A recurring fantasy of mine
There is nothing quite like kneeling in front of you. A range of exquisite sensations flows from the top of my head down through my core, centering itself in the aching swell of my clit. The collar you gave me firmly encircles my neck. Its constant presence is familiar now, but never taken for granted. It reminds me of my constant deferment to your wishes.
A not quite so familiar sensation is that of my hands tied firmly together behind my back. This more temporary situation heightens my vulnerability and makes the pulsing of my clit much harder to bear. The stretching of my lips to fit around your firm cock reminds me of my place, which is subordinate to your own, and my purpose, which is to bring you pleasure.
You have not allowed me to cum in weeks ... how many, I'm not quite sure. My current assignment is to give you a certain number of orgasms before I'm allowed release. Once I have managed to make you cum the requisite amount of times, I am permitted one orgasm. Each time we start the cycle again, you increase the number of times I must bring you pleasure. And you draw out your pleasure as long as you can.
Each day, I pounce on you the minute you are through the front door, hoping to be able to bring myself closer to the time I can achieve release. But you can hold out for hours without cumming. You love to tease me this way. Making me try everything in my power, using all my imagination to get you off. One of your favorite techniques is to have me kneel in front of you, hands bound, and order me to use my mouth to bring you to climax. My poor sore mouth aches from holding you in my mouth for so long. And the taste of your cum in my mouth when you finally do explode makes my hips buck in sheer need. But I don't complain.
The result is worth it. My aching, inflamed clit burns constantly with desire. My endless wetness reminds me at each moment that you control my desire. I savor every feeling, always looking forward to the next time I can pleasure you. It will bring me once step closer to release from the overpowering ache I need you to both prolong and to satisfy. And that is what makes you happiest ... that my pleasure is yours.