Tied up Waiting

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.

But this man is holding himself back and I'm unable to reach any more. Restrained in this way but needing so badly, I whimper, "please," again.

And, finally, he begins to slide down along my tongue and into my mouth. After such delicious anticipation the feeling of fullness in my mouth is such a release. Pleasure rushes through my body and I abandon myself to the sensation of this man filling my mouth.

After a moment, however, I clear my mind. The man who brought me here told me to be well behaved and I want to do my best. Slowly I pull back and focus on pleasuring the man standing in front of me. I'm sucking his cock as sweetly as I can. I pause occasionally to tease the tip with my lips and to run my tongue along the silky, pulsing underside.

At first the man is patient, letting me explore and set the pace. Occasionally I hear him murmur, "mmm, fuck," enjoying the way that I'm sucking him off.

Eventually he wants more and begins to thrust deep into my mouth. He's modestly sized and I can comfortably take all of him into my mouth and the back of my throat. As he starts to fuck my face I feel more and more turned on. Him pleasuring himself with me like this is thrilling. I moan around his cock as he speeds up, fucking my soft, wet mouth faster and faster.

After a while he grabs my shoulders and pulls me into him. Finally, with a moan, he plunges deep into my mouth and holds me in place as he comes down my throat. I massage the underside of his cock with my tongue as I feel him cumming. I'm not thinking of anything other than his pleasure and my desire.

He holds himself in my mouth for a moment after he cums. He's massaging my shoulders again. His breath is steadying. Finally he slides his cock out from between my lips. I swallow and try to start to lick him clean but too quickly he is gone.

"Thank you," he says simply just before the door shuts behind him.

I swallow again and lick my lips. I can just barely taste him at the back of my throat. His sudden withdrawal leaves me empty. I need more. I rest my forehead down on the cool metal. I wait.

***

Again I can't tell how long has passed but, finally, the door opens. This time it slams shut and heavy strides bring someone to me.

Just as I'm about to push myself back up to my forearms to greet this new person I'm pulled up abruptly by my neck.

I realize with a jolt that the collar I'm wearing must have some chain or rope attached. The pressure on my neck increases as this man pulls up hard. My breathing comes up short and behind my closed eyes I start to see spots of light and color. My whole body is pulsing. Somehow, I feel myself getting wet between my legs despite the potential danger of the situation. Finally he drops the collar and my head and arms fall hard against the table. Blood rushes back to my brain, pleasure flushes through my body.

I hear the sound of a belt being unfastened again and then footsteps moving behind me. Without warning something whips my ass.

My body vibrates, any possible fear overridden entirely by how much getting whipped turns me on. Being trapped here with some unknown man abusing my body somehow feels so good. I feel three more sharp whips across my ass and my skin starts to feel hot and tender.

Then I'm pulled back up by the collar around my neck. I feel this man's hands fiddling with the ropes along my back. He must be tying my neck up in this position. This time the pressure isn't so tight. I can breathe and blood can flow. But the position is very vulnerable too, with my head held back and my chest so exposed. The position forces my mouth to rest open, just slightly.

I hear his footsteps again and then, without hesitation, a cock is forced deep into my open mouth. This new man plunges into me again and again. He's thick and long, and his cock is hot on my tongue. The sensations are so intense that I can't think. I can only feel. I feel the stinging on my ass, the tingling fullness of my pussy, the pressure around my neck, and this cock fucking my mouth.

He grabs my hair and pulls hard Every sensation of pain and pleasure is bringing me deeper into my body. I love the feeling of being used in this way. But still, I want more. My clit and nipples are aching from the need to be touched. My pussy is so wet and needy.

His stamina is impressive. He fucks my face for a long time. My jaw starts to ache and my eyes are watering. There's spit drooling out of my mouth around his big cock and onto my forearms perched below me on the table. Just as I start to think about how badly I need to swallow, he pulls away.

"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out, whore," he says gruffly. His first words to me.

I don't hesitate. I want to be good for him.

A hot jet of cum hits my tongue. More follow. Cum pools in my mouth. The thick, hot liquid starts to leak out of the corners and to drip off the end of my tongue. Once he's finished I begin to swallow. Without hesitating he slaps me across the face.

"Did I say you could swallow, bitch? You disgusting whore you spit that out right now."

