Her instructions arrived by email earlier in the day. She has memorised them but nervously rereads the email in anticipation of his arrival.. Repeatedly she checks that she has prepared all of the requested items. She knows it is important to do exactly as instructed. She is to open the door without looking at who is there, turn to face back into the house and wait to be instructed. Then she must make her way into the dining room...... she almost jumps out of her skin at the sound of the doorbell. A quick glance at the clock confirms it is time for Master to arrive arrival.
She runs out into the hall and stops for a split second to compose herself. Closing her eyes tightly she unlatches the door and turns around as she opens it. Taking two small steps forward still with her eyes closed tight she stops in anticipation. The email did not say how she would be instructed. She strained to hear what was happening. The cool air from outside gently moved her silk nightshirt as she stood still in the hallway.
The door latched closed with a loud click and was followed by another familiar quieter click. The security lock had been engaged to make sure they could not be disturbed. She trembled in anticipation. What would happen next? Would she know when to move?
This was all new. Her master usually had her greet him and take his coat but this is all different. Her mind raced with thoughts but was brought to focus by the feel of a hand on the back of her neck. It gripped the collar of her shiny black shirt. Something cold touched against the back of her neck and then it started. Her shirt slackened from the top to the bottom and there was a faint tearing sound. The shirt gently caressed her naked body as it effortlessly fell to the floor. She felt it land on her feet. Instinct built a need to run but the instructions bound her to the spot. Just as she was about to give in to the need to turn and look she felt a hand on the top of her head. A snug fitting blindfold was pulled down over her eyes and the strap could be felt all round her head. No point in turning now. Feelings of excitement intertwined with total panic. Master has never been like this. Is this Master? Anyone could have been at the door. She has not seen them. They have said nothing, They can't be identified now. She took refuge in her ability to identify her master when he instructs her to proceed. It will be ok then, she will know for certain.
She feels the presence of her Master very close but not touching her. He is usually very tactile and gives her a hug. This is all alien but it is what he has instructed her to do. She can't help twitching as she feels a hand stroke down her face. Pausing at her chin she is guided to open her mouth. Master insists on total control so she willingly opens feeling a finger explore her teeth and the end of her tongue. Just as she is about to explore the finger with her soft moist tongue it is gone and then the surprise. Her mouth is suddenly full. A ball gag is pushed into place and the straps fitted tightly behind her head. There is no mistaking the intent of this gag. It is not some cheap toy. It fills her mouth but is not uncomfortable. She can moan but there is no chance of talking. Master has never done this before. What's going on? Is this him? Is this someone else? She so wants to ask but no way now.
Suddenly there is a loud click of fingers just by her left ear. A feeling of desperate helplessness fills her as she realises this is the signal to move on. There is no voice to confirm the identity of her captor. The email instructions were clear. She imagined that she would be able to see but everything is dark and there is no way to question, not that master likes unnecessary questions. Master's email instructions must be followed. She reaches out with her hands to find the walls and slowly, carefully, makes her way into the doorway of the dining room. The house is so familiar but the sudden restrictions make her self-conscious and feel clumsy. In what seemed an eternity she locates the dining table where she has prepared the items specified in the email. Moving round to an appropriate position she kneels to the floor. Feeling in the dark she identifies the ropes she fitted to the table legs earlier in the day. One rope secured to each ankle using a loop in the end of the rope. Using the table to balance she stood up with the loose ropes on the floor about her feet. The instructions were clear about this too. She now wraps her ankles around each rope until the ropes are tight and her feet spread wide apart.
This is where the instructions ended. Anything now is just as Master decides. The thought crosses her mind that she has restrained herself in a room, blindfolded and gagged but is not certain of who is there. This must be Master, surely he would not give her away to another. But maybe. He is not behaving as she knows Master to be. Gloved hands take her by the wrists from behind and place her hands on the table palms down. It is clear that this is where they are intended to stay. She feels the person move to the side of her and slide her hands further onto the table forcing her to bend forwards over the table but not rest on it.
Her whole body erupts into a shivering wave of goose bumps as she feels a very delicate touch of fingers move from the top of her shoulders across her neck onto the opposite shoulder and then down her back. The wave started at the point of contact and travelled down her back round her sides and then up across her chest focusing on a hard erection of her nipples. Her heart beat was racing now with excitement, anticipation and the dilemma of not knowing if this is Master or not. Either way she feels submission overtaking her. She is now slave to whoever this is.
Submission
Next she felt an intoxicating mixture of fear and anticipation. The very special feeling that draws her to BDSM. Not knowing what master has planned or the mood master is in. She could be in for a soft soothing cosy comfortable time full of pleasure and erotic ecstasy. If master is in a sadistic mood she could be in for pain of any sort until it hurts so much that she is filled with a wild endorphin rush that brings a whole new level of ecstasy. There is nothing to do but wait and see.
The sudden feel of delicate finger tips touching her smooth shaven pubic area causes a sharp intake of breath. He has made physical contact. Her mind focuses on the gentle tender touch as the fingers slowly and lightly drag backwards. Barely touching her at all as they find their way over her pussy, exploring her lips before sliding up and over the tight clenched muscle of her arsehole and then vanish away again. The rotating of her hips to keep the contact of the fingers was an involuntary move curving her back down and exposing her pussy as much as possible from behind.
A pounding heart beat thunders against the inside of her ribs. The blood in her veins throbbing with life as her level of excitement rises. She feels a deep flush fill her face. It doesn't show yet but she knows that her pussy is getting wet as her body begins to beg for an invasion.
The hand returns to cover her pussy. This time a firm press of the palm and fingers against her. An involuntary tense of her stomach thrust her hips forward grinding her clit against the hand. Responding to this initiative a couple of fingers and a thumb firmly grasped her lips in a painful pinch and drew them back until her hips pushed back as far as the restrained ankles would let them. The gag muffled a shocked squeal into insignificance. Her erect nipples touch the cold surface of the table causing another shiver to travel down her back.
The fingers release the lips and caress the pussy in a circular motion over the clitoris with enough contact to encourage the lips to separate revealing how wet the inside of her pussy is. She is very aroused and now the gag is effectively muffling groans of pleasure as a vibrator is firmly pressed in between her lips and against her clitoris. She collapses onto the table trying to fight the ankle ropes that are now trying to pull her back. Her hands slide to the far edge of the table where she curls he fingers over the edge to prevent her from sliding back off the table and onto the floor..
The excitement intensifies as she feels the vibrator slide backwards from her clit. She feels her wet sopping lips engulfing the vibrator as it slides back right to the entrance of her pussy. Her body now begging for the penetration that she anticipates. It matters no more to her who this is. Her body now has a need driven by the purity of lust. She is ready to be taken and wants to be taken. She feels fingers parting her lips and preparing her pussy for penetration, this is it, Master's cock is going to fill her with pleasure she told herself. Muffled groans begged for him to penetrate her. She felt the penetration but its not right, not what she expected, not Master's cock but something. Something cool, something slim. Her pussy begging for the penetration it desires gripped and tugged at this object. Not a cock at all, don't know what it is but way too small to satisfy. She can feel it there but only just. This is not going to satisfy. A feeling of lustful frustration was interrupted as something bit into her pussy lips. Some sort of clamp going on. The first bites with a sharp pain that quickly dulls to a sore ache. Then a second, third, fourth, fifth. The surprise of change from the pleasure to pain caused a scream, stifled in her mouth by the ball gag. Whatever was in her pussy is staying there now with her lips held tightly together.