I'm taking a nap and I wake up to the sensation of my right arm being gently pulled and cuffed to the head of the bed. Opening my eyes, I see you looking intently into my face.
"Don't say a word," you said as I opened my mouth to speak.
You cuff my other arm to the head of the bed and then gently remove the pillow from under my head. A blindfold is placed over my eyes.
"Are you comfortable like this?"
I nod, "yes".
"You are not to cum or speak without permission".
You place plugs in my ears and I'm left like this for a short period of time.... I don't know how long. My arousal increases as I wonder what you have planned. My mind is spinning with the possibilities.
Without any warning, I feel hands on my breasts; my nipples are being twisted and then I feel both of them being sucked and bitten. A moan escapes and I wonder who is touching me.... is it my Master and sub sisters or just my 2 sisters? I don't know who is in the room, seeing me helpless and bound.
The hands wander along my body slowly. The gentle caresses tease my erogenous zones but never quite make contact with my most sensitive flesh. The pleasure and anticipation are excruciating and I begin to writhe a bit; wanting more but unable to ask for it. The touches stop. I am wet and wanting, throbbing with need and aware that this scene has only just begun. I feel the weight of the others leave the bed and again, I am alone.
Sometime later, after I have calmed down, I become aware that I'm no longer alone. I feel the falls of a flogger trailed across my body. Just this light touch is enough to re-ignite my desire. My eyes are open under the blindfold and I can't see a thing. I'm struggling to hear, but there are no sounds. All my senses are focused on my nerve endings.
I feel the gentle thud of the flogger and a light sting as it hits my breasts. Over and over, I'm flogged lightly, not enough to really hurt, just enough to tantalize me. Then, I feel it again, harder this time, on my upper thighs. I feel the touch of a hand wearing the vibrating glove stroking my belly and chest, squeezing my nipples and then when I least expect it; one vibrating finger traces through my wetness and strokes my clit. I arch to meet this delicious touch and suddenly, its removed.
The frustration and need is almost overwhelming and my juices are running out of my aching pussy.
You remove an earplug and I hear your whisper, "Donβt speak, just nod your head yes or no. Are your arms still ok?"