I found myself collapsing into a hard, wooden chair. The finish was cold against my bare skin. It only took you a minute to secure each of my forearms and wrists to the arms of the chair, each ankle to the legs, and finally my thighs to where the arms met the seat, so that my legs were spread. I pulled against the restraints and found them so tight that I couldn't move a fraction of an inch. I felt myself get wetter knowing that I was so completely at your will now.
"Squirm all you want. You're not going anywhere." I heard you say just over my shoulder before I was plunged into absolute silence by the noise canceling headphones you placed over my ears. Gentle instrumental music began to play in my ears. You smoothed the hair on top of my head and then you were gone. Unable to hear, see, or feel you, I was entirely unsure of what to expect next.
My inability to perceive anything in the room left me overwhelmed by even the slightest touch. Every so often I would feel you brush your fingertips lightly along my chest or my stomach. My muscles would flinch under your hands. Once you ever so slightly ran your fingers up my thigh and between my legs. I thought I might come on the spot, arching my hips into you, but you pulled your hand away quickly and were gone again. As I writhed under your gentle torture, I felt something else drag along the tops of my thighs. I furrowed my brow trying to figure it out, but knew instantly when the cane came down hard across the tops of my thighs. I couldn't even hear my own voice cry out. The music continued to play, gentle and quiet in contrast the sharp, quick blows you delivered to my thighs and occasionally across my shins. I took deep slow breaths and felt the endorphins fill my chest with every lash. I fruitlessly pulled against the restraints that still didn't give at all. I felt the welts start to rise on my skin, but you didn't let up, beating me harder still. One particular lash came down so hard that my voice finally broke when I screamed. You paused for a moment and I felt your hand in mine. I squeezed your fingers to let you know I was okay. You continued to beat me finishing what you started, until I my chest was heaving under gasping breaths.
You were gone for a moment and when you returned I felt your hand between my legs. I couldn't hear myself whimper the word "please" over and over, begging you to let me come. I was so wet that it took no effort at all for your fingers to slide inside of me. I felt a loud moan in my throat. My hips rocked against your hand as much as they could with my thighs tied down as they were. Your thumb traced circles around my clit. I had been on the edge of coming for what felt like hours, so it took almost no time before I arched my back and pulled against the restraints on my arms as my whole body shook with pleasure. I screamed your name but heard nothing, every sound I made for your ears only. When I finished, you took the headphones off first, then the blindfold. Even I was surprised to find my eyes wet with tears that the blindfold had caught. You wiped what was left of them away with your thumbs then ran your fingers through my hair.
"You did so well."
Still out of breath, all I could do was smile back at the words I had been looking forward to all night.
