You somehow let slip about sado-maso. Yes, probably, I am partly a sadist. I like to torment a woman, but I do it without hurting her. I would call this “torture a passion.”
And you always want to know everything by your own experience. And therefore, you are lying on a wide bed now, and your arms are thrown upwards and securely handcuffed to its forged back. The handcuffs have a special softening case so as not to harm your delicate wrists. You have a light summer dress, the hem of which is above the knees and simple underwear. I specifically asked you to dress simpler, because, according to legend, we had to do repairs at my dacha, and now you are here ...
In my hands appear scissors, tailors with wide sharp blades. Such cutters cut the fabric in a sewing studio.

You fidget, fear flashed in your eyes, because you do not fully know what is in my head, and a metal sharp object in my hands adds nervousness (but also thrills). I look expectantly into your eyes, it seems that you have calmed down, trusting my gaze.
Scissors make a clicking sound and the first button on your sundress with a ringing bounces on a wooden floor. You shuddered. But I continue. “Klats. Klats Klats Klats. In total on a sundress there were 8 buttons ...

I slowly release you from the matter, following my finger on the tight skin in the area of ​​the clavicle and below, right up to the thighs.
The queue of linen. You shudder when cold metal touches bare skin and goose bumps appear in that place. I cut the thin straps of the bra, together with the straps of the sundress. And then cut the bra in the middle, where the bowls are interconnected. Putting the scissors aside, I run my hands over the naked body, freeing you from a pile of torn rags into which your clothes turned. The skin is goose bumps, although the room is warm. The nipples of excitement were purple and hardened, like two coral reefs in the boundless sea of ​​your snow-white skin, on which the dents left by the bra straps clearly show through the surf line. I gently run my hands over my breasts, plunging them into my palms, and linger for a moment on my nipples, gently pinching them. A light moan "Ah-hh!" Breaks down from your lips. The first and not the last in this sweet torture. Meanwhile, the scissors are in my hands again. I touch the cold metal of the swollen nipple, from which you serve me to meet, there is no fear anymore, it has been removed by desire.

I spend the blunt end of the scissors on the stomach, open them and pushing the lower end under the gum panty. "Klats!" And the first incision is ready. The elastic is cut and the underwear goes apart, on your tight tummy exposing the lower abdomen and curly pubic hairs. Another island on the sea of ​​your body!
I cut my panties slowly, a few millimeters at a time, feeling your rapid breathing caused by arousal. You lift your hips, leaning towards me, and the blunt end of the scissors slides between your tender lips. Here we need to be extremely careful. I pull the instrument out from under the cut fabric, the thick moisture of your juice gleams on the metal. Demonstratively lick him looking into your eyes. Your eyes are already dimmed with passion and desire, automatically you bite your lips and tremble. But my torture has just begun!
With quick movements I cut the panties on the hips and free you from unnecessary rags.
Now you are all in front of me. Chained, Naga, defenseless ...

I know that I have awakened a desire in you, and with every second, with every touch, this desire will increase, hoping to reach the very peak of pleasure, and fail, fall into the abyss of bliss, plunging into its abyss. But will I allow it to be done? That is my torture with passion.
You are in front of me, naked and opened, like a map and I begin my journey.I look for those places on your body that give you the highest pleasure, usually called erogenous zones. Oh, I studied the female body very well in order to accurately determine the routes of my expeditions.
I begin, perhaps, with your navel. This is the center of your universe, the pole and the point from which the rays of the cardinal points are coming from.
A small depression, a hole in the center of your tummy. I will not deny myself the pleasure to hold the tongue around this crater, and then, plunge the tongue deep into, until I reach the bottom of this well, feeling the elastic cords of the navel nodule. You tremble and writhe, which means I guessed right!

I am also tempted by temptation, go from here immediately to the south, not far away, bypass the pubis tubercle and plunge into that sweet gorge that calls and beckons me with its tart aroma. Instead, I rapidly soar upward toward the hemispheres of the breasts with swollen nipple detonators. As soon as my hot lips close around one of them, (eagerly, like a baby, I draw him in) as your body pierces an explosion of desire and pleasure. You tremble under me, you thirst for me, you pray that I entered into you, put out your fire, gave you bliss! ... But I do not give in to your prayers. Torture passion has just begun! And the reward here is only patient.

