You know the feeling, watching the clock, waiting for something to happen? What if you turned that around. Turn it around into a countdown to mindblowing sexual depravity and good old fashioned BDSM. I guess you could say there is a time and a place for all this. It comes in the delivery. Slowly those quiet words become so much more. They build up in the fuckee to be’s head. What if He does this, What if He does that. By the time “punishment time” comes, you will have one huge sexual organ in your hand like putty.

The tension is your friend, the silance as you blindfold the naughty boy or girl that is to be taught a lesson. Time for lights out, all the senses become instantly more alert. Every part of their body will be waiting for you to do your bidding, as you promised this morning. A good spanking or start perhaps with some nasty nasty clips on the nipples, yes those same ones that have been erect all day from the thought of what lies ahead. Maybe a teasing about a dirty little sluts exceptionally wet knickers. Maybe she should taste how wet they are?

Don’t forget, if you were really cruel and said “oh, just a little something special” their minds will be exploding with what it could possibly be. You could tease and drop hints about “my how pretty your pussy lips would look spread around this cold speculum” , or basically anything you want. Your words have been working sexaul BDSM magic on them all day, in your absense. They are blindfolded, they do not know that they are “Gonna be taken in the ass by a stranger”, when there isn’t one. You have a blank sexual canvas. You control their vertical and their horizontal. You can make them think that black is white and white is black. Only thing you have to do is carry the threat through. If you make a threat, you have to be seen to be able to carry it out. It’s no good saying “When I am hope, I will spank you for being so insolent, if when you get home, you dont do it. On the other hand, if you did carry out your threat on some bratty little sub its going to make it oh so much more fun for them. They will have had that thought in their head for hours and hours about what nasty things Sir is going to do to them on his return. If they aren’t a lump of very wet sexual jelly by the time you get home, you must have said something a little too soft

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