The House of Silen Ties

The morning of my 21st birthday had arrived. I was not expecting anything special, though. You don't get much celebration when you are a single lesbian with no close relatives, a lover who is often out of town, not really any friends except the guys and girls from the Friends of Dorothy club. I got up and showered. I took the time to look at myself in the mirror. After all there most of the stylists where I work are either gay or bi, and one of them might be checking me out. I was happy enough with what I saw, figuring plenty of gay girls would be attracted by it. I am dark skinned and black haired with big wide eyes. I am not tall, and voluptuous in build, with some love handles around my waist. I have nice big round boobs with dark areolae and large dark nipples. My belly is rounded nicely, and my ass cheeks are soft and large. I keep my dark black pubic hair trimmed into a landing strip so my girlfriend can find my pussy easily. I sighed, and went off to my job at the beauty salon. All day cutting hair and listening to bitchy women made me ready to go home to make a small salad for my dinner. That was all that my diet allowed.

I settled down in front of the TV and sighed. "Happy Birthday, Maria," I muttered as I popped open a diet Sprite. It was a big surprise to me when I heard the unmistakeable sound of the air brakes on a 16-wheeler outside my apartment. I heard a big door slam and soon the door opened.

Behold, my lover was standing there. I guess she had re-arranged her driving schedule to be here! T'keesha looks like exactly what she is, a bull dyke. She is short, square, and black, with corn row hair. A sloppy sweatshirt usually hides her big boobs from public view and jeans cover her spacious booty. But we have had a relationship for a long time and she treats me well. She pushed into the room, yelling, "Happy Birthday, you fool! Did you think I would forget the Big 2-1!"

I was surprised and flattered. After a big hug, T'Keesha pulled an envelope out of her pocket. "I wanted to make your 21st special, kid! I didn't think sitting around watching TV alone was the way to a big thrill. So I got you a top rate present. Here!" She thrust the envelope into my hands.

I opened it quickly, and pulled out a slip of paper. I looked at it expectantly, but it had nothing on it but the words "House of Silken Ties, 505 Elm Street." Quizzically, I looked at T'Keesha and saw a big grin on her face. "Just go to the address, birthday girl, and you will get your present." She pushed me toward the door, and into my car. Then they stood there humming I Love Little Pussy as I pulled out.

I drove over to the address she had given me. It was a nice neighborhood with space between the neatly landscaped houses. True to its name, the street was lined with large spreading elm trees. The house I approached looked no different from all the others, except that it was painted totally white, even the shutters. The porch light was on and I saw a couple of soft lights behind what looked like white silk curtains. I walked up to the door and just as I was about to ring the bell the door swung open.

I stepped into a short entry hall all painted pure white and totally without furniture. The front door swung shut behind me. I only had moments to take in the scene, smelling a light pleasant scent and hearing very soft music playing. Then the white curtain at the other end of the hall opened.

The gorgeous girl who came from behind the curtain could only be described as amazing. She was not tall, only a couple of inches taller than me, and exquisitely thin but not to the point of anorexia. Her skin and hair were totally white, as white as the curtains she came through. Her eyes were pale blue, and her lids were covered in white eye shadow. Her lips had a glossy white lipstick. Every inch of her body was in perfect proportion. Her graceful arms ended in small hands with long curved nails painted dead white. She wore a white lace top which hugged her nicely proportioned round tits. It had a deep cleavage and was semitransparent and patterned so that her faintly pink nipples peeked tantalizingly at me. Then it dropped down over her small waist and the top of her hips. Through the transparent fabric it displayed her firm slim stomach and a cute belly button.

A white silk cord tied low on her hips held a strip of white silk cloth draped in loin cloth style, reaching between her legs to cover her femininity and dropping down in front. Her legs ran down to white spike heeled shoes which gave them a provocative shape. Altogether she was the perfect vision of a passionate lover -- or a spirit of light?

All I could do was to stare at her in amazement and wonder exactly what sort of birthday present my buddies has arranged for me.

