He breaks away from me, and whispers, "Oh no, not this time, Ophelia. You have no control". He lies beside me and whispers in my ear, "So why do you think I left the room, what do you think I have to tease you with?" His tongue licks my ear and I murmur as he tells me, "I am going to really enjoy you, and you can’t move, so I will decide what I do, when, and how long for."

I feel a nervous excitement run through my body. He trickles more oil down my body, along the gap between my breasts, over my rounded stomach, stopping at my swollen mound. He sits across me, his balls resting on my stomach, and slowly and gently massages my forehead and around my face, kissing me quickly and gently on the lips, down my neck and shoulders, along my arms. He moves past my breasts and massages my stomach, thighs and calves in long, sweeping strokes, savouring all of me. He drizzles oil around both of my nipples and teases them with his fingertips, oh so softly and slowly.

This draws my first moan and he asks, "Is that nice my love?"

Slowly his pressure increases and he takes more of my breasts in his hands. Now sitting across me, he works my breasts in large, round sweeps and as he moves, his balls slide along my oiled body. I can sense how turned on he is at the sight of my large breasts covered in oil glistening in his hands by the light from the candle. I murmur, "Oh that’s so good," and all my senses are increased because I cannot see.

He moves from me after sliding his cock between my swollen slippery tits. "Well, my love, if your senses are that much more aware, I ask you to guess what I am doing now," he says as he stirs a spoon in the glass of ice he has brought into the room.

"It sounds like ice to me," I reply, as he lays the spoon face down upon my nipple "Oh my god that’s cold!" I shout as he moves the spoon to the other nipple. The spoon has the desired effect as both my nipples pucker with the cold and become very erect.

Time for something new," he says, as he takes from the draw a set of beaded-string nipple clamps. Opening the loops to fit my large nipples, he slips them over my erect nipples and pulls the connecting string to tighten them, tight enough to stimulate them so that the pain is minimal but enough to keep them erect.

"Oh fuck," I moan. "What are you doing to me?"

"Use your senses,” he tells me, “and try to find the answer."

He takes a cube of ice from the glass and circles my swollen nipples slowly and sensually until they swell and the string tightens slowly on them. When he thinks it is starting to hurt me, he takes a drink from the hot coffee cup he has prepared and engulfs my breast and nipple into his hot mouth, repeating on the other one, as his fingers tease the other. Taking the ice cube again, he slowly travels down my body with it, running it around my swollen mound. He moves