Maybe we should blindfold you, or gag you, I suppose we’ll see how things go as the day progresses. You’re adorable, but we know this already. Let me know if your knees start to hurt, we can quite easily move you onto your back and not ruin any of the plans I have.
You see, I’m going to take my time with you. I’m curious just how long it’ll take for your pretty brain to turn off. I’ll start slow, just letting my hands trail over your body, enjoying just how you feel, how you shift and relax with my touch. You’re always so eager and open for it, I don’t even know if you realise just how much you ache for it.
I’ll avoid the big areas that would work you up, your pretty cock, your adorable ass, those lovely nipples. I want to see exactly what else makes you squirm. See just what makes you yelp, areas that might be a little ticklish. It’d be fun to just poke and pinch a little just to see how you react.
We have all day, so there’s no rush. You can just be something to pass the time when I get bored. We can easily add a gag if you start to get too restless.
I would, eventually, play with you a little more. Stroke that lovely cock, watch your hips rock with the movement, how you whine when I stop. I’d take my time teasing you, I wouldn’t even try to edge you, just give you that taste of pleasure and stop before you get anywhere near the edge. This isn’t for you, it’s to keep me interested.
I could decorate you with whatever I want, draw pictures over your body with pen, put clamps on your nipples, leave bite marks on any part of you I can think of. By that point, you’d just let me, too far gone in that cute headspace, too lustdrunk to really think for yourself.
You’d even offer me your neck if I wanted to choke you, right darling? Everything adding today so slowly, thoughts too heavy for your pretty little head. I bet you’d even thank me for the attention too.
I haven’t even gotten to the part where I would open you up, fingers slipping down, pressing against your ass until you take them. One at a time, slower than normal, truly drawing it out just for the fun of it. Shushing you when you whine, reminding you that right now, you’re just a toy, and toys don’t get a say in how they’re played with.
I’d let you have the plug, then continue my slow torment.
Would you let me cover you in pegs? See if we can leave pretty little marks that will go with the bite marks?
I want to see just how far you’ll let yourself fall.
We would move you onto your back at some point, letting your knees rest.
It’d give me a little more access. Let me play with that plug that settled itself so nicely at home inside of you. Slowly pushing it in and out, again, never too much to push you close to an edge, but enough to keep you in that deliciously lustdrunk state.
Alternating between your ass and your cock, dragging my nails down your body, pinching, twisting and pulling those desperate nipples too.
I could fuck you, replace the plug with my strap-on. Give you a taste of what you would be aching for at that point. Would you want that, or would you want to stay in that tortuous slow build of things?
It wouldn’t matter. Toys don’t really get a say.
It wouldn’t just be my hands. I would leave kisses all over your body, bite and decorate you until you’re just a piece of art I want to show off. I’d get a taste of you, teasing your pretty cock until it’s crying, just swallowing the babbled moans you’d give me.
When I say, I’d take my time, trust me. I would gladly leave you brainless and focused so entirely on how you feel for as long as possible like this.
