Imagine a very heavy wooden table. An old table of fine quality. She was face down arms stretched out and bound to the table. She could smell the scent of old wood, the residue of spices and candle wax. She was blindfolded. Her remaining senses were heightened. Suddenly her hearing was enhanced. Her tactile senses were stimulated. The only sound was her breathing.

She didn't know what was going to happen next.

Will it be the delicious pain of my hand on her buttocks or will it be the soothing, invigorating, melting of ice on her back? Will it be my hand thrust up betwen her legs cupping her and stroking her with more of that ice? Or perhaps my mouth searching for her clitorus? Or perhaps candle wax dripping onto her back?

The anticipation was indescribable.

I knew she was very moist.

She was indeed very wet. She was anticipating all of the above, not knowing if it will be the pain of my hand or the pleasure of my tongue.
Her breathing became heavier and louder when suddenly my hand crashed down on her buttocks. She heaved, she moaned.
She wanted more. But there came nothing just silence and the scent of the table and then the mustier scent of her body, mingling together.
And then I began softly stroking her backbone with my tongue. Ever so softly. She relaxed only to feel my tongue slowly moving around the rim of her arse. It pleasured her. Not like it did to her clitorus. Different, but nice.

And then again nothing. Her body tensed. Muscles flex in anticipation of what is coming next. She tries to arch her back. She can't. She was powerless.
I could smell the fear on her. The adrenelin was pumping through her body. Fear heightened her pleasure.

And suddenly she feels a tingling sensation on her clit. It feels good. She relaxes. But slowly began to raise herself as best she could. The restraints stopped her. She edged onto her toes.

She could feel the juices drip from her body. Her body heaved and convulsed and then nothing. Everything stopped.
There is silence again. She was so so very close to cumming and then nothing.

She wants more. Shes on the edge of a precipice. Her body wants to cum. But there is nothing. I'm not ready for her to cum.

And then she feels my breath against against her ear. She feels my teeth on her ears. She struggles for more pleasure, but I'm not ready.

She feels my body weight against her back. She struggles as best she can but my weight is too much.
She feels the hardness of my body weighing down upon her, my hand cupping her and my finger stroking her clit. She feels powerless and and she is.

She can only submit. My will has become her will. She can struggle, but it's futile. She can only do as I want. She knows whats coming next. My finger strokes her. My left arm holds her shoulders down. My body weighs down on her and then it happens. I enter her. Hard, hot and pleasureable. She falls into my rythm. She no longer has a body. The only reality is between her legs. She heaves and contracts.
Shes getting closer to the edge and then she explodes, screams and shudders.

Her body is spent. She is sated.