I wasn't sure what you had planned, but I was wet before you led me into your bedroom, the anticipation making me hyper aroused. After weeks of careful planning, drawing and redrawing the contract, it was finally time. You said you would take into consideration all of what was in the contract but didn't tell me exactly what to expect tonight.
Your orders were clear. Be undressed before you returned to the bedroom, kneel on the floor, and keep my hands behind my back. I was not to hesitate to follow any directions you gave tonight, or there would be consequences.
Punishment wasn't supposed to be enjoyed, yet the mere thought of it, and everything else I'd agreed to, made me achingly wet.
You take forever coming back into your bedroom, and it gives me time to glance around, but I don't move from my position in case you come in. It isn't a large room, but the bed is at least a queen, with metal posts. A medium box lay on the bed, but I don't dare move from my position to look inside, however much I wanted to.
Finally, the door opened behind me, then the soft click as you shut it after you. I kept my head facing forward as you'd commanded, though tried to see if I could spot you out my peripherals. No luck, but I could hear your bare feet on the floor as you approached me. Without warning, darkness encased me as a piece of fabric was placed over my eyes.
I jumped at the suddenness of it, my hands automatically going to the sides of my head, where I could feel elastic bands. Your hand gripped my hair tightly, and I knew it was because I'd moved. Though tight your grip was, your tone was soft as you say, "Relax."
I breathed in deeply, counting to five in my head. After you were sure I was fine, you pulled me upward, using my hair to guide me to my feet. I hesitated when you pull me forward because I'm unable to see, but you tisk softly.
"One," you say, urging me forward again. Chills spread through me at the number because it was a promise of punishment. Not wanting another point, however much the threat made me tingle, I took an unsure step forward, then another.
"Good girl," you say, "The bed is just before you. Bend over it."
I stick a foot forward, trying to feel for it, and just as my shin makes painful contact, you say, "Two."
I hold in the slight moan, and use the placement I found, and your hand in my har, to guide me over the edge of the bed. I fight the urge to use my hands to help, knowing it will result in a third point. You don't let me fall, but rather I meet the bed with softness. Your hand releases my hair as I breathe in the newly washed sheets beneath my face. You move away for just a moment before you're back. Your hand grasps my wrist as you tie them together behind my back.
My pussy is throbbing at the implications of having my hands bound and the vulnerable position you place me in. I jerk at the sensation of your hand against my back as you run your fingers down my spine. You hand continues down, over my ass, and I stiffen, becoming aware I had two points that you could act on right now. Your hand kneads my ass as I prepare for the sharp sting of your hand.
Instead, your hand continues down.
You avoid my pulsing clit entirely, though do chuckle at the wetness dripping down my inner thighs. I push my ass toward you with a whimper, hoping you'll touch me where I want to be touched. You don't, and continue down further, on the inside of my thighs, down to my knee, until you grasp my ankle.
