I want a dom to tie me up and tease me. Arms and legs spread out to four corners, but I'm still in my boxers. They run fleeting touches up my arms, my neck, down over my chest, skating down my hips. Making me moan and writhe, hairs standing on end in the wake of their clever fingers, "look at the mess you're making." They tap the wet patch on my boxers and rub a single finger over my hard dick, laughing as I gasp and roll my hips, "such a needy boy." They croon and drag their fingernails down my thighs, over my knees, down to my ankles. I groan and start struggling against my bindings, whimpering, "please, please, please." They crawl between my legs and I sigh happily as they trail kisses from my knees up my inner thighs, my cock aching with need as they get so close. They brush their fingers over it, the most gentle friction, not nearly enough, and carry on down the other leg. I cry out, a broken whimper of dismay, mottled with pleasure as their lips continue their devastating work, "That's a good boy, I want you trembling." They tug the waistband of my boxers, catching my cock in the fabric slick of my own arousal, friction making my toes curl, "I'm going to rip your ruined boxers open to get access to your dripping holes and fuck you until you cry." I bite my lips, nod eagerly, whimpering as they let go of my waistband and rub a flat palm across my stomach, "but you're not needy enough yet."