Dim room, gray walls and candles playing with the shadows. He stands in the center of a bare wall like a piece of sculpture. Arms raised above his head with the candlelight sparkling intermittently against the chrome of the handcuffs that encircle his wrists and ensure that he remains in this pleasing position. I stand and watch him for a moment. There’s no sound but his excited breath as he waits behind his blindfold for the next act to begin. My heels make a staccato beat as I walk forward towards him. His head turns slightly towards the sound. As I draw closer I can see his nostrils flair as he scans the air for a hint of my perfume. I tap my heel against the concrete floor and watch his head turn slightly. I lightly step in the other direction and then tap my heel again. His head automatically jerks towards the sound. He realizes I’m within reach of him and his body reacts. I watch as the blood rushes between his legs and his cock rises towards me. “Be still!” I say sharply as the excitement and tension begins to override my instructions and he begins to fidget. He immediately stills, waiting for my next words. “Step to the side, I want your legs about two feet apart” I say as I run the tip of my riding crop up the inside of this right thigh. He dutifully moves his feet. This puts tension on the cuffs around his wrists and his elbows are now above his head. The hook securing the cuffs to the wall would be no match if he decided he no longer wished to play this game. He could rip it loose and end this at any moment. That is intentional. If he accidently strains to hard and dislodges his restraints the game will end whether he wants it to or not. This is very persuasive incentive to stay still. I step in front of him and rest my hand against the center of his chest. I can feel the heat of his skin and the beating of his heart as I lower my knees to the floor in front of him. I am eye level with his crotch and I can see his excitement. He’s panting slightly. Again I take use the riding crop to stroke his leg but this time I take it higher until the leather flap on the end is stroking the underside of his balls. The muscles of his stomach contract involuntarily and he almost steps up from the floor with his left foot. The shaft of the riding crop strikes the outside of that leg and I say in a very low voice “I won’t remind you again. Be still.” He feels like moist silk against my lips as I nuzzle lightly across his excited cock. The slight smell of soap mixed with the unmistakable odor of maleness. I lay the riding crop on the floor between his legs and let my hands caress up muscular thighs feeling the coarse sprinkling of hair that ends at where the round firm cheek of his ass begins. As my tongue takes a first gentle taste his flesh reacts and jumps away from me slightly. His body doesn’t move, only this part of him that has a mind of its own. As I take him firmly in my hand I plant the flat of my tongue against the underside of his cock and wet the shaft before taking him my mouth, all the way back, so that I can feel his hot flesh against the back of my throat. My tongue massages his cock as I hold him there in my mouth. He doesn’t move but I hear a low moan escape his throat. As I hold that position my hands move to the latex gloves tucked in my belt. I ease them on silently as my tongue continues to move against the load resting in my mouth. He is still but I can sense the tautness of his body as he responds to my attentions.