You don't know how you ended up in this position- naked, chained to your bed, blindfolded.
You don't know who is responsible for it, if its your friends having fun with you after last nights party in which you are fairly sure you passed out in the living room, on the coffee table. Or if this is the work of HIM.
You don't know if you're alone; you hear voices and laughter; but it could be the television; once again left on from the party.
Alone in the room, you shake. Questions fly through your head. You are vaguely aware of a light; though you more feel it than see it. Footsteps come through the room; start at the door, make their way to the foot of your bed, and stop cold.
You feel eyes gazing down upon your naked body; You shiver and feel your pussy give away your true feelings. Though you are scared; you are also excited.
"Who are you?" You whispher.
A voice, very close to your ear, though the body has not moved from the base of the bed, says, "I am your Master now."
Chills shoot through you. It is HIM. Your nipples begin to harden as he continues. "Everything will be fine. You are under my control now. No questions; Just do as I say. Disobey me, and you will be punished. Obey me, and you will be rewarded. Do you understand?"
Too excited and scared to speak, You can only nod. Lips gently graze your neck as he kisses you softly. "Good, my pet. We will begin."
Strong hands are resting upon your hips; thumbs caressing your skin gently. His face is resting between your breasts, alternating kisses and licks to your nipples; pullng them taut with his teeth. You moan and squirm, your pussy growing hotter, wetter by the second.
Each burst of fire is quickly cooled by a lick of the tongue; though they grow further between as he continues to bite down. Slowly, he circles each breast, stopping in certain points to break skin, to make you scream, to let blood run down your body. You are dizzy with excitement, loving each drop that falls, loving every bit of pain that shoots through your body, begging and moaning out his name, silently screaming for more....
He works his way down, following a trail of blood down your belly; down to your pussy. By now you are soaked; and the mattress below shows it. His tongue flicks out over your thighs; savoring every drop on them. You shake, unable to move as he begins to tease and torment your pussy...
That skilled tongue...Slowly, sweetly, running from top to bottom carefully, pausing at your opening, dipping inside quickly; just long enough to make you moan....
The tease is torture for you; but worse still for him; as he abandons the slow licks in favor of sucking your clit straight into his mouth. Restrained, you try to arch still, moaning out his name as he holds your hips in place, you and your soaked pussy at his mercy....
Your body tightens; you can feel a powerful orgasm coming on. Your knees go weak; his tongue stays where it is, but flicks gently now over your clit, over your jewelry, a finger lightly circling your tight entrace...You're so close to cumming, you've moaned his name, and suddenly he stops.
"Do not cum yet, baby..." he says to you. "Wait it out one moment...."
And thought you try to will your body into holding off, the surge is just to great; you mumble an apology, and black out as the power of your orgasm racks your body...
When you awaken, you are still chained up, but no longer blindfolded. There is a note placed on your chest, as you struggle to read:
My pet:
You did not obey; and now you will be punished. You have yet to learn that your Master comes first; and that you are here to serve and submit to Me. I hope that a little time alone will help you realize that.
-Master
With a sob, you turn your head, and wonder when he would return. How long had he been gone anyway? How long had you been out?
Once again, questions race through your mind.
And only time will bring answers...
You lie there for hours- or it feels it anyway. Your wrists and ankles ache from being held. Your body aches from the pure pleasure it went through. You hear nothing but sweet silence, see only blackness in your room, feel only still, cold air on your nude flesh. Your eyes drift shut, thinking perhaps you'll sleep a bit before HE returns...
The door opens slowly before that idea can fully form. A burst of air tightens your nipples, creeps up your body the way you wish he would. The way he will in only moments.
"My pet." He says, soft, low. You have yet to turn and face him. "Have we learned our lesson?"
You nod, weakly. Perhaps you'd been here a bit too long. Perhaps you are weakened by the sight of him, perhaps it was being captive for so long. Perhaps, the one thing that fuels you on- HIS DOMINANCE- Is the one thing that keeps you hostage, even if you have the freedom to leave.