Touch Yourself

Sitting in my office and staring at my screen, I was too distracted to concentrate on the task at hand. Bina had to go on a business trip a couple of days ago and I missed her badly. But tonight, she would be back home and I couldn’t wait feeling her arms around me again.
Frustrated, I shut my laptop down. I wouldn’t get any work done today. My phone buzzed and my screen showed a message from Bina.
“Are you still at the office?”
“On my way home. Are you at the airport yet?”
“Yes. Waiting for boarding—and to see you!”
“I miss you!”

I arrived at home and immediately fell onto our couch. Bina should arrive at the airport in an hour. I lazily removed my clothes and fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes again, it was dark outside. How long did I sleep? I checked my phone and had a new message from Bina. She would be home in thirty minutes.
“Can’t wait to see you,” I texted back.
She answered immediately.
“Get ready for me. I want you to touch yourself. But don’t climax.”
I shuddered and my yoni clenched once or twice. I pinched my nipples and caressed my breasts. Stroking my stomach and my thighs, I made my way to find my sweet spot. Slowly rubbing it, my breath quickened. I hoped she wouldn’t take too long. I paused. I couldn’t come now—she would know. She always knew.
I decided to take it more slowly. I circled my clitoris, stroked my labia, dipped first one, then two fingers into my vagina. I moaned. I couldn’t wait for her, whatever the punishment. I circled and rubbed my button. I moaned again. I felt the tension building up in my vagina. Then, I felt the flogger on my breasts.
“I think I said: don’t climax.”
And again, I felt the flogger, this time on my thighs. With her scarf, Bina tied my hands behind my head. I took her sight in. When did she come home? She was naked, apart from her strap-on dildo. She pushed my legs apart and the dildo into my yoni. I moaned again. She took me hard, then pushed me on my stomach and took me from behind. I could feel her touching herself, hear her breath quickening. She spanked me every time she pushed the dildo into my vagina. She loosened the scarf.
“Touch yourself,” she ordered.
And when I did, we both came.