Lights are low, with that rosy glow so flattering to the complexion, head to toe. You devour me with your eyes, but say nothing, just that sly smile. "Come," you say, as you reach out and take my hand in yours. I am led to a sofa. "Water?" you ask.
I say "Yes, please." The air in the room is electrified. In my nervousness, my mouth has indeed gone dry. I gratefully accept the glass.
You say, "Let's sit." So, we sit. "You look lovely. Delectable." Why do I blush so for you? We talk; small talk, sly talk, suggestive talk, clever talk, intimate talk. Your voice is a narcotic, hypnotic, erotic. "You can come closer, can't you? Hmm?" Again, you extend your hand and smile. I move close to you.
You ply me with delicious kisses, soft and teasing, gently exploring. With husky whispers in my ear, I am swooning. Your whispers weave your spell. Then hungry kisses, demanding kisses. In spite of myself, I moan. I am being seduced and am unable to move to stop your hands as they strip me. What is this? "No, please," I beg, then velvet darkness.
"No peeking," you order. I won't. Still standing, my knees give way as you begin to whisper your endearments, enticements, inducements and indictments. Making me spread my feet further apart, you tell me, "I know how hot you are." Again I moan as you firmly take hold of each wrist. You are not hurting me. But, my struggle would be wasted . You speak to me soothingly, consolingly.
I try to calm myself, try to think. But, you'll not have it. Your voice is again firmly inside my head as you sweetly cup my face in your left hand, taking both wrists into your right hand. "Stand still," you say. I obey. I am shaking. You know I'm fighting the fear, trying to trust. You croon , seducing me into acceptance, acquiescence. My hands are bound. "Now, put your hands behind your head and keep them there." Obedience.
Silence. Stillness. No scent of you, only incense provocative. Am I cold? Is it fear? I tell myself to stop shivering, but I can't. Subtle movement behind me, I feel your presence now. I sense your scrutiny as you circle me. I'm am flushed with shame. How close are you? I gasp as you steadily, firmly, pinch my teats through silk, my shirt the only clothing left me, a last remnant of dignity. I endure your fist clenched tightly in my hair, while with a master's touch you tease my aching teats, sucking them through my shirt. Two of your fingers enter my cunt. My womb suddenly aches. I am lost, spiraling into the heat.
You bind me to the staircase banister, not on tiptoe, not quite flat footed. You are sharing your "thoughts," on the matter; the matter of your captive, me. My entire being seems to be in your hands. "Admit you will do whatever I fancy. By the time I'm done, you will want to be fucked, and badly, whatever it takes." First ominous, then coaxing, your voice seduces my soul, your fingers my body. Throbbing in need, I try not to whimper, but do. You laugh as I squirm. "Some of your appetites might surprise you!" No, oh no. What will you ask of me? You grab my shirt and I hear buttons ripping, fabric tearing away. "Lick me." Your fingers invade my mouth. "Suck on them. Suck. Yes." Saliva slippery fingers tease my poor hard nipples. Erect, they betray me. Ow! Pinching, tugging, tweaking. Juices flow, juices I thought lost long ago. Small animal sounds escape my lips.
I feel you working something onto my nipples. First one, then the other. As you tug again, the little nooses tighten. My poor hard nipples, no mercy now. My adornment subtly sways, weighing down my breasts. I sense you standing back, admiring your handiwork. "Elbows out. That's better." I will die of exposure. Quivering, I wait.
"You know, I haven't told you that you could not speak. Why so silent?" But I cannot speak. From nowhere, my nipples are again squeezed hard. I cry out. "Is that all you have to say?" What can I say? Beg to be released? Ah, sweet release. Your wet tongue laps at my nipples. Wet lips are sucking and licking, each breast in turn, faster, sloppier, until both are nearly dripping. Then you are gone. Gone. Only the ceiling fan, fanning my wet nipples into hard little nubs.
