I wake up in a room. It is very dark, yet I can hear the crackle of fire on either side of me. A fireplace or sconces on the wall, perhaps. I must be blindfolded, that is why it is so dark. I shake my head. Try to dislodge the blindfold. It is too firmly tied, allowing no light in at all. I have just my ears and nose for senses. My arms are tied behind my back. Encased in some sort of glove so that I cannot feel my fingers touching each other. My elbows are bent so that my palms are cupping the opposing elbow, forcing my shoulders into a straight posture, and my breasts to protrude out in front of my body. I am resting on my bottom in some sort of hard chair. My legs are tied as well... bent at the knee with a rope around my thigh and calf to keep them tightly bound. The rope on either side of my knee is then pulled outward and anchored so that my thighs are spread very wide apart. I am tilted back at an angle so that most of my weight is being supported by my ass, although my pussy is exposed to the air. I can feel the cool air there. As I become more aware of my surroundings, I realize that, except for the gloves on my arms, I am entirely naked, exposed, vulnerable. I have an object in my mouth... round, slippery, lodged behind my teeth so that I cannot push it out nor close my mouth. It is also tied behind my head securely. I hear the squeak of the door opening... and closing. Footsteps from across the room... the sound of clothing being removed. Buttons, zippers, shoes clunking to the floor. Then silence. I hear someone clear their throat, cough a bit, and know that He is male. After a brief pause, I become aware of the smell of cologne somewhere close to me... in front of me. Is he standing there? Watching me? Looking at my body? I begin to squirm as much as I can in my bindings, try to mumble my protest, begin to fight the ropes. "Be still, or face the consequences," said in a deep, firm voice. I stop moving immediately, turn my head toward the source... somewhere to the right of me.
"If you continue to resist, what I do to you and for how long I do it will be worse than you can imagine." I can feel my chest rise and fall with fear. My stomach muscles clench involuntarily, wondering what it is he means by "worse". What could be worse than being bound in a strange place, blindfolded, and naked in front of a stranger? Then my mind did imagine what it could be, and I began to tremble. One small sob escaped my gag, and tears began to fall past the blindfold and run down my cheeks. I quieted them... began to talk myself down from the edge of panic, still breathing heavily, heart pounding. I didn't want him to know how afraid I was. I hear him say, "I've watched you. From afar, I've seen you come home late at night, turn your lights on after entering your house, and if you forget to close your blinds, witness you disrobe in your bedroom. You have a beautiful body. You are a beautiful woman, yet you have no man in your life. I know what you need, my Pet. I will give to you what you need, even if you are not aware of the need yourself. And you will be begging me for release before this night is done." I hear movement in the room... some mechanical noises, and then suddenly the sound of a motor, followed quickly by the feel of cool air washing over me. A fan. You've turn on a fan, and directed the air to flow over me. I feel my nipples grow hard. Despite the fear, I feel a tightening in my groin... my pussy lips spasm suddenly, and a fluttery feeling lies in my tummy. This causes me to quiet down and stop moving. As if He knew it would. I feel a finger, warm, mildly calloused, flick my right nipple. My breathing increases, and I draw in a breath, as my left nipple is then flicked. I try to draw back, but the device I am bound to prevents me from doing that.
I hear, "Do not be afraid. I will not hurt you... too much".
I feel my nipples, both of them, being squeezed at the same time... pinched lightly, and then harder as they are pulled gently up. He releases them at the same time. Causing my breasts to jiggle, and my nipples to again become pellets. It wasn't painful, not much anyway. I hear him snicker... as if he knows that what he is doing would cause my nipples to respond even more to his touch. Those feelings, those spasms, in my pussy begin to become more frequent. I can't seem to help it. I feel his fingers trailing down my flat tummy, encircle my belly button, and travel downward more... then stop... and then nothing. I wonder if he is done. Mildly disappointed (and shocked at my own thoughts) that this might be the end. But then I feel his hand warmly cup my pussy, press a bit there. And then one of his fingers bends upward, barely entering my pussy. I hear another snicker.
"You're wet, my dear. That is good. I'll bet you're surprised that I know your body so well." His hand is gone, but I hear him nearby... standing in front me still... our faces seem nearly on the same level, so this device must be high off the floor since my legs are bound up. I feel his fingers grasp my right labia, and then something pinching there. Then another pinch... and another. It feels like clamps or clothespins. He does this to the left labia. Three clamps on either side. I hear him say, "tsk tsk... we'll work up to four and five, but three will do for now".
