There is a knock on the door. The moment I have been preparing for has finally arrived. I go to the door wearing a long black silk flowing dressing gown. Without saying a word I open the door to see the object of my desire. Blindfold at the ready, I show you in closing the door behind you. I place the blindfold over your eyes and lead you down the hallway to a room where vanilla fragrance lingers in the air. I kiss you gently while removing your clothes to expose your naked skin, careful not to remove the blindfold. I move you over to the bed where I have handcuffs waiting kissing you I lay you down and slip them over your hands. As I tighten the cuff I slowly move down and strap your feet down, your senses start to peak. As you lay completely naked I stop to take in the gorgeous sight of you. I walk over to the dresser, laid out neatly is the tools to make your body come alive with pleasure. Stretching out my hand I reach for the first of many toys a light flogger running it over your body now and then flicking it making your pressure build. Starting from your neck flicking it gently I go down barely touching you. Moving over your engorged lips I see your clit already starting to pulse I flick the exposed clit, you're moaning as I do. The moans grow louder as the pressure mounts. I walk back to the dresser. Next up I decide to take the delicate feather. Over by the bed ever so gently I run it down the length of your sensative naked body. As I move I can see the beads of cum slowly starting to roll down your perfectly shaped rear leaving behind a growing wet spot on the sheet. I bend down and taste the sweet nectar straight from the source, your flower quivering as I do. Your moans now turning to screams of passion as you can't hold back anymore. I continue to lap up your nectar you're trembling with anticipation of the building release. The more nectar I draw from your flower the more nectar forms. Your body tighten as the first orgasm comes across you. I don't stop pressing my tongue deeper into the flower, I can feel the tiny spirts of nectar hitting my tongue. The pressure intensifying with each brush of my tongue. The spirts start becoming droplets and with little warning the nectar stars to flow like a raging river out the garden. Feeling completely satisfied I release your limbs hold you in my arms and watch over you as you drift off to sleep. Leaving more fun to be had another day.