Tenth in a series
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I awake to darkness. The morning lights seeps in around the edges of the silk scarf tied over my eyes. Similar scarves bind my wrists to the bedposts, my arms stretched wide above my head. I lie on my back and try and steady my breathing while I wait, listening.
I strain to hear anyone else in the room, but there is no sound. My mind drifts back to the only other time I awoke tied to a bed. It was the first time I ever experienced bondage, back when I was a sophomore in college. I had a brief glimpse of the woman who tied me before she blindfolded me. She proceeded to tease and pleasure me at length, bringing me to the edge repeatedly, before an unseen man plunged his cock into me and brought me to a spectacular orgasm. The experience awakened me to the thrill of bondage, and for a long time after that I was a high-end sub, then an even more highly paid dominatrix. My career in the sex trade ended when I married my husband four years ago.
Now, here, I am tied again. I agreed to this awhile ago, but I didn't know when, or where, it would occur. I listen for the sound of my husband, but there is still only silence. Over the course of our marriage, I have slowly introduced him to the world of bondage, first as my sub, then as a partner in several domination sessions. He knows I prefer the role of dominatrix, but he also knows what it feels like to be a sub and have no control over what is done to your body. It has been a long time since I have felt that myself, and he has taken it upon himself to again give me the experience of being dominated.
I feel the presence of someone in my bedroom before I actually hear any sound. I am certain that I am being watched. I focus all of my attention, but for a few moments nothing happens. Then I feel the sheet covering my body being pulled away. I am wearing only a short, strapless nightgown, my legs bare, my nipples covered only by the thin fabric. I wait, feeling the eyes on my body. After a long moment the gown is pulled down, first over my breasts, then slowly down over my legs. I have been tied and naked countless times, of course, but being blindfolded always enhances the feeling. All my nerve endings are alive, awaiting whatever is in store for me.
It is when my ankles are tied to the bedposts at the foot of the bed that I realize the hands tying me are not my husband's. I am suddenly spread naked and helpless in a room with a complete stranger. My breathing quickens.
"Who are you?" I whisper.
"Someone who wants to awaken you again." It is a woman's voice, soft and breathy.
I briefly wonder if it is the same woman who pleasured me that first time, but that seems highly unlikely. I sense her presence near my face, and then feel her lips on mine with a soft and sensuous kiss. Her tongue briefly and gently pushes into my mouth, but the probe is tentative, and only the tips of our tongues touch. It is a loving kiss, and I am immediately aroused. I try and kiss her harder, but her lips pull away from mine.
I test my bonds, but my body is stretched tight, almost taut. My breathing slows as I wait for what is coming next. I feel something soft and light, perhaps a feather, touch the inside of my thigh. Then it is on the side of my hip, the underside of my foot, my stomach, the inside of my arm, down along my rib cage, always moving, always light and feathery. I shiver slightly, never knowing what will be touched next. The feather continues its journey over my naked body, touching almost everything except my breasts and my pussy. It is an exquisite tease.
When the feather stops moving over me, I arch my back slightly, almost involuntarily. I'm certain the woman is smiling at my need. I feel her move away from the bed, and I wait and wonder what she will do next. After a few moments, a soft oil-covered brush touches my right breast, tracing slow circles around the nipple. The brush moves to the other breast, still avoiding the nipple. But even without direct stimulation, they are erect and hard, awaiting whatever the woman has in store for them.
When the brush moves to my pussy lips, I groan. It moves up and down, stroking softly, sliding and caressing, circling around my opening. I push against it, but the woman pulls it away and I moan. My nerve endings are tingling, but my clit has still not been touched. Then the brush moves away.
"Let me see you," I say softly.
In response, the woman fingers my nipples. She rolls them between her thumbs and forefingers, twisting, pulling. The direct stimulation causes my breath to catch. She continues to caress my nipples, and I arch my back again, wanting her. Then she pinches them, hard, and I gasp. It is the first time she has caused me pain, and I brace for the clamps that I am sure will follow.
Instead, I hear the sound of a crop swinging through the air. The sudden sharp pain on the inside of my right thigh shocks me, and I cry out. The crop returns again and again to the same spot, the pain stinging and shooting through my body. Then the woman whips my other thigh, and my legs start to quiver under the onslaught. When the whipping stops, I think that the pain is over, but then the woman swings the crop hard against my tender clit.
"Fuck!" I yell.
The intense pain radiates throughout my body, and I whimper and try and move away from the crop. I expect the whipping to continue and I do what I can to prepare. The pain still burns like fire, but in my agony I notice that my juices are dripping out of me and down my ass crack. My mind is saying no, but my body is saying yes.
I grit my teeth, waiting for the torture to continue. Instead, I hear the telltale buzz of a vibrator. I can't see it, but it sounds like a Hitachi, and my mind tries to adjust away from pain to the pleasure I anticipate. Or perhaps there will be both, simultaneously, something I always tried to give my subs. It's been awhile since I have experienced that kind of torment, and I feel my pussy clench in anticipation.
The woman makes me wait, and my breathing becomes shallow. The expectation of what I will feel is almost as strong as the feeling itself. My mind goes off in all directions, and I am lost, unmoored, before the touch of the vibrator on my clit makes me jump and focuses my attention like a laser. It is light and gentle, barely touching me, then moves into my pussy lips and does slow circles. I squirm, trying for more contact, and my mouth opens. The vibrator moves back and forth between my pussy and my bud, and I feel the orgasm building inexorably. The woman is experienced, teasing me expertly, keeping me on the edge and making time expand. My body undulates, I push my hips up, and I start to pant.
The woman stops moving the Hitachi and holds it hard against my throbbing clit. I am about to cum, just a few more seconds. My mouth opens wide in an O, and then...it stops.
"Oh God," I cry. "No, don't stop. Please!"
The woman does not respond. I thrash and moan, hovering on the brink, begging for release. My pussy is soaked, dripping, waiting for more.
Nothing happens for a long moment, and I feel the orgasm start to ebb. Then I sense the woman between my legs, and I feel her tongue gently brush my pussy lips. She licks and kisses my cunt, moving up and down between my lips and occasionally pushing her tongue into my vagina. I am instantly brought back to the edge, and I try and push against the source of my pleasure. The woman licks my clit, stops, then licks again, teasing and keeping me so very close. My breathing is ragged, my whole body vibrating with relentless need.
When the mouth moves away from my pussy, I groan. I try not to beg, but I can't help myself. When I feel the woman free my ankles from the bedposts, I move my legs. Then my right leg is bent back and my ankle is secured to the post above my wrist. When the woman does the same with my left leg, I am bent double, my ass and pussy in the air. I am spread obscenely wide, vulnerable to a woman I have never met or even seen, and a wave of fear washes over me.
