Early morning dappled sunlight filters into the room through the window to the left of the bed. A warm breeze comes through the open window on the other side. The bed is positioned between them with thin posts extending up about two feet at each corner of the frame. On the bed a girl sleeps. Her arms are flung akimbo above her head, and her wavy reddish brown hair is fanned out on the pillow behind her. The expression on her face is relaxed, almost angelic. Her lips are slightly parted. Only a sheet covers her body.
A woman moves out of the shadows and stands at the foot of the bed. She is clad only in a short red chemise that stops well above her knees and exposes her shapely legs. Her blond hair falls to her shoulders. She is not tall, but her body is lean and tight and fit. The look in her dark brown eyes is sultry as she gazes at the girl on the bed. This promises to be a lot of fun, she muses.
The woman walks silently around the bed and drops a bag on the chair under the window. She pulls out a rope and moves to the corner of the bed. She slowly slips the noose around the girl's outstretched wrist, then ties it off at the post as quietly as possible. The girl stirs, and the woman holds her breath. Then the woman moves around the bed to the opposite corner with another piece of rope. She slips the noose around the girl's other wrist, and slowly pulls her arm toward the post. As she is tying it off, the girl's eyes flutter open with a start. It takes a moment for the girl to realize her situation. The girl's grey-green eyes stare up at the woman in fear. Her mouth opens in alarm, and the woman puts her finger to the girl's lips.
"Don't speak," she says softly.
The girl closes her mouth, but her body starts to tremble. Her mind tries to make sense of what is happening. And then, dimly, she remembers the website. As a college sophomore the girl is not sexually inexperienced, but her recent encounters have been disappointing. A few months ago she had been online and came across a website which promised sexual adventure and excitement, an awakening of sorts. She had been intrigued and filled out the questionnaire about her fantasies and desires. Without much thought or hesitation, she had clicked on submit, mostly unaware that that was exactly what she was agreeing to do. But then time had gone by without anything happening, and she had almost forgotten about it. Now, she realizes, her fantasies are about to become reality.
The woman pulls the rope tighter to the post, but still allowing the girl some freedom to move her arms. She moves back to the foot of the bed and gazes at the girl's outstretched arms for a moment, then slowly pulls back the sheet to reveal the girls' body. Her long, slender legs stretch out before her. She is wearing a cream-colored camisole, tied in front, and a pale purple thong with ties on the sides. The woman smiles and thinks to herself, this will be easy. She won't even need the scissors at the bottom of her bag.
The woman goes back to her bag and removes two more pieces of rope. The girl puts up a feeble resistance before understanding that she cannot escape. The woman slips the rope around her left ankle and ties it off at the post. She repeats this at her right ankle, pulling her legs wide apart. She leaves enough slack in the ropes for the girl to have some movement in her legs, but the girl is spread eagle and vulnerable to whatever the woman wishes to do with her. Mostly she is afraid, but some part of her is excited as well. The woman smiles at her, then returns to the bag and pulls out a blindfold. The girl shakes her head with alarm, but again becomes resigned to her situation. As she puts it on the girl, the woman thinks it is a shame to cover up those beautiful eyes.
A man stands in the far corner of the room. He is watching the girl and the woman intently. He is naked, and he is slowly stroking his cock in anticipation of what he will see.
The woman lightly touches the girl's ankle, then slowly trails her fingers up her leg and along the tender flesh at the inside of the girl's thigh. She does the same on the other leg, stopping just short of the thong. Then she does slow, lazy circles around the edge of the thong. The girl feels herself start to get wet. The woman lingers on the thong a moment, lightly brushing the girl's clit before moving her hand up and across the girl's bare midriff. Her fingers move still higher, over the thin fabric of the camisole. The girl's nipples are prominent, and the woman flicks them with her thumb. The girl's breath catches in her throat.
Then the woman moves her hands to the strings of the camisole and slowly unties them. The garment falls open, exposing the girl's perfect breasts. They are not large, but they are round and perfectly proportioned. The areoles are raised slightly from the soft skin of her breasts, and the pink nipples are the size of pencil erasers. The woman is certain she can make them larger and harder, and her gaze lingers on them before her hands move down to the ties at the sides of the girl's thong. She unties them one by one, then excruciatingly slowly pulls the thong down. The girl's pussy is shaved clean save for a small expanse of curly hair just above the hood of her clit. The woman pulls the thong out from under the girl's ass and notices with satisfaction how wet her pussy lips have become. The girl's body displayed before her is gorgeously beautiful, naked, tied, spread and vulnerable. The woman feels herself becoming wet as she stares. The girl shivers and moans.
The woman returns to the bag, this time pulling out a brush and a small jar of oil. The brush is fine-tipped, like an artist's brush, and she dips it into the oil. She moves back to the edge of the bed and begins to trace circles around the outside of the girl's left breast with the brush. She continues to circle, each time coming a little closer to the areola but never touching it. She watches as the girl's breathing becomes shallow. Finally she touches the areola, still circling but not touching the nipple. Then the brush circles the nipple lightly before touching its tip. The woman watches the nipple grow and harden. She repeats this on the girl's other breast, taking her time before the brush reaches the nipple. The girl mews and pushes her breast up to increase the contact, but the woman pulls the brush away.