suspended....

I've always been a rather vivid dreamer, I'm the type of person that can go to bed with a thought in my mind and bring it to fruition in my sleep. It's quite a nice trait when you think about it. And of course, in the situation I live with - the distance between me and my Sir DT it is very nice indeed.

Sir, is often telling me what we'll dream about each night and most of the time that is exactly where my slumber thoughts go. Take last night, for instance, DT commented that we would be breaking in our R & D room properly. Oh my, the thoughts that can come from that.

It started with me sitting at a desk, in an office I've never seen before. Clad very properly in a simple black skirt, white button-up shirt, 5-inch heels, and did I mention a very simple black underbust corset. To the casual observer, nothing is amiss. The phone rings and I answer it slightly distracted by the sight of him across the room working on our new restraint device. In my distraction, I answer with a simple hello as if I were at home. A few brief moments of explanation and another order was taken. I hang up the phone to see him standing in front of me, a slightly disappointed look on his face. SHIT...I know he heard me answer now, and I'm in for it.

Without a word, he forwards all incoming calls to our answering machine and motions me into the R & D room. Still not a word, he leads me into the room, closing and locking the door behind us, placing the key on a hook over the door, well out of my reach but still within his. He sighs deeply, "Babygirl" hmmm I know I'm in trouble when the girl comes out, "how do you expect people to know who they are calling if you don't answer with our company name?" It's just time to apologize and be done with it. "I'm very sorry Sir, you are right."

"That my dear girl is not good enough" he takes my hands one by one and places them in cuffs above my head. He walks around me in a clockwise circle, reminding me of the importance of answering the phone properly. Stopping in front of me he reaches forward and squeezes my nipples through the fabric of my shirt. I can feel my pussy getting wet already.

He reaches for something from the wall behind me....is it a blindfold, a spreader bar or.....oh ....its the riding crop. With one hand he unbuttons my shirt and spreads it to show the tender flesh of my breasts. With the other, he runs the crop slowly down from the side of my neck between my breasts. Then quickly brushes it lightly across each nipple. First one and then the other before lowering his lips to the hard nubs, nibbling on them softly, then once more taking them between his fingers and squeezing them hard, bringing a gasp to my lips.

The juices from my pussy are now running down my leg. I want him to take me, I want him to use my body for his....and my....pleasure. But that's just not to be the case...not yet. He lifts my skirt and exposes my hot wet pussy to the cool air of the room. Once more he circles around me, pinching my nipples, running the crop up one leg, down the other, and tapping my pussy with it slightly, before bringing it hard against my ass cheek, one side, and then the other. The sting is more pleasure than pain, bringing me close to orgasm already. The anticipation alone is driving me to the brink.

Well....I've taken enough of your time now. So, I'll leave you here. But only because I'm crawling out of my skin wanting him right now.

- HBD