Woozy with a hangover I open my eyes in hopes that the room will stop from spinning. I am shivering from a strong breeze hitting my body. A blurred vision of a ceiling fan above me, trying to focus I realize it’s the fan that was what made me feel so cold. I try and sit up to find a cover, then realize I am in a strange bedroom, not only am I in a strange bedroom, I’m tied to the bed posts. Frantically trying to remember the night before I rest my body back down on the bed. When I relax my body I realize how sore it is. Every part of my body feels tender, not only around my wrists and ankles from the restraints but my ribs, my breasts, my pussy and even my anis feels violated in some way. I take a deep breath to try and control my mind from over analyzing and shake my head at my stupidity. I yell out, “Helloooooooooo.” No body answered me. “Hello, is there anybody out there?” Great, I’m stuck here with short-term memory loss, I’m sore, and I’m cold. Look at the situations I get myself into! I anxiously try to free myself from my restraints, pulling my arms, twisting my wrists, and kicking my legs, harder and faster I try to free myself. My breath quick and more fearful, I yell out louder, “Help me! Somebody help me!” I can hear keys fumbling around outside the door and I quit my historicalness. I’m tense but at a standstill, my heart pounding so fast I can feel it throbbing through my whole body, I hold my breath as the door slowly opens. A man comes in with a tray of food and bends over to put the tray on the floor.
“Good morning my Nasty Little Slave Cunt.” He says with a devilish smile on his face, “You were so incredible last night!” He sits himself next to me on the bed. Dazed and confused I asked him,
“Where am I?” He replies,
“Your in my home, where all good Slave Cunts should be.”
“Untie me now, please.” I plead assertively.
“You are in no kind of condition to be handing out orders”, he says as he traces his finger around my errect nipple. “You must be cold from the fan, look how it’s making your nipples so hard.”
“Yes, I’m very cold, could you let me loose so I can dress myself.”
“No, I cant do that, you are far to precious for me to let go,” he answers.
A tear begins to trickle down my face as I come to the realization of the situation I put myself into. My heart continues to beat with such force, my body shivering along with my pouting lip. His hand traces my face slowly and tells me how unbelievable I was the night before.
“You are the best little cock sucker that I’ve ever experienced.” He says, as his fingers lightly grazed my lips. I pull away from him. Straining my brain to remember what I did the night before. “I met you last night in the bar, don’t you remember dancing with me?” That memory quickly came back to me.
“Yes, but how did I get here?”
“ Well, I knew that you were sensual by the way you danced, and I knew that you were a diamond in the ruff waiting to be shinned. So, when I bought you a drink I slipped you a micky.” I quickly remembered rubbing my body against his as we danced, and kissing him. I remember feeling very uninhibited and very aroused by him. But that’s it; my memories are lost from there. “Now why don’t you show me what a good cock sucker you are again.” He said as he stands up and shows me his big hard on.
“Please, just let me go, I wont bring charges against you, just let me go and let me leave.” His hand begins to rub up my thigh. His warmth is creating goose bumps to my chilled body and I try by best to ignore it. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing how good it feels.
“I’ll let you go”, he says, with a smirk on his face, if you let me have just one more time with you. With out any drugs altering your sexuality.”
“You promise to release me?” I ask, with my bottom lip still quivering from being cold.
“Yes, I promise; but, by the time we are through, you may never want to leave.” He says with a smug smile to his face and runs his hand slowly up my thigh. I notice his face; he is a very handsome older man. He has crow’s feet around his eyes, which shows his ability to smile often, and full soft lips. He has dark piercing eyes and dark hair to match, with gray on the sides. Although he has great looks, the situation I am in makes me want to hurl at his smugness so I roll my eyes back into my head so that I don’t have to see him anymore.