Fuck, I think to myself. How did I get here?
I am laying on my back on the bed. My arms are spread above me, and my legs are tied to separate posts.
Oh, yeah, I remember. I got Punk'd.
You always were a serious prankster and we had made a bet that if I could trick you first, I would win. If you got me, and I didn't call you out on it, then you would win. The loser was at the winner's mercy for an evening. I was the loser.
You're not in the room, and I think I have been laying here for about ten minutes, but it could be anywhere from five to twenty. I never did have any concept of time.
You threw my clothes on the floor as you undressed me, and I can see them now rumpled into the corner. My breasts rest on my chest, rising and falling with each nervous breath I take. I have gotten thin and laying down, my ribs are slightly visible, as are my hip bones. I am shaved clean in anticipation of seeing you, and my ring glints whenever the sunlight from the window catches it. As apprehensions as I am right now, it is hard to panic in this room. It's soft blue walls are strangely calming, and the black-and-white photos add to the serenity of the surroundings. There is a noticeable contrast between my tan stomach and the white sheets on the bed, and my red teddy bear still nestles near the top of the bed, between my right wrist and my head. For a moment I stop fretting altogether as I contemplate the photographic qualities of the situation- how beautiful it would look in black and white, with the bear colored red. I am contemplating the use of a green filter to up the black and white contrast when you walk in the room, closing the door.
You are undressed, but have black silk boxers on. You are smacking something in your hand, but I cannot see what it is. Small braids fall over your eyes, and you look at me like you mean business.
I laugh. "What are you doing?! Let me go!" I continue in a slight fit of giggles, partly because of how you are dressed and your entire demeanor, and partly because I am so nervous that I can't take it. Why am I not in control of this situation? And what's more, why can I already smell the scent of my arousal?
"Silence, slave!" you scold me. Then your face breaks up and you laugh too. You quickly put your serious face back on. "You are to address me as Lord GT!"
I try to hold the laugh, biting my bottom lip and looking upwards, but my chest gives me away as my breasts bounce with each internal giggle I have. I try to compose myself.
"Sorry, Lord GT," I say sarcastically, humoring you with a smile. You sigh and shake your head.
"If you knew what I was about to do to you, you wouldn't be laughing!"
That snaps me back, as I realize I am completely at your mercy. You had to wrestle me to get me down, but I remember now how easily I gave in. I had no idea that you would go on such a power trip.
My eyes drift back to you and I laugh again. You sigh, annoyed. "Fine, I see you wanna do this the hard way." You start playing with the thing in your hand, and I realize that it is a lollipop that you are unwrapping, the large gourmet kind. It is red.
Before I know it, you put it in my mouth. This was well-planned, I think. I realize I cannot speak with such a large object in my mouth. I try not to laugh, but the situation is so funny! And I am so nervous...
"You know," you say as you start tying something around my eyes, "if you keep laughing, it'll keep getting worse... okay... pick up your head a little. Do it, or I'll do it the hard way. Very good. Down. There. Now you can't speak, and you can't see. Are you gonna be good now?"
I nod. Everything is black. I don't remember seeing you pick anything up to use as a blindfold, otherwise I would have been a lot more cautious. I figure it can't be that bad; I mean, I do trust you. You wouldn't hurt me. Right?
"See, now that you're my bitch, I was gonna give you a safety word in case you couldn't hack it. But now that you lost your speaking privileges, you better hope that I am not too mean for you to handle."
I moan, moving slightly against the restraints. I already know that they won't budge. I tried them already, when you had left me alone in the room.
You touch your fingertip to my skin and run it lightly down my stomach. I jump in surprise. It feels phenomenal, perhaps more so because I cannot see anything coming. You smack me lightly on my side. "Stay sti-ill," you say in a singsong voice. I moan and take a deep breath, pushing my breasts up.
Your finger slips down to my slit, and when I am shocked to realize how wet I am. I feel like such a whore! I think to myself. How can I be so turned on at your mercy like this?
