Part 1
Everything starts out totally black, but that is normal. I just figure that I am still wearing the mask that I sleep in to keep out the sunlight, but I’m not. Something else is different. I am lying on my back, so that isn’t unusual. Hmm, the sheets are very soft on my skin. Feels like satin, instead of the normal flannel. I can feel the softness in the pillow, and the sheets on my back, I can also feel the soft rustling on my cock, I am naked.
I try to move, but firm but soft straps restrain my arms. The straps are stronger than cotton, or silk, but perhaps leather. I do have a limited range of movement, though and that is something. My legs are also restrained. I might normally start to panic at this point, but something keeps me calm.
My eyes start to become accustom to the darkness. I can start to make out shapes. The bed seems to be a King sized of the four-poster variety with the ornate carved headboard and frame. I still can’t make out much of the shapes. I am tied down in roughly the center of the bed. As I move around, the soft satin is arousing.
There is a wall behind me, though how far it goes, I can’t say. There is the faint sound of water dripping somewhere in the distance. The echoes are strange and I can’t make them out very well, but they almost sound like they are sounding off of stone walls. There is a heavy scent in the air, like flame, perhaps candles or a fireplace in the distance, though no light is to be seen.
I hear another sound in the distance. At first it is faint and indistinct. After a while, the sound resolves into a rhythmic click-clack sound. The sound is very regular, almost a heart beat. Click-clack...click-clack...click-clack. Growing louder and louder. Then the sound pauses, and a lock clicks. The door sounds heavy as it swings open on the thick strong iron hinges. It moves slowly.
A ways off in the darkness and to my right is a darkened form of a doorway. As my eyes adjust to the new light, which is only enough to change the shadows from a dark gray to a deep black, I begin to make out details. The shadows seem to give the room size. The room seems larger than I would have thought possible. There are shapes along one wall which might be bookshelves, or a rack for all I know. A chair is set on the other side of the bed, and something hangs from the ceiling.
“She”
is standing in the doorway. She is tall, perhaps 5’ 8”, and has long hair, dark, but not black. Perhaps brown or a deep red. It is absolutely straight, and goes down past her waist. Her form is statuesque. Full round breasts and nicely curved hips. Her legs are long and end in tall spiked shoes. All that I can make out of her clothes is that she is wearing black straps over her shoulders, and the rest is form fitting and tight.
She stands in the doorway for a moment, and then enters. When I open my mouth to speak. She motions for silence. There is authority in her movements, but also a quiet sensuality and power, which I respond too. Her hands draw my attention to her full red lips. They smile, but seem to hide a cruelty in the perfectly white teeth behind them. In the shadows I can’t make out any more details.
She is carrying a cup of something, actually more like a goblet or a chalice. She leans over me as her Leather clad hand brings the chalice to my mouth. It is filled with a sweet intoxicating wine. I realize that I am thirsty, and drink greedily from the cup. It is then that I become aware of the cut of her bodice. In my surprise and amazement. I spill some of the sweet wine down my face.
Part 2
She is wearing and extremely low cut and form fitting corset, leaving the valley between her ample bosoms exposed down to her waist. Her nipples are not covered, but are erect and swollen. A chain hangs from a thick spiked leather choker around her neck. The chain connects to clips which tug on each nipple. Around her waist, is an elaborate and interlocking silver chain and leather belt, which supports black fishnet stockings down to her thigh high leather spike heeled boots. Her pussy is exposed and shaved to utter perfection.
At first, she does not look happy with the mess that I have made of myself. Her cruel teeth come out as if to chastise me. Then she changes her mind. She puts the chalice aside and leans over me again. She starts by running her tongue and lips all over my chest and shoulders, first one side then the other and then back. She is very thorough. Occasionally the cruel teeth come out and play.
Then she moves to my neck. Now her tongue seems to only be there for back up, as her teeth start their work. The nibbles are not meant to cause pain, or serious damage. But they are meant to be felt. She is obviously very experienced in exactly the right pressure to apply, and is an expert at finding the right spots to get her reaction.