When next you speak, I follow your voice as again I feel you circling me, examining, memorizing. Softly, seriously, you say, "I feel I must tell you something." Standing close, now, "Before this night is over, I will give you a climax to remember for all time. It's up to you. Be strong. Have patience. Because you only get one." My desire addled brain is confused. I murmur something inarticulate. "You might want to take a deep breath." I hold my breath. "I'm offering you an opportunity. But, if you start to come before I give you permission, I'll leave you bound and unsatisfied. I'll remove your blindfold and make you watch as I shoot my cum. Not on you. You won't even get that. I'll take care of myself and be done with you." You again insert fingers into my mouth and cunt. Your tongue in my ear, I fear I will cum instantly on the spot.
Mercifully, you stop before I embarrass myself. "But first," you whisper, as you begin to stroke my hair, face and neck. I feel you drape something around my neck. A necklace? No, a strap. I can feel you working with the buckle. A collar! "Here, this will help…" and next I hear a snap and realize that my bound wrists are now firmly secured to a ring on the collar. "Now you won't have to remember to keep your arms up. You can concentrate on other things. Like this…" I feel your hands on my hips and groan.
You cup my mound in your hand and press firmly upward as I moan again. Next I feel your slippery tongue lapping at my cunt. I moan and thrust my hips forward, yearning to feel your tongue on my swollen clit. Chuckling as you pull away, "Now, now." Powerless to resist, I cannot even pretend to maintain any dignity. I am your slut. And, you know it. "Better pace yourself, my dear. I have a long evening planned for you, unless you forget to control yourself. Then we're done, remember?"
"I remember," I whisper. You give my nipple chain a quick tug and spin me around so that I am facing the wall and staircase.
"Step back," I am told. "Spread those legs apart. I never said you could relax your stance!" I am quick to comply. "Now, lean forward and place your palms against the wall."
As soon as this is done I hear you take a deep breath. Cloaked in darkness as I am, my ears are already adjusting and compensating for my blindness. But, there's no subtlety to the next sound I hear. I feel the sting on my ass simultaneously as the slap rings in the air, then another. My ass cheeks are suddenly on fire. Oh my God. I am in pain and frightened, but to my chagrin, I can feel the juices run down the inside of my thigh. How can I be so aroused by something so terrifying? I can't tell if the slaps are actually coming harder, or if my poor bottom is just so tender to each blow now. Over time you have covered my ass with your swats, hitting first one spot then another. We are both panting, you from your exertions. Please stop soon, I pray. You stop, only to grab my pussy. "Oh-ho! What's this? Cunt juice? I give you pain and you give me your hot, wet cunt. A fair trade," you laugh. Tears are running down my face. I try to control the sobbing that racks me. I feel one more resounding smack on each cheek, then your fingers in my mouth, forcing me to taste my own juices.
Coming up behind me, you encircle me in an embrace. I can feel your rock hard cock against my tender ass. Again, I can't help but respond, leaning into you, wanting desperately to grind my burning ass against your dick. "Stop!" you demand. I stand still, waiting. "Turn around." I spin around, off balance, but upheld by the tether. I hear you open a drawer and close it again. My mind is racing. Not seeing my surroundings, my imagination runs riot. What now, I wonder.
I can sense your nearness again. Then I feel the most delicious sensations. Warm, fragrant oil is pouring over me, trickling down over my shoulders and back. I feel your finger making little circles around my nipples as the oil runs down over my breasts and belly, finding its way into my slit. At the same time I feel oil oozing over my ass and into my crack. Now the oil runs down my legs. The sensation tickles and soothes at the same time. I've forgotten all about pain.
I feel you grasp my ankles. For a moment I am again off balance. But, I steady as I feel you massage the oil into my skin. "Lift your left foot." How exquisite, the way you caress my toes, arch and heel. "Now, the other foot," wooing me with this erotic seduction. Fear and pain are gone and I trust again. Slowly, you move your hands up my legs, rubbing and kneading as you goes. The warm oil has been soothing to my raw ass, but as you begin to knead my cheeks, the pain and pleasure blend into pure fiery heat.
