The ties hold my naked body completely still across the bed. A beautiful design that my Sir created with the ropes binding my arms above me, winding through my dirty blonde hair, around my large breasts and over my hips. I can move my legs but his words telling me to "be still" freeze me in place almost as well as the ropes do.
It's semi-dark in the room and I'm alone, but I know not for long. Sir has told me that tonight I will submit to him in ways I never have before. It's a little scary, but I trust my Sir and try to relax. My sore ass cheeks from the long spanking he gave me over his knee just before being tied up remind me to behave and actually help me focus and relax a bit.
After what may have been a minute or an hour, my Sir came in and I smiled with excitement to see him. He bent over me, smiled, and gently kissed my lips. His cologne smelled masculine and musky.
"I have a surprise for you my sweet," he said. He removed his tie and wrapped it around my head, covering my eyes. The cool silk of the tie felt so sensual while plunging me into darkness. My sense of fear grew, but his scent remained. It comforted me a bit.
After tying off the knot behind my head, his hands trail feathers-light over my neck, down my large tits where he began to play gently with them, circling over my hard nipples and around the soft roundness. More comforting than arousing, the sensations made me feel like his hands were the only things in the world. A soft sigh escaped.
One hand wandered down to my pussy and he circled around it, before he suddenly plunged two fingers deep inside, catching me off-guard. Unerringly he touched my g-spot and I couldn't catch my breath. Then both of his hands withdrew and I heard what sounded like him licking his fingers.
"So tasty. But tonight this is not for you." He said huskily. "You've been such a Good Girl, and now I need you to be a Good Girl for me again. Tonight we are going to push you to confront one of your fears." My breathing instantly changed to a faster pace, I began to break out in a thin sheer sweat across my body. His hand settled on my soft stomach in a calming gesture. "I will stay in this room and will not leave you. I will always be here to protect you, but as your Owner, I need to have complete control. You will trust me, yes?" Slowly I forced myself to calm down and hesitantly nodded.
"No cumming unless I say so," he commanded.
With that, he withdrew his hand and I heard him walk across the room.
"Come in. My slut is ready for you," he said in a happy, welcoming voice. Quietly I heard the sound of a shirt being removed, of a zipper being pulled down to the stop. My Sir settled into the armchair next to the bed, I could hear him sinking into the soft leather as I imagined him crossing his legs and steepling his fingers.
"Tits first," he directed.
An unknown mouth, hot and wet, latched onto my left nipple, fingers pulled and touched the other.
That is when I realized that there is a man touching me, a man who is not my Dom! I began to panic and strained against the ropes to pull as far away as my bonds allow.
"Be Still Slut! Obey me!" He said angrily. With some difficulty I tried not to move, although my breathing remained too fast and I shook slightly.
"Pinch her tit. She loves it, make her focus on the pleasure," he said almost conversationally to the unknown man.
My left nipple is pinched and pulled hard. The right one is encapsulated in a hot, wet mouth, and gentle fingers roam all around my body, teasing my body awake despite my fears. The pinching and sucking feel both sexy and calming. As the mouth switches to my other breast, I moan despite myself.