After all of the clamps are on, I feel a tugging. All three clamps on the right labia are being pulled outward. He must have chains or twine on the ends of them. I can feel him tie them to the right thigh. He then proceeds to the left labia. He pulls and ties them to the left thigh. My pussy lips are now pulled wide open, leaving nothing to the imagination of my Captor. He sees me splayed open before Him. I hear Him say, "Very nice, my pet." I hear more noises. Metal chains clanking. And then feel my right nipple being clamped tightly. I whimper a bit. It stings so much. I know what's coming and grimace as he does the same with the left nipple, my breath hissing through my nose.
"You'll get used to it, my pet... and even worse as time goes by."
He is right, in a way. My nipples begin to feel numb... the pain isn't as biting as it was at first. I am just beginning to feel that this won't be so bad, when I feel a pulling on the clamps of both nipples. They are being pulled downward. Something heavy swings onto my chest periodically, and I understand that a weight has been added to a chain that connects the clamps. Now the sting is back... and again my breath is drawn in through my nose and I wimper and try to say "please, no more." I hear him snicker again. I hear a switch flick, and my chair begins to tilt forward. I am tightly bound to it, so my body stays put. After my head and chest are tilted slightly forward, the chair begins to lower toward the ground... and then stop. I can smell his cologne close by again.
"I'm going to remove your gag... If you say one word, I will add weight to your nipple chain and I will pull those pussy clamps tighter... It is up to you." I feel hands behind my head. The buckle is loosened, and the gag is removed from my mouth. My jaw aches from the forced position, so I begin to move it about to stretch out the muscles. My impulse is to begin screaming, but I refrain, remembering what he said about increasing my pain.
"Now, my Pet. You will address me as Master, and speak only when I ask a question or tell you it is okay for you to do so. I am going to place my cock very close to your face. I want you to begin to kiss it. To lick it and make me ready for you. Is that understood?"
I cannot speak. I've never been in this situation before... "Ahhhhhhhggghhh"
I feel a weight being added to my nipple chain, causing them to sting all over again.
"Is that understood, Slave," you say?
"Yes, yes, Mmmaster... it is understood."
"Very well then. Begin."
I feel a warmth directly in front of me. Your body is blocking the cool air from the fan directly in front of me. I can still feel it on my legs, breasts, and exposed pussy. I smell your musky scent, and move my face foward to feel where you are. My nose is tickled by your pubic hair and my lips can feel the beginning of your shaft. You are semi hard. I follow the shaft to the tip using my tongue. I apply my lips to the tip of your cock and kiss you there. Using slight suction and my tongue to swirl around, around, and just behind the tip, where I know most men are more sensitive. I feel you push yourself toward me and I know this must mean that you want me to take you further inside of my mouth. So I swirl my tongue around the base of your cockhead, just past the lip of it, and moisten that part of you... withdraw a bit... and then further. Swirl my tongue again... another half inch... out again, and then again. Deeper each time, making your cock and shaft wetter so that it slides into my mouth easier, so that my lips slide as they tighten on the withdraw. Your cock is beginning to touch the back of my throat, yet I cannot feel the end of the shaft hit my nose. I begin to worry about gagging. I've never liked men to go much further than where you are at right now. I can feel your hands on the back of my head, guiding your cock back and forth into my mouth, using your own rhythm.
"Relax your throat, slave," I hear you say. "If you vomit, you'll clean it up when we're done."
My eyes water a bit. Feeling the head of your cock push further to the back of my throat. You are rock hard now. And I do not know when the end of your shaft will meet my lips. I force myself to relax my throat and not breathe through my mouth, and I feel you--the tip of your cock--slips down my throat, and I want to gag but fight it. Your rhythm is faster. I can hear you breathe heavily and groan occasionally. I hear you say, "That's it, pet... relax your throat. Do not gag. That's it, baby... oh yes... Mmmmmmm."
I hold my breath on each plunge down my throat, and breathe through my nose upon your withdrawal. Your thrusts are becoming longer, slower, deeper. I sense you are nearing your orgasm. You suddenly stop thrusting, and leave your cock buried in my throat. I can feel, with my tongue, your cum travel up your shaft in pulse after pulse. You are holding my head in your hands, fully imbedded in my mouth, and you begin to groan in your own agony of feeling. I concentrate on holding my breath. I can feel my face begin to turn red. I am ready to burst and try to pull backward, pull you away and out of my throat, but you hold firm and I begin to fade.
