Chapter 2: Acceptance
How long has it been since you left me here -- blindfolded, gagged, wrists bound & secured above me, my ass full with your plug? Half an hour? Longer? I have no way of knowing. The scent of sex and hot wax still lingers, and I can smell my own sex dripping with desire, but there are no sounds. No clock ticking, no music -- just my breathing.
My Master -- the main ingredient in the secret of my life. If anyone else knew what we were up to...
But no one does.
My arms ache. My mind spins as I try to forget how I've disappointed you. I want nothing more now than to please you. A small whimper escapes my mouth -- and is immediately answered with a light slap across my face. My heart soars. You're here!
"Easy, now. You've performed well. You didn't try to free yourself though you thought you were alone. You are ready."
I wonder silently...ready for what?
"Now then...be still and quiet."
I feel hands -- not yours! -- reach up and release my arms from their place above my head. These hands are soft and small...a woman's? The binding on my wrists remains in place.
The hands touch my shoulders and trace their way down my arms...back up again to my neck, and down my chest to my breasts. I feel my luscious, brownish-pink nipples tighten in anticipation. These lovely, exquisitely skilled hands begin to massage my breasts...I've never had a woman touch me this way. The sensation is unequaled.
"Come now," you say, and lead me by my wrists to...where? It's difficult to walk with the plug in my ass. My muscles clench trying to keep it in.
"That's right...if you lose that toy I will be quite upset."
I feel the riding crop brush across my ass...I can only assume it's the woman wielding it. A gentle nudge at the back of my legs tells me to step up again. This time, my knee hits...a bed? I climb on, careful not to lose the plug. I want very much to lie down, but I dare not. I remain there, on my knees, awaiting your instruction.
"You've trained her well," the woman says. Her voice is like honeyed mead...thick and sweet and a little intoxicating. Her words stroke my senses.
"Thank you. She was difficult at first," you say, "but she's certainly come around. I have a feeling she will work out just fine. Shall we begin?"