You read my mind. "Wow, quite the little slut, aren't we? Just a reminder, you lost to me. That means this is for me. Don't go thinking I'm about to make this fun for you!"
As you say it I can hear the love in your voice, though the authority is turning me on even more. Still, it calms me and I relax all of my muscles. "There's a good girl," you say, petting my hair. "Good girl!" you coo. "Good girl!"
Apparently, you have decided that as your bitch, you will humor me like a dog. Great.
"Now, nod for me," you command. "Do you love me?" I nod. "Would you do anything for me?" I nod again. What are you doing? And why am I still so wet? "Do you realize you are forming a puddle on the bed?" I swallow. Yes, I nod. "Do you realize now that I am the master prankster?" Yes! I nod emphatically. "Good girl," you coo as you continue running your finger up and down my slit. "If I take out the lollipop, do you promise not to speak unless spoken to?" Yes, I nod meekly. I want it out! "Okay... but if you say anything mean, it's going back in!" You remove it. Joyous, I move my jaw. "Thank your master!" you command.
"Thank you, Lord GT." I don't want it back in my mouth, so I am acting pretty serious now. I'm sure the blindfold has a lot to do with it- I cannot see how you look, and since I am not looking at your eyes I am not so nervous.
"What would you like me to do with this finger, Princess?"
Why is he calling me Princess? I think to myself. He sure isn't treating me like one!
"Uhm... " I say quietly. I know exactly what I want you to do with it. I want you to put it into my wet cunt and make me come. I want you to take my clit in your mouth and suck on it, nibble it. I want you to twist my nipples between your finger tips.
You pull your finger away for only a second before I feel a light slap on my pussy. I jump in shock, but start gushing even more. Every touch you inflict on me feels like heaven... I wonder for a second if ecstasy can possibly feel this good. Then I wonder what this would feel like if I was rolling. I cannot fathom it, though, as I have never done it.
"Answer me," you say, teasing my slit again.
"I want you to put your finger inside of me, Lord GT."
"Inside where?" you probe, still tickling my slit. At this point, you hit my clit and I shudder. I want more than that finger, I'll tell you that much.
"Inside of my... uhm... kitten?" I am nervous. I don't want to sound so crude, but the dirty thoughts running through my head are becoming more and more difficult to hide as you touch me.
"Your kitten?" you ask in mock confusion. "Oh! You mean your pussy."
"Yes, Lord GT. In my pussy."
"Well... I don't know if you really deserve it. Actually, I am rather mad at you. You should know me better! How could you not tell that I was playing a trick on you?" And with that, you push your finger deep into my cunt. I gasp and arch my back a little in pleasure.
I hear you giggle as you move it inside of me, exploring all of my walls and pushing on spots that I did not even know existed. A slight moan escapes my lips. Why are you torturing me like this? I figured you would have me pleasure you, and I would get off easy.
You slip another finger in, and I must react to your approval because you laugh again. "You doing okay over there, Princess?"
I nod. If I was a Princess, I think, then I would keep you locked up in my dungeon and force you to pleasure me at my will.
You find my g-spot and begin rubbing it. I feel an intense desire, and I know I am only minutes away from coming when you put another finger on my clit and begin rubbing that. I jump. You use this as incentive to speed up your clit movements.
My cunt clamps around your fingers and I know I am about to come. Knowing me well, you scold, "Don't you even think about orgasming! Remember, this is for my amusement!"
I groan. I know that I can only hold off an orgasm for so long. I could just ignore you, I think. But I realize that I don't want to, that you won fair and square, and that I am really enjoying this. Really enjoying this.
You continue playing with me, speeding up, and as soon as I know I am about to come, you stop and pull your fingers out of me. I lose you for a second, but then I hear you say, "Open your mouth." I do so, and you feed me your fingers. I suck at them eagerly, thinking that I would not do this by myself, but on your hand, my come tastes kind of good. I am still dripping wet, and I feel empty without you inside of me.
