The air stirred around me as I lay naked on the bed. I felt the soft cotton of the sheets against my naked body, my nipples were tight from both arousal and the chill in the air. I felt the racing of my heart, heard the pumping of my blood in my ears.
The blindfold was tight against my face, my eyes closed beneath it. I shivered and felt the little tingles as goose bumps rose across my flesh. You were close, so close.
There was a breath, the puff of warm, moist air across my nipple and I bit my tongue not to cry out.
"Do you trust me my pet?"
The words were spoken softly against the tight flesh of my breast.
I swallowed, my mind racing, my legs shifting on the bed as moisture leaked between them. I could smell my own arousal and blushed.
"Yes Master." I knew I sounded timid, knew you wouldn't allow that and held my body tight waiting for the punishment. None came and I opened my eyes beneath the blindfold.
The darkness made my heart beat pound faster. I had said the wrong thing, hadn't given the right response. My fear was too real and you knew. I had failed and I wanted to cry with the shame.
"Please. I'm sorry Master. Please."
"Why are you sorry My Pet?" You emphasized the last two words, letting me know you still considered me yours, soothing my fear.
"I...I...I'm afraid Master."
"Why pet?"
I swallowed past the dryness of my throat, my tongue moistening my lips as I thought how to put into words what I am feeling. This was the first time Master had tied me up. The first test of our new relationship and I was scared. Scared of failing, of trusting, of appearing weak and in the smallest part of my mind, the place where my mother still spoke to me, I was afraid of allowing a man to have that much control over me.
She was reading headlines to me about victims who went willingly with their captors. And a strange, forbidden part of my mind liked that fear, liked the uncertainty.
I was afraid of how you would view a woman who allowed a man such control over her body. Was I that girl? The one men only used and never loved? The needy woman who let a man do whatever he wanted to her just to feel like she had worth? God, I couldn't shut my mind off and a tear ran hot down my cheek. I didn't want you to think of me that way. I wanted you to be proud of my trust in you, in myself, in US.
"I am afraid of how you will see me Master?" I finally articulated.
I flinched as your hand cupped my cheek, but turned instantly into the touch. I kept my hands above my head as you had instructed, fighting the need to reach for you.
"And how will I see you My pet? As the woman who gave herself completely to me? A strong, capable woman who knows that her body and mind need a strong man to control her, to guide her, to cherish the gift she gives him?"
I swallowed and tried again to express my fear. "As a slut Master."
I could feel you shaking your head, knew had I been able to see you would be looking down at me with such compassion and a touch of anger. "You are a slut MY Pet. You are MY Slutty little Pet."
The strike to my breast had me gasping. The flash of pain waking my senses even more.
"Now, MY Pet, are you ready?"
"YES." The word was stronger, more confident. I was yours, I trusted and though there was a little fear, it was only the kind that added to the excitement of where you were guiding me.
The nylon rope slipped around my wrists, overlapping three times as you tied the two together and then stretched them over my head and connected me to the head board. I tugged just a little bit and felt the lack of give in the ropes.
The lap of your tongue caused me to jump as you kissed and licked the inside of my left ankle. I felt the ropes wrap around my ankle as you pulled it wide and attached it to the bedpost. When you gripped the right ankle I bit my tongue and tensed. Your thumb stroked the inside of my ankle, soothing the sensitive skin until you felt me relax. You didn't speak, only waited for my trust to let my body accept your instructions. My leg loosened and you moved it wide, attaching it to the right bedpost.
I was wide open, my body stretched on the top of the sheet and open for your use and viewing. Your fingers trailed up the outside of my right leg, over my hip and to my breast. You cupped the weight, lifting it and running your thumb over the hard nipple.
"My pet is cold....hmmm." Your mouth surrounded the hard peak with heat as you drew me deep into your mouth suckling strongly. "We can't have that." You released the nipple with a pop and I felt your weight leave the bed. My ears strained to hear what was happening as I focus on your footsteps.