This stunning beauty stepped toward me. I opened my mouth to say something but she pressed one finger to my lips and shook her head. Then, in complete silence, she removed that filmy white top very slowly. It slid up over her finely proportioned white breasts and revealed the pale pink areolae and nipples like little rose petals. Those boobs were firm and upright and I was wondering whether to try to get my lips on them. But she stepped back another step, just beyond my reach. She posed provocatively, raising her hands over her head to pull her tits even further up and turned slowly from side to side so I had a perfect view from all angles. I could feel my pussy starting to get wet already.

Her hands dropped to the silk cord around her waist and slowly undid the knot. As she removed the cord she held the white loincloth in place with one hand. Then slowly she began to pull it up and through her legs. The top of her thighs held it gently as it made its passage over her pussy. Then it fell free of her thighs and she pulled it up the last few inches, spreading her legs a bit as she did. It revealed soft pink pussy lips, glistening slightly, and the rounded mons veneris with a fine covering of pure white pubic hair. My pussy was starting to twitch now as she put on this silent strip show for me. She slipped out of her high heels and posed beautifully, her shoulders thrown back thrusting her boobs forward and her legs opened just enough to display the pale lips of her pussy. One hand with its long fingernail traced a path up her thigh and teasingly over her pussy. My mind was spinning with anticipation of what would come next.

Slowly she walked toward me, her hips swaying and her breasts moving gently. Once again she laid one finger on my lips. Then she brought the white silk cloth from her loins up in both hands and stretched it out in front of me. Slowly she brought it toward me. She moved it toward my face, and as it neared me I could smell a slight musky odor from her pussy juices on it. Then she raised it a bit more and I realized that she was blindfolding me. The smooth white silk covered my eyes and hid her naked beauty from me. For a moment I was disappointed. She leaned into me to reach behind my head and tie the blindfold and as she did her soft round breasts pressed against my chest, flattening my boobs, and her silky hair brushed my shoulders. I could smell the faint perfume she was wearing, but no sound was exchanged between us.

Now unable to see, I knew only what I felt. The rest of the white silk was pulled down and over my mouth, and again tied behind my head, making a soft gag reminding me that silence was demanded of me. The soft music that had been playing faded to complete quiet.

Then I felt nothing, and I waited in the darkness and silence. Time passed. The next thing I felt was a light touch on the back of my neck. It was pulled tighter and I realized that it was a thin chain. Although I could not see it, in my mind I knew it was gold. It encircled my throat and was clipped in front. Then for a moment we again stood in silence. A slight tug on the chain signaled me to move forward. I knew the hall was short, so as we moved I surmised that the white curtain at the end of it had opened. I had no way of telling into what sort of a room the gentle pull of the chain led me.

The chain dropped down so I knew she was no longer holding it. She made no sound to let me know where she was. I waited in anticipation. Soon I felt careful fingers tracing a path along my sweater toward my boobs. Softly she tickled my nipples, which had hardened and were poking through the soft fabric. Her hands went to my waist, then slid slowly under my sweater and up my sides. She pulled the sweater over my head, pulling slightly on the neck chain as she shook it free. I knew that now my large naked boobies were exposed to her gaze. Was she enjoying what she saw? Softly the fingers traced a path around one nipple. Her gentle touch was teasing my flesh. When it finally crossed the nipple I felt intense pleasure. Gently she rubbed the nipple between her fingers. Her other hand came up to manipulate my other nipple round and round. I started to writhe in pleasure but this provoked a sharp pull on the chain around my neck. I took that as a warning to enjoy, but not to react.

Then I felt a very soft touch brush across my stomach. Gently, in smooth curves, it traced a path. So soft it was that I was not sure whether it was a finger or her tongue. Slowly it worked its way up toward my naked tits. I thought I felt a slight wetness lubricating its path. Then it reached my bazooms and as it circled them lightly I became sure that she was licking me. Around each boob in turn her tongue worked, circling nearer and nearer to the nipple. Hard and firm, my nipples cried out for the touch. First one, then the other, she flicked with her tongue. I felt my pussy dripping as my excitement grew. Then gentle lips took the nipple between them and she sucked it in and out. She knew just what she was doing and just how to give me maximum pleasure by rolling the nipple under his tongue. Some of my fumbling girlfriends had sucked those tits, but never as skillfully as this girl did.

