to the side, and once more confirmed in his drifting but peaceful mind just how much he enjoyed accepting that from her, how thrilled he was with the powerful symbolism of this simple action.

Before he could quite visualize the amazing scene, S closed in again, and repeated the cycle... several times. Each time, he felt that she was exercising her will over him, that she was enjoying the power that he had surrendered to her. He just could not get enough of what this... He just could not get enough of her...

He knew coming in at the beginning that they had about 40 minutes before they had to leave. At this point, when she put out the cigarette, before she would release him, he would only hope that S enjoyed expressing herself on the canvass of his body and of his mind.