As I sit here, naked, I suddenly feel a presence behind me, before I can turn, strong hands grasp me, one entwining in my hair, the other cupping my mouth, stifling my gasp...
I try to see who or what has seized me so suddenly and stealthily I struggle but they are too strong for me
My hands leave my keyboard and grasp at the strangers hands, but you are too strong for me. You give my hair a hard yank and I can smell your scent...Manly and Musky, your breath is warm in my ear as you whisper. " Do as I say, Milady, and I shall do no permanent harm to thee" With that you give my hair a hard yank, you hold me firmly as I struggle to see your face.
I realise my master is here in whatever guise he has chosen, I comply meekly and sit quietly awaiting your orders. I shudder expectantly as I wait; it seems an eternity before I feel your hands moving lower
You pull my hands behind my back as I sit meekly in the chair, and you bind them with thick, soft, rope, wrapping it tightly, securely around my wrists, a blindfold follows.
I listen intently trying to understand what is happening to me. You caress my neck as I move my head to one side listening. You turn me around in my chair, and I feel you gaze down upon my body. My breath quickens, as you look upon my naked form, helpless before you. You reach down, grasping my arms, and pull me to my feet standing there, swaying before you. I hear you rasp “spread your thighs for me.”
I do so meekly and you see the wetness glistening between my smooth hairless lips. “Ahhhhh, you have shaved for me, Milady” Your hands gently touch my face, my lips, and then drift downwards across my chest, lighting quickly on my quivering breasts, touching my nipples briefly, then moving further down, You kneels before me, between my thighs.
I sway dangerously and I spread my legs wider to accommodate you. You catch me, as I am about to fall, unable to save myself as my hands are so severely tied. Your hands roam over my thighs, I am enjoying the sensation of your touch, as you feel the satin skin of my inner thighs. Your fingers stretch out and touch my pussy. Pulling the lips gently apart, seeing me moist, succulent, his fingers trace along the edge of my lips and touches me softly there, in my secret place...promising, Promising me what???
I groan softly and push against you urging you to touch me more, deeper, longer. As you nudge against me, your tongue begins to explore me. Your hands reach around and grasp the backs of my thighs, pulling me towards you, your tongue roaming over my wet, warm, inviting pussy.
I spread even wider, pushing myself onto your tongue, urging you with my whimpers I wobble in the effort to draw his tongue into me. I fall and you catch me deftly You carry me to a sofa, I am not sure I cannot see, all the time you are touching me I enjoy the touch of your skin against mine, You grasp two handfuls of my ass cheeks and pulls yourself into me roughly, your hand raises and applies several slaps to my ass, leaving it pink and quivering. Your tongue running up and down the length of my neck, making me Wet...and HOT!
Ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I writhe against your rough tongue, you watch as my hips lift rhythmically from the bed; your tongue and teeth find my clitoris, and you focus on my little love bud, nibbling on it, seeing it grow and throb, pulsing... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I hear myself speak, it sounds as if somebody else is speaking, and my voice is hoarse with lust. “Fuck me please sir fuck me like the slut I am. I want to feel your thick hot cock in my cunt!” I hear your guttural, rough, sneering reply. “Are you my Bitch? My Whore? My Slut?” “I want you to use me like the bitch I am Sir.”