As she gently suckled, first one and now the other, I felt her smooth palm rubbing my belly. It worked to the fly of my jeans and opened it. She slid my jeans over my hips, showing my pink thong with the red lipstick mark on it. I knew my dripping pussy was leaving a damp spot on the fabric. Softly her hand worked up over the smooth fabric of the thong covering my pulsating mound, and slid my jeans down off my hips, caressing the sensitive skin of the inner thighs as they did. I lifted my feet so she could pull it off. Then her soft fingers moved back up my legs, caressing my inner thighs and letting one thumb rub over my slit under the fabric, bring out even more pussy juice.

But then once again she moved away. I stood there in nothing but my thong, seeing nothing, hearing nothing, feeling nothing except my pussy throbbing lightly in anticipation, having no other sensation but the light aroma of her perfume in the air.

After a short time I felt her take hold of one of my hands from behind me. She had moved so silently I was surprised he was there. She took my other hand and pulled them together behind my back, and I felt something soft, probably that white silk cord, wrapped around them.

Then she pressed against me from behind, her hands reaching around to hold my boobs and her erect nipples hard against my back. After a short cuddle she moved to the side and pulled me gently back by the cord around my wrists. My hands behind me felt a cold pole and the cord was wrapped around, holding me in place there. Then suddenly she once again left me standing in darkness, hearing and feeling nothing.

For a few moments I stood there, listening for any sound but hearing none. I tried to detect her position from the soft smell of her musky perfume but it seemed to be everywhere and nowhere. The only thing I was sure of was the dripping of my pussy juices. Soon I felt the chain around my neck tighten, pulling me back this time, and I heard the chain scrape as it was fastened, probably to a ring on the pole. I was now constrained, gently in every way but unable to move anywhere of my own volition. I could only stand against the cold pole and wonder.

After time passed, I knew not how long, I felt her hands gently, gently, spread my legs apart and touch my pussy. The hand moved to my pubic mound and softly rubbed. It worked down through my crotch, and up to grasp the cheeks of my ass, exposed by the thong. Then her fingers slid into the band of my thong and began pulling it down over my ass. When my butt was completely bare, only a scrap of fabric covered my pussy in front. Now she pulled that down too, revealing my landing strip and the swelling lips of my cunt I welcomed her attentions by spreading my legs slightly, and felt her soft touch on my inner thighs tracing down my legs. Once again I stepped out of my underwear. Now her smooth hands moved up my legs, tracing a path from my pussy to my ass, then on up my back. She pressed her whole body into mine, her soft boobs pressing against mine, her belly smooth against my belly, and her pubic mound rubbing mine. My body was responding to her every stroke and I pressed close. Then she moved away and again I stood in darkness, not knowing where she was or what she was doing.

After a short time I felt the gentlest touch of something flick over my clit. It was so sudden, so soft, that I gave an involuntary thrust of my hips toward it but it quickly withdrew. Then it was back, a soft gentle touch, then gone again. Once more I felt it, but so soft and quick that I could not even decide if it was her finger or her tongue that was caressing my pussy. Again and again it stroked, and then began to vibrate. I felt it sliding up and down, finding my clit at the top of each stroke, staying there and vibrating at low speed. Softly the vibrator rolled back and forth creating intense sensations. The speed increased, and in the total silence I heard its low humming sound.

It rubbed back up to my clitoris again, and send waves of ecstasy through me as it came to high speed and vibrated against my most sensitive spot. Then it penetrated into my cunt, only a little way, and she rolled the vibrator around and around to fill the walls of my vagina. Suddenly she plunged it deep into me and held it there, the vibrations driving me toward my climax. Then she pulled it completely out.

For a moment I saw nothing, heard nothing but the slight hum of the vibrator, felt nothing but my pussy clenching and seeking something to fill it. Then the vibrations returned to my slit, the tip moving up and down my swollen cunt lips. She was very skilled with it and knew how to produce the maximum pleasure. Soon its entire length was laid along my pussy lips, moving slightly side to side as it vibrated all along them. Then once again it penetrated, and moved in and out as she rolled it side to side and the max speed vibrations drove me to heights of excitement. Deep inside me she pushed it and intensely it vibrated through my entire vaginal tunnel. Then suddenly waves of contractions rushed across my pussy and I climaxed magnificently, my pussy squeezing tight to that vibrating delight.