Very tender and supple skin on the chest around the nipples, so I gradually move from the burning crimson areoles, expanding the radius of my caresses. And again I rise higher, in search of new deposits of passion, undoubtedly, it is the neck and hollows of the clavicle, the earlobe, a small depression behind the ear on the neck and the back of the hand from the elbow to the rough surface of the axillary cavity.
Your eyes are half-closed, full breasts heave and fall to the beat of breathing, a wreath pulsing barely noticeably on the neck. I take a lock of your hair in my hand and with a tip I start to drive around the nipple, you moan and wriggle like a snake that has fallen into a trap! The simultaneous feeling of tickling and delight overwhelms you, your thighs fidget and rub against each other, bare heels crawl on the sheet crushing it ... I gave you a short respite ... but only to move below ...

I am not ready to taste the dessert yet, but I really want to see you all, all the curves and lines of your trembling body. I kiss first the lower abdomen, right along the fluffy border of the pubis, and every kiss makes you flinch. And now my kisses have already showered your hips, smooth marble skin that has a slightly salty flavor ... I am in close proximity to the main hearth of your femininity, from the place that every man attracts to a woman ... feeling my closeness, the breeze of my hot breathing on your skin, anticipating the end of this sweet torture, you open your tightly closed thighs and open your womb, scarlet bud ... naked dny to the vampire’s flesh ... after all, torture has a passion for me, and only an iron shutter allows me to bring to the end what I have begun ...

Reluctantly, I look from the crimson, glistening moisture of the flesh to another object of my lust ... another erogenous zone, this is the most tender sensitive skin on the inner surface of the thighs. I lightly spend there with my nails and immediately cover the surface with wet kisses ... your body starts to beat a big shiver from the desire ... but I’m implacable! I kiss and lightly bite the delicate white skin, provoking your voluptuous moans. Again, I move higher, kissing and tongue bypassing the hillock of Venus covered with soft hairs, along the oblique lines of the delta extending from the lower abdomen to the very thighs.
My greedy palms are everywhere, they gently stroke, squeeze your flesh, lightly scratch and stroke again ...

And I already lured your knees, these rounded works of art, smooth, as if from marble ... I give them the desired kisses, but that's not all ... I go down below ... kissing the lower leg and ankle ... I kiss the soles your legs and you hide them from the restraint in the sheets.But I am inexorable, I bow low and take up your neat fingers, marigolds, painted with bright red pearlescent varnish. You are embarrassed and embarrassed, you try not to let me do it, but I persevere and you humble yourself, relax ... for you for the first time, this is something forbidden, unseen. You never thought that you could kiss the legs there, at the very bottom, and you never suspected how this can be pleasant and reverent. You yourself do not notice how you surrender to the power of this pleasure, and you are already moaning with pleasure when my tongue slides from finger to finger ...
And again, the caravan of my kisses should be upwards, bypassing the elastic calves, perfect knees and strong hips.

... I gently parted your legs and kissed you there ...
You froze for a moment, fluttered, trying to nestle closer to my face, as far as your chains allowed you ... my tongue tirelessly caresses you exploring all the forbidden and hidden corners of your flesh, your fingers skillfully sorting through the strings of your sensuality, playing the unobtrusive melody of passion ... but each time, just barely you rise on the crest of a wave ... I stop caressing, this melody stops ... and your ecstasy recedes at the very last moment ... you come to your senses for a few seconds, and having realized all this, your eyes beginning to sparkle angrily ... I again slope yus on you and again bring to a frenzy, very close to summing up the bliss of the abyss, but do not give to collapse, pulling out at the last moment from the depths of sensuality ... this is torture passion ...
This is repeated again and again and once again, when you no longer know: either to burst into tears, or to burst into utter abuse, you just wearily shut down, waiting for this torture to end and you will be allowed to receive such suffered pleasure ... you understand that something has changed ...

You move your hands ... and you realize that you are free from the shackles ... you are no longer handcuffed ...
... and you just need to move your eyes to understand that now I am fastened ...
I am lying on a wide bed, handcuffed, wearing an open shirt and jeans, on which an excitement bulge in the groin area clearly appears ...
Your torture with passion is over ...
Now I am in your power ...
What will you do?
Get your revenge?
Or you will throw over, implant yourself on my count, to satisfy, at last, the hunger of lust ...
Or free? ...
You decide ...
Now I am in your power ...
Get down ...