Bobby heard the bathroom door open, and he watched Mistress Andrea walk out naked.  His
eyes followed her as she walked around the bed, and then he looked her straight in the eye
as she stepped closer.

“Sit up in the bed, Bobby” she told him, and as he did so, she pulled open a drawer in
the bedside cabinet.  When he next dared to look at her, she had a short leather strap in
her hands.  There was a buckle at one end with cuffs attached to the same end.  He watched
as she put the cold leather strap around his neck and buckled it secure.  As she did so,
her body was close and her perfume was sending his senses wild.  Nothing was said as she
took each of his hands and lifted them up, clipping a cuff around each wrist and then
clipped that to the back of the collar.  It seemed as if she had hypnotised him, and she
now gently pushed him flat on the bed.  Standing up again, Andrea stepped around to the
end of the bed and pointed to the centre of the bed without saying a word.  Bobby
side-shuffled across the bed to where she was pointing.  From the corner of the bed,
Mistress Andrea picked up a one-inch soft cord, and then moving his ankle over to the same
corner, she pulled the cord around the ankle twice and tied it off.  The same procedure
was used on the other ankle, rendering him secure and under her control.  It was then that
he noticed that her hair was in a bun at the back of her head.

Mistress Andrea moved to the side of the bed and knelt on the floor.  She leaned over him
and took one of his nipples in her teeth, and gently tugged.  Her hand was slowly and
softly moving over his torso, and Bobby found the feeling of this light touch ecstatic. 
As Mistress Andrea kissed his chest, he could feel the heat from her breath.  Her hand was
caressing the flesh around his pubic area but avoiding touching his manhood.  She was
teasing his body, and he was moving it uncontrollably and tugging at his bonds as his body
was tormented by her light touch.  Then, without warning, Mistress Andrea grabbed hold of
his penis.  It was though an electric shock ran through his body, and his head was
swirling as he tried to focus on what was happening.  His penis was like a hard shaft of
steel, and then, as fast as the hand secured a hold, it let go, leaving him wanting.  Her
eyes looked up into his as she continued to kiss the flesh on his chest, and he could see
laughter in them.  Her hand had now moved down to his inner thigh, still working its magic
as again her lips were kissing his belly.  While one hand worked on his inner thigh, her
other hand moved and was now near his penis.  He could feel her fingers ploughing their
path over his most sensitive area.  Once more, her hand grasped his manhood, but this time
she slowly started to masturbate him, making him feel light-headed as he longed for the
relief that he craved.  He tried to lift his hips to speed up the process so that he could
end his torment, but she stopped the movement by letting her hand rise with his body.  She
was looking at him and smiling, knowing that there was no way that Bobby was going to get
relief without first satisfying her needs.  Bobby knew why she was doing the things and
what her game was.  The gentle strokes on his penis would now and again stop, and he would
wriggle his hips begging for more.  Andrea looked up to his face and saw that his eyes
were closed as his hips rose up and fell, begging for sweet relief.  She was now kissing
the flesh just above his manhood and her breath was like a naked flame on his skin.  Her
cheek brushed his penis, sending his senses wild once more.  Her head lifted away from his
body, and then fell, only to enclose his penis with her hot mouth and the new sensation
took his breath.  Her head started to bob up and down in slow, methodical movements with
her soft lips sliding up and down the whole length of his flesh.  He tried lifting his
hips, only to find his Mistress stopped to prevent him speeding up the action and finding
the satisfaction he desired.  Then, without warning, her mouth lifted off his manhood and
her light body slipped over his.  She slid up so that their faces met.  He opened his eyes
and she gently kissed him on the lips, but as he lifted his head trying to steal more of
her love, she raised her head away from him, smiling at his agony.  His manhood was now
pressing at the entrance to her sex, and he tried lifting his body to gain entrance but
found his restraints were holding him back.  Andrea knew this, and had now manoeuvred her
body so that her sex was just brushing the tip of his penis.  She moved her body from side
to side, exasperating him still further.  Now and again she could feel him prodding at her
entrance, and it made her smile because it was not quite enough to satisfy his lust.  She
kissed the sides of his face, and she could see his wrists gently straining against the
bonds that held them.  He wanted to touch her, enclose her in his arms and pull her
beautiful, light, slim body close to his.  She lifted from him abruptly, and then she
turned around so that her thighs were either side of his head, gently lowering her sex
down to his mouth.  Bobby knew what was expected of him and his tongue darted out to taste
her sweetness.  He lifted his head, and with his tongue at full length and his neck
straining, he tried to penetrate deep into her body.  He kissed, sucked and licked as his
Mistress gyrated her sex over his face, and all the time she was kissing and licking his
manhood.  Her juices ran over his face as she climaxed, but his Mistress was still not
satisfied.  She wanted more, and he in turn wanted to give her what she wanted.  His
tongue at no time stopped darting in and out of her sex and it was as if he could not get
enough of the taste of her.  Once more her fluids flowed and it drained all the strength
from her body. For a moment, she stopped moving and lifted from his face, and turning
around again she lowered her sex onto his manhood, watching his eyes close in ecstasy. 
Her body slowly rose and fell, and Bobby lifted his head so that his mouth could tease the
nipples hanging over his face.  She lowered her torso so that he could pay proper homage
to her breasts.  When Bobby lifted his hips to meet her movements, his Mistress rose with
him, still denying him relief.  She could see the agonizing look in his face, and smiled a
wicked smile at him.