You are tied to my bed. You are on your back, a pillow under your butt, arms, legs held wide and firm. You are blindfolded, but otherwise naked, exposed, fully available...
You have been there for an hour or so... alone... in your darkness... deprived of attention...
You can occasionally hear me moving about the house, coming and going. Was that a phone call I made a while back?
Once you felt the cat leap onto the bed and sniff at you. You wanted to speak to him, but you knew I wouldn't like it. You stayed quiet. He went away.
Voices! You hear voices from the front yard... you hear my voice respond to them... how many? More than one. More than two? You don't know, but it is clear that I was expecting them. You cannot hear words, but you can tell from the tone in my voice that I have offered them a friendly greeting. Now they are inside the house... in the living room... talking in a friendly manner... occasional laughter. It is late afternoon, you think back, trying to remember. Did I open the curtains? Yes! It must be bright in the bedroom. Fom the sound of the voices, the bedroom door must be open... just halfway, maybe?
More voices from the front! Again, more than one. That means there must be at least four people other than me. How many more? Your pussy is wet. Wait! Was that a woman's voice? Who would that be? You strain, but you can't single out any one voice to recognize.