Then she pulled it out and I stood there gasping. I could see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing. It was as if I were floating alone in space with only the contractions of my cunt to orient me. For long moments I strained to hear anything, to get any feeling for her intentions. I did not know if she was even in the room. What sort of birthday present was this that my friends had arranged for me? Not knowing what to expect was exciting in itself. I felt my pussy becoming engorged again, surely getting ready for another round. Would it come?

A light touch ran up the inside of my thigh. It felt slightly wet and I thought it might be a tongue, creeping toward my slit. Softly it caressed my pussy lips and then licked a long stroke up to my clit. Its wetness just added to my own juices and made all the touches soft and slippery. The tongue rolled around my clit, then up and down my slit and around again and again. I felt hands grab my ass and press it close to the her as she was licking me. With each stroke her tongue moved a bit deeper inside me. Soon it was deep in my pussy, moving in exquisite patterns and finding the exact spot to drive me to the most excitement. She drew it out, then pressed in again. Each time she drew it out I felt more urgent need for it to fill me up again.

Then my pussy felt empty, and there was nothing but a soft flicking touch on my clit. The orgasm denial drove my intensity higher. Around and around she rolled my clit with her tongue, building my excitement with each stroke. Then suddenly she plunged her tongue deep into my pussy, deep and deep and touching all the right spots. She pressed hard and I felt my orgasm erupt, clenching her probing tongue with my pussy as I was bathed in pleasure again.

Quickly she withdrew, and I was left there tied to the pole writhing my hips after my second orgasm. Gasping for breath I struggled to gain control and stand up straight. Finally I was standing still against the pole, pussy dripping but not throbbing uncontrollably. Silence and darkness surrounded me, and I surrendered to them and waited.

Did I feel a soft breeze on my ear? Gently the air moved, then a little more strongly. A soft breath was blowing on me. I felt long soft hair brush my shoulder. Slightly, oh so slightly, I felt something press against my side and my thigh. Lips touched my ear and exhaled gently, her soft tits with the hard nipples rubbed my side and I felt the silky hair of her pussy against my thigh. Wondering what she was doing now, I waited for some sign. She moved away from me. Then I felt a tug at the cord around my wrists and it fell off, to the ground I suppose. I heard a tiny scraping as the chain around my neck moved, and then it began to pull me forward. I followed in silence, because she had never said a word at all.

Walking in darkness, with no sound from her footfalls, I could not tell where we went, whether we stayed in that room or entered another. Soon I felt the light chain fall down across my chest, reaching just below my belly button, almost touching the top of my pubic mound. My hands were free, but I did not reach. My pussy was telling me that it would like to feel my fingers in it, but my mind said to wait for better. So I stood, blindfolded, seeing, hearing and feeling nothing, and waited.

Some time passed. I had no way to tell how long. It seemed a long time, but surely in a long time my pussy juices would have subsided, yet I could still feel the wetness down there.

I strained all my senses. Had I hear a tiny susurration of sound? Was there a soft current of air in front of me? Had she come back, or had she ever left?

Two soft hands were on my boobs but instead of caressing they were pushing backward. Totally unprepared I fell back. The back of my knees hit the edge of the bed and I was prone on its soft surface in a second, surprised and confused. A hand grabbed my ankle. It was pulled to the side, and it was wrapped in something soft and silky. I heard a slight snap. Then my other ankle received the same treatment, pulling my legs far apart. I was left lying there like that, my legs spread wide and my pussy gaping. I tried to move them and found that they were securely fastened to the corners of the bed or some other object, I knew not what.

In quick succession both my wrists were treated the same way, pulled up over my head and to the sides and fastened, so I was totally spread eagled and helpless on the soft bed. The blindfold still covered my eyes and the gag my mouth. I was totally bound in silken ties. I was not sure where this fantasy was going.

For some again unknown length of time I lay there with no sensory clues. I could imagine her looking at me, my pussy open to her view, my melons stretched upward by the awkward position. Was she watching me, enjoying the sight of my exposed body? Was she fingering her pussy? Or was she just enjoying my helplessness?