Her hands are tied to the bed posts, legs free to flap about. Her glorious naked body is on display and available for use. Unsure how long she has spent some time in this position and twice already been in and out of her space. There is an unseen knot right below her belly button, it has some weight to it, making her thighs rub together unconsciously. Patience and anticipation testing her now. Half spread eagled, she is anxious, scared and excited.
Her gaze is fixated on the door, "Any moment now. Please walk in. Smirk at me. Let me witness the glint and mischief in your eyes. What torments have you been nurturing for me? Show me. Be gentle, be rough, ughh! Be with me."
She notices her own squirming. "He admires poise and grace. I cannot be so shameless in front of him. He will laugh and say those words. Calm yourself!" She stiffens and then relaxes, spreads her legs apart to keep them from rubbing. "Oh god! It's a mess. Wet, swollen and leaking; he will notice immediately if I stay like this. He will laugh and say those words." She closes her legs but then the knot under her belly button gets heavier. She clenches her groins for relief but unclenching makes the knot heavier. "Why do I have this body? Why does he know my body so well?"
Her high is the attention he gives her. Why? She /chohz/ him. "Did you make me /chOOz/ you? Umm...No...Yes...Maybe...Doesn't matter now. Make me /chOOz/ you again and again." Her gaze is fixated on the door. "Any moment now. Please walk in."
Determined to be poised and graceful she crosses her legs and locks them arching her toes. Like jesus, but real, holding her chin high. "I am glorious", she knows. She wants to win against her body while the odds are not in her favor. Her subconcious wants to drift. The knot she feels right below her belly button promises waves of ecstacy. The stickiness between her legs in not subsiding. Toes kissing sole of the feet in fervor. She subconciously projects her eyes on the ceiling and looks at herself. A beautiful mess enveloped in the promise of lewd chaos.
Her subconcious now inspecting herself like he would. Tracing all her curves and folds, freezing moments which he would capture in pictures. "He will gently brush the hair off my face and caress my cheeks. Feel my neck with a gentle choke, grip tightening ever so slightly. Trace between my breasts upto my navel.... Biting my inner thighs, growling and licking... slapping me 3,4,5...times... inside me... ... ... ..." She hasn't changed her position, she can't anymore. Sub space took over her for the third time.
She hasn't lost to her body but she won't win either.
Her gaze is fixated on the door. "Any moment now. Please walk in."
