Microfantasy Monday: Tits

via Mina's Musings

She is sitting, naked, on the edge of your bed, arms at her sides, legs pressed modestly together.

You close your cupboard and turn to face her, two scarves in your hand. Wordlessly, you stand directly in front of her and gently put her arms behind her back, twisting a scarf tightly around her wrists and tying a secure knot. You can feel her breath ghosting your collarbone.

You pull back and look at her, careful to look expressionless; nonchalant. Her eyes are fixed on you, full of nervousnessmesmerizedintriguedturned-on. You calmly slip the other scarf around her eyes.

The light from your desk lamp is dim and paints the room in deep orange.

"Don't make a sound," you tell her quietly, evenly, as you weigh her heavy breasts in your hands, first one, then the other. She bites her lip, squirms, but stays silent, even when you tease her nipples between your thumb and forefinger until they're hard points.

Then you reach over to the windowsill and pick up a pair of clamps. You fasten one, then the other, and she's holding back sounds as you slowly do this, until you let the chain that connects them drop, and she has two pretty, glinting pieces of steel decorating her ample, thrust-out chest.

You're surprised, and somewhat proud of her - she hasn't made any noises yet. Well that is going to change, for sure. You gently cup her breasts, run your fingers over them until you reach the tips of the clamps, and flick one. A wince, but no sound. You smile and pick up the chain, yanking.

She squeals then. She looks absolutely delicious. You desperately want to let go and kiss her, but not yet.
"Tsk," you say. "I told you not to make a sound."

The small tea-light that has been sitting on your desk for a while now is now quite full of melted wax. You pick one up, carefully and hold it in front of you.

"Do you know what's going to happen now?" you ask her.

She shakes her head. You smile again. Sticking to the rules won't help now, but it's a lovely gesture.

You let the wax drip over her chest. She gasps. The whiteness rolls down to her cleavage and turns the surrounding skin a pretty red color.

You can't help yourself. After putting the candle down, you finally give in, pull her towards you and kiss her hard.

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