I come to and am first aware, vaguely, of feeling squeezed and full.
I'm positioned on my knees and forearms and instinctively move to stretch out and lie down, but I find that I can't. I'm constrained. It's not painful, but I'm certainly held in place. Rope, I realize dully as my mind starts to clear.
I consider other sensations, more clues about where I am. At first I think it's dark, but when I try to blink my eyelids brush soft fabric. I'm blindfolded, I realize.
I explore my restraints, shifting my weight forward and back a bit. My forearms and toes are resting on cool, flat metal. A table? My knees are propped on a cushion. Wiggling my hips slowly side to side the feeling of fullness comes back to me. I squeeze my thighs together and sure enough, I feel something large filling my pussy, maybe even held there by some of the many ropes crisscrossing my legs, hips, and chest. And neck, I realize now. Rolling my head around I can feel something thick wrapped around my throat. A leather collar maybe.
Finally, I think I've constructed a picture in my mind of my situation. I'm tied up naked on some surface, a metal table perhaps. I'm on my knees and forearms, bound in this position. The ropes are also squeezing my hips and chest, and my breasts are hanging heavy below me. My pussy is full, my eyes are covered, and someone has put a collar on my neck. Picturing it now I'm flushed with such a wave of arousal. I feel my pussy wrapped tight around whatever's filling me and tingling from the sensation. I arch my back against the restraints and the rope pulls against my chest. My nipples are aching for someone to come in and touch them. I feel myself getting wetter thinking about it.
Now, logically, someone must have brought me here and arranged me like this. Maybe I should be afraid. Waking up here, presumably drugged, bound, naked, alone. But my mind feels soft and sleepy, my body electric. All I can think is that if someone went through the trouble to bring me here and tie me up like this, they must be planning to come back. At that thought, it's not fear but deep craving that courses through my body.
After taking a few minutes to assess my situation there's nothing left for me to do. I begin to wait, in the quiet and the dark, in anticipation. My mouth feels a bit dry so I swallow a few times. I lick my lips. And then it occurs to me that everything else on my body is constrained in some way but that my mouth is free and open. I haven't been gagged. A picture begins to form in my mind, a picture I like very much. And at that moment I hear a door open.
The door clicks shut and I hear footsteps, heavy on the floor, approaching me.
I can feel the energy of someone approaching, coming to stand just in front of me but not touching yet.
"Mm," a man's voice says quietly, low at the back of his throat. "Very nice."
He places a hand on my cheek, his rough skin hot on my face. I lean into his palm, aroused somehow by this simple touch. Aroused, I suppose, by the anticipation of what might come.
He caresses my cheekbone with his thumb for a moment, then slides it down to touch my lips. Immediately I open my mouth for him and he runs his thumb along my bottom lip. He moves slow, keeping the pressure steady. I sigh, softly, wanting more and he breathes out between his teeth. Again that low, quiet voice. "Good girl."
Without warning his other hand grabs my hair, rough, and pulls my head back sharply.
He begins to slide his thumb past my lips into my mouth. Achingly slow, he pushes his thumb along my tongue reaching as far back as he can down my throat. His hand is still pulling my hair tight, holding me in place.
And he's talking. Again in that low voice he says, "I have brought you here. At the end of the day I will come back for you. I will do anything that I want with you. In the meantime you will do as you are told. You will be very well behaved. Can you do that for me?"
It's work for me to respond around his fingers, which are still down my throat and holding my jaw. But I do my best to say, "yes."
"Good," he growls. His hips are now less than an inch from my face. I can feel the warmth pouring off his body. He pulls back harder on my hair for a moment. Then, all at once, he leaves. My mouth suddenly empty, his footsteps receding, the door opening and closing.
It's quiet again but my mind and body are alert. I feel a dull, throbbing in my pussy. The need to be touched. But all I can do now is wait to see what will happen.
***
Some time later, it's hard to tell how long, I hear the door open again. My body's a live wire, electrified with anticipation and need I can hardly stand. My mouth, the only part of my body that isn't restrained, almost waters as pictures of what could happen flit through my mind.
I don't hear footsteps yet, just someone standing at the door. Then, finally, I hear a new voice say simply, "wow." Then a pause. The door closes slowly. And finally, I hear footsteps padding across the floor.
This new man reaches out and touches my back, caressing. With two strong hands he begins to massage my shoulders and back between the ropes. With the force of his hands on my back he pushes the side of my face down into the cold metal. His touch is powerful and pleasant, but not what I need.
"Please," I hear myself whimper, not exactly meaning to.
He chuckles, "please what?"
Flushed now with a pleasant, almost shy feeling, I say, "please let me taste you."
"Ah," he says with a smile in his voice, "alright."
I hear the sound of him unfastening his belt. Then a zipper. He takes his time and the feeling of need builds inside me.
I push myself back up to my forearms, alight with anticipation. And then, so lightly, the soft, warm head of a cock brushes along my lips. I open my mouth and extend my tongue gingerly. The texture is so luxurious, silky smooth. I run the tip of my tongue in small circles around the head. I form a small O with my lips to kiss and suckle the tip.
