She waited.
She had been brought here blindfolded with velvet cuffs fastened about her wrists. Her arms had been gently lifted and secured above her head. Soft hands had bathed her and then dried her. A cup was put to her lips and she sipped honeyed wine.
Oiled hands had then touched her, rubbing scented oil into her flesh, kneading her muscles, and working the oil in. The hands started at her hands and feet and moved up her limbs slowly. Her thoughts drifted and she lost herself to the caressing hands.
She had felt the hands slipping across her shoulders and back as other hands began anointing her breasts. Hands rose up her thighs and she gasped as she felt feathery touches on her sex. More hands rubbed oil across her smooth bottom. Suddenly she stiffened as two oiled fingers delicately slid into her sex and began to work the oil in. She moaned and tried to press herself down onto the probing hand but her pinioned hands held her too high. Another gentle, oiled finger traced the cleft in her bottom several times and then slowly, almost shyly, entered her from behind.
Softly and languidly she had been probed, the fingers withdrawing and sliding back into her in an alternating rhythm. Other hands squeezed her breasts and hardened nipples. Waves of pleasure swallowed her and small cries escaped her as she arched up on her toes. More hands caressed her face as the pressure built up and she neared the brink, the precipice of passion. Her legs shook and she felt slick moisture on the inside of her thighs as her breath came in shuddering gasps.
The fingers had withdrawn from her body, the hands had stopped touching her, leaving her in exquisite frustration. She moaned sadly as she felt cool cloths wiping her intimate parts clean. She hung by her wrists for a several minutes. Her hips twitched, anxious for the fingers to return.
Without warning hands had touched her again, steadying her as her wrists were released. She was lead forward until she felt cushions beneath her feet. Gently but firmly she was made to kneel on hands and knees. Her wrists were secured to a bar raised a few inches off the floor and velvet straps were used to secure her ankles to rings set in the floor. Cushions were arranged under her knees. She gripped the bar and quivered with anticipation. Cool air from an open window brushed across her body.
She waited.
Now she heard the soft step of slippered feet approaching her. A cool, small hand touched her bare back and then trailed down to her bottom, delivering a sharp smack to her round bottom. It stung her and she purred deep in her throat. The hand spanked her bottom several more times and her flesh began to tingle. Then she felt something touch her back and it took a moment for her to realize that it was the trailing ends of silken cords sliding across her back, bundled into a scourge of pleasure.
The cords trailed down her back, caressing her bottom and legs several times. Then, quickly, the cords were lashed down across her back again and again. The scourge flailed her across her back and down to her bottom as she wiggled and moaned. The lashing silken cords did not harm her, but served to excite by stinging the flesh and raising the sensitivity to the point where any touch became a thing of extreme pleasure. She began to cry out as each time the scourge fell on her.
The cords whipped her across her bottom and then moved to snap up and lick her breasts and belly. She could feel the blood running under her skin and that her flesh was turning pink and hot. The kiss of the cords on her nipples and breasts, the kiss of the cords across her bottom, excited her and made her writhe and squirm. Her breath came in short gasps and she pulled against her bonds. The scourge continued to fall, moving now to lick between her legs and sting her sex. She sagged down to put her head on the cushions but a firm hand took her hair and pulled her gently back up on her hands and knees. Another scourge joined the first and she was lashed across her legs, thighs, bottom, back, breasts, belly, and sex in a continuous cycle.
