Darkness surrounds me. i see nothing, though my eyes are open.
i know where i am but where is He?
i turn my head to the left, the tendrils of my ponytail brushing across the back of my neck.
Everything is heightened...alert.
my ears listen closely, hearing only my heart beating slow and steady.
my skin tingles as it tries to feel the sensations of what is touching me. The leather blindfold sticks out particularly well as it presses softly against my eyes, blocking that sight which has made everything else just a bit keener.
It's rough yet smooth and through my nose, which is reaching out for some tell of what is to come, i can smell that rich, earthy, sensuous scent of more leather surrounding me. It is a smell unlike anything else in the world.
i move my raised arms but find the knots hold all too well. i am bound here on this rack, my arms and legs spread at His bidding.
i am helpless.
i am bare.
i am vulnerable.
How delicious.
i hold my breath, straining to hear something – anything – to give me a hint of what was coming. As if reaching for something to give me that little bit of control over my surroundings.
i listen.
Silence.
i stand there, holding my breath and listening, for as long as i can.
Air. i need air now.
i release my held breath and take another, the cool air rushing into my nostrils and bringing with it once more that intoxicating scent of the leather.
Where is He? He's here i bet. Watching me. Amused at my impatience. Delighting in my futile attempts to gain some kind of hand in this show.
i listen.
i smell.
i feel.
Nothing.
Maybe He's not here. Maybe He stepped out. No, He wouldn't do that. He wouldn't just leave me tied up here like this, would He?
i listen.
i wait.
i squirm.
The anticipation is killing me, driving me mad.
Where is He?
And then, without warning, He is there and His finger invades my cunt, forcing me forward into the rack. Once again He has answered my unspoken question with ease.
How can He read me so well?
i moan as i feel His fingers work within me, my anticipation having made me quite ready for His assault. i press my hips back into His hands instinctively. Deeper. i need Him deeper.
Suddenly His hand is around my throat, grabbing me hard and cutting off my air. i freeze, my head tilting back. i can feel the muscles, strong and assured, within His grasp. i feel nothing else. Sense nothing else.
Only Him.
Only His grip.
Slowly i feel my thoughts growing heavy, the pressure lightly building in my head. i can feel my muscles constricting, beginning the starting stages of panic.
Even His fingers still within me, i can barely feel.
it's only the pleasure and the fear i can feel, mingling and coiling a sensation deep down in my belly.
"You will press back when i tell you to press back, slut. Not when you want to press back. Understand?" He says in my ear, His voice heavy and hard.
Lightly He allows me to nod my head. Then the pressure is gone and air once again floods into my body.
my throat is released.
i gasp.
i moan.
my head falls forward, resting my forehead against the rack as i shudder, holding back to rush of pleasure which threatens to bring me to climax.
It feels like an eternity before my thoughts clear. His fingers have left my cunt, and i find myself empty.
Empty and wanting.
i listen.
