my fucking god, I started to write this, and it wouldn't stop. this is probably way too long. but i wanted to get everything in there.
It'll help me for when it actually happens.
I've had this elaborate fantasy in my head for a few months now. Writing it out should be fun. It involves a girl who I've been involved with recently. I've done bits and pieces of this fantasy to her before, but nothing as elaborate as what I'm going to describe. I had full intentions of doing this to her, but, well... the situation has changed. Anyway, here it goes.
It starts as we come back to my place after a night out, perhaps from a night of dancing at a local goth club. We've been flirting all night, each of us eagerly anticipating a night of passionate sex. After we get into my apartment, I pull her close and kiss her. I pull my lips away, move them slowly to her ear, and tell her, "I'm going to go into my bedroom, and count to 20. When I come back, I want you in nothing but your panties, sitting on my couch." Without saying another word, I let her go, and walk into my bedroom.
Even though I say I would give her twenty seconds, I wait longer. Perhaps a couple minutes.
I walk into the living room, holding a blindfold. I see her wearing her bra and panties, sitting in the middle of the couch, looking innocent and perhaps a little reluctant. I lean down, kiss her for second, then pinch her nipple very hard through her bra. She winces, grits her teeth and breathes a bit unsteady from the sensation, and I tell her, "I said nothing but your panties. You still have your bra on. Take it off." She waits a moment, then slowly reaches behind her back, and unfastens it. I help her remove it, and set it aside. I then put the blindfold over her eyes.
Then, she listens. She hears me walk to the kitchen, open a drawer, and pull something out. I walk back into the living room. She hears me strike a match. Using the matches I got from the drawer, I light candles in my apartment. They'll be used later.
I then walk back into my bedroom. She hears me open a drawer in my dresser. I shift things around inside it, looking for what I need. She hears the metal on metal clinking, what a chain might sound like. I walk out of my room, and set my things next to the couch.
Then she hears me walk close to her. She thinks I'm going to touch her, but instead, she hears me start to clear things off the coffee table, which is directly in front of the couch, and her. I set aside whatever was on it, then she hears the table slide along the carpet as I move it to the center of the room.
I go close to her, put her hand in mine, and tell her to stand up. I guide her to the coffee table in the middle of the room. I tell her to lay down, face first, on the coffee table. I hold her hand and help her lay down. She breathes in deep as the cold wood of the table touches her stomach, her chest and her breasts.
She hears me go to what I set beside the couch and pick something up. I go back to her, and begin to put something on her wrists. Restraints. I then get a rope, which I lace through the hoops on the restraints, and underneath the face of the coffee table, where I tie it to keep her arms in place.
I then straddle her, and sit on her ass. I begin to rub her lower back, lightly at first, gradually more intense. Slowly, I make my way up the back of her ribs. Then to her shoulder blades, and finally her shoulders and neck. This gets her very aroused, as I know exactly how she likes to be touched. I lean in as I rub, so she can feel my breath on her back. As I get up to her neck, I slowly and deliberately get a firm grip on her hair. I pull it back, slowly, forcing her to raise her head and arch her back. I reach my other hand around to the front of her neck, and begin to rub and squeeze her throat, choking her slightly. I've pulled her up so far, that she feels my mouth very close to her ear, my lips barely grazing it. The hair pulling, the slight choking, and my lips on her ear are getting her extremely wet.
I go through these motions for around twenty minutes. She's so aroused, she can't think straight. I stop rubbing her, give a kiss on the middle of her back, and stand up. I begin to rub her ass, and down the back of her thighs. I spread her ass as I work my way down. My hand occasionally grazes between her legs, on her thong covering her pussy.
From time to time, she feels the flat of my hand rubbing one of her ass cheeks, in small, slow circles. My hand pauses for a moment, then I quickly raise my hand, and spank her. I occasionally reach up to get another firm grip on her hair, make her raise her head and arch her back again, and spank her more. This goes on until both her ass cheeks are good and red.
Now I go to my pile of toys, and get my whip. It's small, with many thin laces. I run the edges of the laces down the middle of her back, along the crack of her ass, between her legs. I suddenly pull it back, and give her a solid hit on the back with the whip. Not too hard, but it surprises her. I pause, let her take the sensation, and rub the edges along her back again. I keep this cycle going for a while, until I begin to whip her again and again, one after the other. Not too hard, but it stings just enough.
Next, I undo the ropes, and tell her to flip over. She does so, and I refasten the ropes together. I straddle her again. Her arms restrained at her side, I begin to rub her hips, and run my fingers along her stomach. The sides of her tits. And her nipples.... which are incredibly sensitive. I stop my fingers on one of them, and pinch. Hard. I let go, and give her a moment to recover. I begin the cycle of grazing my fingers along her body, then pinching her nipples, then letting go. I pull them. I twist them. I know her body so well, that I know exactly how far I can go. She finds this immensely erotic, and her pussy is dripping. She has to crane her blindfolded head to the side and bite her bottom lip to contain herself.
I get up again. She hears me walk to the side of the room where the candles are. They've been burning long enough to have a good amount of hot wax in them. I pick one of the candles up and walk back to her. She's breathing pretty heavy, her heart is racing. With my free hand, I gently use my fingers to rub her inner thigh and the outside of her pussy, over her underwear. After a minute, I drip a bit of hot wax onto the middle of her chest. It catches her by surprise, and she gasps, pulling at her restraints, pointing her tits in the air. I continue to gently rub her pussy. I drip more wax on her stomach. Her tits. Her nipples.
Then, I stop. I kiss her on her lips. I take the wrist restraints off her, then the blindfold. I help her stand up. I get her clothes for her. I tell her, "Get your clothes on, and go home." I sit in another chair, and watch her. She's dumbfounded, but she gets dressed. When she's dressed, I go to the door, open it, and wait for her to leave. She does so, and goes home, skin covered in wax underneath her clothes, with a very wet pussy.