Her heart was skipping beats, her breath was coming in quick gulps. The room was cool but her body was warm. His hands were warm also as he bound her wrists tightly to the restraining rod beneath her shoulders. The blindfold prevented her from seeing him or anything else in the motel room. Even though she couldn't see any light and even though she knew it was dark outside, she was sure there was plenty of light in the room. She could hear him moving, first off the bed, then near the bed and then back on the bed with her, making sure and confident moves. Each of his movements though brought a new sound, an unrecognizable sound.
Although this was her first experience with bondage, she knew each and every sound would affect her physically in some unknown way. Little clinks of metal combined with slight swishing of cords made her heart make another skip even before she felt him raise her ankles. He so deftly wound the cords with the weighted metal around them as he gently but with assuredness strapped them to the wooden pole at the foot of the bed. At the same time, he spread her legs forcefully apart as wide as they would go, stretching her ankles to the hard wooden bar. She felt discomfort and cried out a little but he did not stop. She knew that her cries, however soft or loud, would not deter him from his purpose. And his purpose tonight was to make her his sex slave, to fill his wants and desires, whatever they may be. She had no choice in this plan. It did not matter if it hurt and frightened her, her duty was to allow him complete control of her body and mind.
He forged ahead purposefully. His hands were strong and sure, his naked body touching her at times, not to stimulate her but only in carrying out his plan. She flailed her hands when she could feel him near her, wanting some contact of him, to touch his humanness. Even though he was her captor, she needed the touch of his flesh. Her hand brushed against his penis, it was definitely hard. This excited her as much as it frightened her. She knew he wanted her and hoped that meant that he wouldn't greatly harm her. She tried to take it into her hand but he moved away too quickly.
There were no words between them, even though she cried out when every new object touched her skin with a question, "what is that? where are you putting that? Is that going to hurt more than the last?" she asked. But he gave her no answers. At times he would bend his body over hers and kiss her deeply and hard with his hot, firm lips, plunging his tongue down her throat. She could only respond with the same, pushing her tongue into his mouth, searching for she knew not what, darting it in and all over, like an adolescent penis searching a vagina for the first time. She thrust her tongue around his tongue, his teeth, his entire mouth, feeling his throat, her desire for him to take her, rising like a heat surge in her entire body. And just as quickly as he had started kissing her, he stopped, returning to his task at hand, leaving her soft and willing lips to concentrate on the hardware nearby.
It was obvious that he knew what he was doing, that he had done it before and that he had done it successfully. Success being defined in this case that he had had his sexual demands met and satisfied. He was a man who knew what he wanted and right now he wanted her.... to give him whatever he desired.
She, however, had never done this. Oh, she was no virgin, but sex for her had always been a striving for mutual satisfaction, not the total abandoning of her own needs to quench his every desire. But strangely, she found the fear factor heightening her own desire. What exactly was he going to do? How much would he hurt her? What if she couldn't bear the pain? Would he want her again after this or just toss her aside for another experiment? Would she have an orgasm through the pain? Might he get her totally incapacitated, and then just walk out on her? Or would he bring in some of his friends to have his way with her, a gang-bang offering as a token of male friendship? Or with strangers he had met downstairs in the hotel's lounge? Would he take off her blindfold and take pictures to blackmail her into future escapades?
His tongue flicking on her nipples brought her back into the moment. Her large pink nipples swelled to twice their normal size. She strained her breasts up toward his mouth, wanting to feel his mouth engulf her entire breast. He began to suck on them. At first, he was sucking lightly on one nipple while he pulled gently on the other one with his thumb and forefinger and then he would reverse the sucking to the other nipple. He pulled on the nipples gently and then harder, each pull getting harder. She moaned at the pain but it felt good too. She wanted him to hurt them, to suck harder, to pull harder, to even bite them. And as if he read her mind, he did bite one and then the other. She cried out, the pain was sharp but it sent a shockwave through her body that ended at her clitoris, tingling all the way down.
And then just as before, he stopped as quickly as he started. But she felt his fingers touching her nipples again, but this time he wasn't trying to stimulate them, but rather it seemed he was feeling for another reason. As though he were gauging the size and location of her dark pink protrusions. Now she felt something cool and hard against one of them, something that lightly tickled the underside of her breast. Then she felt a tightening around one. Some kind of loop or cord was being squeezed around her left nipple and then her right one. He tightened it precisely, never asking if it hurt but stopped only when he seemed satisfied that the right amount of pressure was holding up those pink buds to a definite firmness.
Apparently he had attached a nipple noose, with beads or chains that lay on her chest. She felt a slight pulling on her nipples as he stretched the other end of the noose down toward her essence of femininity. Her pussy was shaved clean just as he had demanded. Her soft white mound of flesh shone smooth and shiny, almost virgin-like in its hairless state. His hand caressed the mound and then his fingers found their way inside where it was warm and wet. First he inserted his middle finger slowly inside and then two fingers. He stroked slowly and gently, occasionally coming up to lightly touch her clit. His motions got harder and faster and deeper. She could feel her wetness oozing out between her legs and onto the stark white sheet beneath her. He removed his fingers and instructed her to put her own fingers inside her pussy. She did so quickly, both to appease him and to continue the feelings he had aroused down there.