And she does get a reaction. At first, I begin to feel the rush of adrenaline. The blood starts racing around my body, and my hands and arms start to flex. The bonds prevent me from either pushing her away, or caressing her as I want to. I try to move my head so that I can lick and kiss her face, but she pulls away. My body flushes and I begin to feel the rustle of silk on my cock as it begins to swell and extent.
Her hand starts roams my lower body, caressing my legs and thigh through the satin sheet. She rubs her body against mine. When she notices the growing bulge, she looks up at me again. She steps back from the bed, and looks down at the sheets. With a flick of her wrist, she draws the satin sheet back to the foot of the bed, fully exposing my naked and excited body. At this point, my cock is so hard, that it stands up off of my loins. The head is full and round, the long shaft pulsing with the blood inside it. The balls are constricting in anticipation.
For a long moment, I am not sure what she will do. The shadows are long around her face, and I cannot see her expression. I do notice that one of her hands has started playing with the chain hanging from her neck. The random movements cause the clamps to tug on her nipples in unusual ways. Then the other hand moves to her chest, and starts to rub down her body. Slowly but inexorably, it reaches her pussy lips.
She moves her head so that the shadows and her hair leave her face. I can see the evil grin which passes across her mouth. She saunters over to the chair in the room, all the while, rubbing her thighs and tugging on the chain. The chair is large and ornate, the kind you might find in an old castle. The woodcarvings on the arms and back are curvy and suggestive. The cushions are plump and soft. She strikes a match from somewhere, and lights a candle on the nightstand next to the chair.
The flame dances on top of the tall, thick stick of wax. It casts eerie shadows about the room, and accentuates the curves of her body. She sits on the chair, one leg splayed over the far arm. She sits in a manner which leaves her pussy lips in my full view. Her right hand caresses her inner thigh and teases her moist lips. Her left hand tugs on the chain. Each tug seems to bring her almost as much pleasure as the motions of her fingers on her clit. Both hands seem almost to be in competition to see which can cause her the greatest pleasure.
My already extremely erect cock pulses helplessly pleading for attention as I watch. Seeing this only makes her stroke herself more. She spreads her pussy lips wide so that I can see how wet she is. She runs her left hand around her breasts and the swollen nipples. Her tongue moves feverishly around her mouth and teeth and ruby lips. She pushes two of her fingers inside of herself while the rest continue to stroke her most sensitive spots. Then she brings her hand to her mouth and begins to suck on her fingers, lapping up the precious juices there. Her teeth nibble on her fingers as if they have a will all their own. Then she goes back to stroking herself.
This is worse torture than anything I can imagine. Just when I don’t think that I can take any more, I see the beginnings of her orgasm. Her face changes and contorts in a supreme effort to control her body. Her flesh convulses in alternating spasms of glorious pleasure and tortuous agony. She tries to cry out, but the cruel teeth trap the screams inside. Still she drives her body on.
I can see her body begin to succumb to wave after wave of ecstasy, the sweat beading on her skin, and the leather and chains pinching in all the right places. She continues to stroke herself and caress her nipples, driving herself further and further over the edge. Finally, the teeth relent, and she lets out a long slow guttural moan of utter satisfaction. Her body continues to shake from her release.
Part 3
I have come to believe that seeing me lying there naked and helpless, as well as extremely excited and erect, was as much of a catalyst for her fun as anything that she was doing to her self. My cock fully extended with its head tipped with cum, my balls constricting in rhythm with her movements were as much of a show for her, as she was for me. Now she turns her full attention to me and she smiles a wild, evil grin as if to say that now the cruel teeth are in charge.
As she stands, she collects the candle from the nightstand, the flame flickering wildly. Her face is momentarily cast in shadows, but I can still see the teeth. Slowly she approaches the bed carrying the thick tube of hot wax in her outstretched hand. Some of the hot wax has run the side of the shaft and dripped on her hands between the leather straps, as if to show that not even an inanimate candle can contain itself in her commanding and tender ministrations.
