Punished Phone Sex – Sara Punishes Her Lover – Part 1

You left me alone, my lover when my body was craving for you. You left me to suffer and burn and want. Now you must be punished. Tomorrow when you wake, you will find yourself tied to your bed. Hands and feet, unable to move. I will not use rope, only silk scarves. Strong but smooth and soft. I do not want you damaged, my lover. I want you full of strength for what is to come. Do not struggle. Do not tire yourself. When you open your eyes and feel stretched on the bed in soft bondage, I will be waiting for you.I rose before you and pulled on a red lace body stocking and high-heeled red shoes. Strappy ones. Strutty, fuck-me, high-heeled red shoes. I stand at the foot of the bed looking down at you now. 

Watching your eyes open, seeing you realize that you cannot get free. I stand with my legs slightly apart. My nipples rub against the red lace of the bodystocking, as I think of what I will do to you. Your eyes focus more. You can see the cutaway of the bodystocking that shows my smooth white thighs; the shadow of my pussy beneath the lace. You wonder if I am already wet for you. Your cock is hardening, but I pretend not to notice. Clearly, I like to stand there and let you look. So, I run my hands over my breasts, and my thighs, smoothing the lace. Obviously, I am in no hurry. “Untie me!” you say. Well, I just shake my head and smile a little. 

You have to be punished. 

 I turn and slowly walk toward the dresser, enjoying the way the high heels make my hips sway as I move. What I want is in the lowest drawer. I am glad. I will have to bend down for you. Are you watching? I glance back and see your eyes burning into me. Good. With legs apart, I swing down from my hips I feel the red lace slide back on my butt cheeks as I bend. The bed creaks, and I guess you are struggling to get free. Finally, I select a clit tickler, a big thick flesh-pink dildo, and a red silk handkerchief. Kicking the drawer closed with my foot, I turn around and return to the side of the bed. Your angry cock demands attention. You stop struggling and try sweetness. “Sit on me, sexy girl. Hop up here on my cock with your warm, wet pussy.”

I feel the tug, the longing for you, but I have to be strong. You must be punished. I drag a small armchair to the side of the bed. I slide into the chair, lean back, and drape my legs wide over the chair arms, red shoes dangling. Just the right angle so you have a perfect view from your pillow. I stroke my fingers up the inside of my thighs, stopping at the edge of my crotch. You moan. I know you want to be doing this. I know you see the spreading wetness on the red lace. I’m so wet now.  Slowly, I rub tracing lazy circles. You struggle against the silk ties again. It’s time.

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