... you feel the rope around your ankle tighten. The blindfold leaves you in complete darkness. A trickle of sweat drips from under your arms and down your side as your blouse begins to stick to your skin.
Hands grab your knees and pull your legs open, you try to keep them together out of instinct, but they are forced apart. A rope is tied around your leg at the knee and tightened so that you cannot close your leg... the same is then done to the other leg.
So, there you sit. Dressed in a light blouse, short skirt, legs open with your arms and legs tied to a chair and a blindfold covering your eyes.
"Is that you?" you ask, with a slight waver in your voice...
"Shhhhh, don't talk... " I say. You really didn't know what I had in mind when I told you that I had a surprise for you... and you were ever more perplexed, when I blindfolded you before leading you in the room... this is not what you were expecting... or was it...
The room is warm, you can hear the hum of A/C in the background, but it's not turned up very high. You feel beads of sweat collecting on your upper lip and you lick it out of nervousness, tasting its saltiness. The sides of your blouse are all wet with sweat, and the back of your knees are wet as well. You move your arms and legs a bit to find that you are tied down tight. When you do this, you hear a small chuckle.
The clock on the wall ticks on... you hear something being picked up off of a wooden table, a slight scrape as it leaves the table. Footsteps approach you and the a floor board creaks.
You're startled as my hands touch your shoulders. They are warm and feel heavy. I slowly move them down on top of your blouse, over your collar bones to the top of your chest. There is a tug on your shirt as I unbutton the top button, then the next one and one more. Opening the blouse, I slip it off of your shoulders so that it is partially on you, exposing the top of your bra and straps. A cool breeze touches your warm skin that was covered by the blouse.
Oh... Cold! You take in a short breath as something cold is pressed above your skin, right above your bra. It's metal and you can feel the weight on your skin. A chill runs up your spin and your nipples instantly become erect when you feel the point of this object press against your skin. It travels up and over your collar bone and traces the outside of your neck, under your ear and then back to your shoulder... tilting your head to the side, your arms are covered in goosebumps.
There is a metal scrape on metal... "Scissors" you think to yourself as you remember the large pair of steel scissors you remember seeing on my desk one time when you were visiting.
Your bra strap is lifted and SNIP... the straps fall to the side... then the other side, SNIP. The scissors are gone for just a second before their touch is felt traveling down your chest, between your breasts... with the cool steel sliding between your cleavage... and SNIP... the material holding your cups together is cut and your breasts are released from their captivity.
Reaching behind you, I pull your bra off. The silk of the blouse is cool against your nipples and it send little jolts of excitement.
You're wet. Your panties are wet. The desire between your legs is insatiable. You can even begin to smell the musk of your sex.
RIP!! The blouse is ripped open and your breasts are exposed to me... You hear a grunt of satisfaction as you try to place where in the room I am standing.
The cool steel of the scissors presses again against your skin, the flat of the blades above your nipples... and then there is the point again... it traces a path, circling your breast in smaller and smaller circles until the tip is passing over your nipple. It hurts a little bit, but it also feels really nice. The flat of the blade rests on your nipple, pushing it down... further... harder, until your breast is indented by the blades of the scissors...
The point continues, dragging across your skin as it heads down to your stomach, over your belly button... your hear the metal on metal sound as they open and you feel one of the blades sliding under your skirt. SNIP and then RRRIIIIIPPPPP as your skirt is torn wide open.
Your breathing gets heavier and you know how exposed you are to me... "Oh" you let out as you feel the point of the scissors run across your tummy right above your panty line to your hip... SNIP... one side is cut... the point is dragged to the other side... SNIP. The tip of the scissors slips under your cut panties and you feel the front being lifted up and placed between your legs...
