I've got to admit, I'm not sure how exactly I'm going to write about this post both tastefully and without going completely detatched and sounding clinical.
Okay, for those of you reading this in public, I'll be writing this as a story, so this will be NSFW ;o)
She lay on the bed, eyes half closed in pleasure as her fingers seemed to find pathways of their own. Without an ounce of direction, they roamed her body, teasing, toying, tweaking, building her frustration to the point of conscious thought, and then appearing to take notice and wash those thoughts away in arousal once more. Had she been able to think coherently enough to form a suitable back-biting comment, she may have directed one at the man watching her from his computer chair. He didn't say anything to her that she was permitted to be aware of, of course, his quiet direction went unnoticed by anything other than her fingers.
A moan of pleasure escaped her lips as her hips rose and fell in time with those alien hands. As she closed her eyes and decided to accept the feeling, finally giving up the what little fight she had been pressing, enjoying her plight in its entirity, everything stopped. The force guiding her hands died, and her arousal ebbed at a frustratingly good point. She looked up at the man, her question written across her features. He merely shot back a feigned innocent expression, turning back to his computer with a shrug. She lay back on her bed, her breathing still quick, beginning to direct her own hands to recreate the pleasure she now longed to feel again. Try as she might though, nothing she tried was working, and her small moans turned into frustrated grunts as she repeatedly failed to arouse herself.
"Try thinking of things." The man shot over his shoulder.
"What things!?" She responded in desperation as he turned to face her.
"I don't know, just let your mind wander.." He replied, giving a small smile.
She lay back, trying to conjure up some thought. It seemed strange to her that he was encouraging her to think tonight, when he had spent so long training her out of that in the throws of passion. Under pressure, she found it was a lot harder to think of anything in particular, and fleeting thoughts of the day she had had, and her plans for the week entered her mind, but something told her she should be looking elsewhere. She absently circled her clit with her finger, but the effort only served to force her to think along the lines of sexier thoughts...
She pursed her lips, her brow furrowing in concentration as she tried to let her mind wander into her darker desires, her lust, her passion. Her mind cycled through images of spirals, of brainwashing, of the erotic images she had used in the past to arouse herself. Still, her arousal simmered below the surface. She then recalled her past sexual experiences, and upon remembering being blindfolded, a small wave of pleasure rippled through her body, her hands seeming to have hit a 'sweet spot'.
Recoiling for a moment to work out what it was she had done, she once again thought of being blindfolded, and the feeling returned. She pressed at that line of thought with a vengeance, determined to discover more, to work out what it was she was supposed to be thinking of. She thought of more images, of being tied down and blindfolded, to which she received another pleasant rush, and which in turn, spurred her tenacity. Oral sex from this position? No, that wasn't it... Teasing hands running across her body? A heightened feeling of arousal told her she was getting warmer.
The problem was, she was approaching her orgasm, and whilst a part of her knew that this wasn't the final intended image, her thoughts began to get increasingly difficult to conjure, as her fingers worked frantically to maintain her level of arousal. Suddenly, something inside told her that the image had changed, and she let out a small moan of despair. She just wanted her release!
She searched in frantic haste around the deeper recesses of her mind, trying to pick the images the man had intended her to think of. Something brought her back to her outings at the BBB, and images of her being collared and leashed made her back arch in pleasure... She was so close! Caring little for her loud moans and panting, she imagined being led around on her leash, of kneeling down next to her Master as he paid little heed to her. She gasped as her hands worked harder, but still, there was something missing. Her mind held on the edge, her orgasm dependant on the next thought that refused to come. Licking his boots? No... Walking around on all fours? No... Wearing revealing attire to the BBB? No, no, no!
She choked out a "p-pleeasee!", begging the man for her release, and he seemed to take pity on her. Her orgasm exploded in her mind, filling every nerve in her body with waves of pleasure. Her back arched, her moans and grunts holding no consideration for subtlety any longer. She collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily, the tingling sensation in her sex still giving her shivers, and the sweat glistening on her skin. Bringing her temperature down to that of the room once more, she shivered and dove beneath the covers, giving contented sighs as she settled herself.
An erotic treasure hunt, she thought to herself. How ingenious.