I spit. He pulls my hair back and sticks two fingers down my throat, making me gag cum up. I spit and spit again. My eyes run from the pain and general intensity of sensation. With my head still pulled back by the collar, cum, spit, and tears are running down my chin and neck, and dripping onto my tits.

For a moment I'm so distracted by my spluttering that I don't realize where this man is in the room anymore. The belt takes me by surprise. He delivers four more whips across my ass. I cry out without holding back. I'm hurt, startled, and humiliated.

As I release the emotion welling up inside me I can feel other other feelings still pent up. My pussy is throbbing. I am as turned on as I have ever felt. I need to be touched so badly. I need to be fucked. But in this position I am merely at the mercy of these men. I won't get my release unless one of them chooses to let me.

As my breathing settles from the waves of shock and pain I realize the room is still. The third man must have left.

I'm unable to even lay my head down now, since I'm still tied back by my neck. The spit and cum are drying on my face and chest. My ass is still stinging. And in my pussy there's a throbbing need. Whatever object is filling me up is not satisfying in its stillness. I need, I need, I need. But all I can do is wait.

***

A long time passes. My body has begun to feel sore in this position and tender against my restraints. The desire in my body is starting to wane as a cold, tired feeling sets into my skin, muscles, and bones.

However, when I hear the door open I start to feel alert again. This time I hear a soft voice cooing, "oh you poor thing. Gorgeous and sitting here all alone."

He approaches now, this fourth man, and brings a warm, wet cloth up to my face. Painstakingly he begins to wipe all the dried cum and spit off of my mouth and chin and neck where he can reach around the blindfold and collar.

He's moving slowly, leisurely. As he cleans me up he makes these sweet noises. He lilts, "hm, mmm."

He continues cleaning lower, wiping along my collarbones and the top of my chest with the rag. The cloth dances so close to my nipples that I could scream. His delicate touch has, somehow, turned me all the way back up and the nearness of his hands to my breasts is agonizing.

"Touch me!" I want to shout, but his tenderness stops me somehow. It would feel almost rude to interrupt him.

Finally, leaving my nipples so sorely neglected he pauses. He's crouched down in front of me, with his face quite close. I can feel his breath on my cheek. He must be looking at me because he says, softly, "mm, what a pretty little mouth."

He kisses me then, very tenderly, and my body hums with a warmth I haven't felt all day. The erotic tension is still pent up inside me, still clawing to be let out, yet it's

also soothed somehow by the sweetness of this kiss.

He teases my lips with his tongue. He plays with me. He pulls back and I strain to lean forward against the restraints. I want him to kiss me more. I need his hands to touch my breasts. I need someone, anyone, to touch my clit and release the churning energy inside me.

But instead of kissing me back, he murmurs, "will you open that pretty mouth for me?" And when I do he stuffs the cloth he used to wipe me off into my mouth, gagging me completely.

"Oh," he murmurs again, "so pretty." But I can feel the energy has shifted. His sweetness is coupled with something else now, an edge.

Unceremoniously, his fingers find my nipples and pinch me hard. I whimper, and again he makes these soft noises. "Mmm, hm." He tightens his grip on my tender little buds, so swollen and sensitive from the day of suspense. At first the sensation is thrilling. It hurts, but at the same time it's so erotic. The pressure builds and he starts to pinch me harder than I can bear. The pain becomes excruciating. I begin to squirm against my restraints but his grip remains firm.

Finally he lets go and begins to massage my tits gingerly, soothing my aching nipples and breasts with his palms. After all day of craving this touch I moan into the cloth. He leans close to my ear while he continues to squeeze and rub my chest. Softly he purrs, "gorgeous tits. Gorgeous body." For the moment I feel a flush of pleasure at his sweetness. The way that he's alternately harsh and soothing makes my head spin.

He pulls his hands away and my tits ache from the lack. I hear a rustling and after a moment something sharp and cold clamps down over my left nipple, and then my right. The sharp pain makes my pussy throb. I start to feel a pulling sensation. Something must be attached to these clamps on my nipples. He's pulling on them and it hurts. The pain is so acute that I cry out, the sound muffled by the gag. I start to scream but he doesn't stop. Instead he's still making the same soft noises, saying "mm, hmm, that's it. Gorgeous girl."

Finally the pulling feeling stops, but he leaves the clamps on. There's a throbbing pain in my chest now and a strong pulsing of need in my pussy. My mind is spinning. Where does pain stop and pleasure begin?

He's gone from me then, stepping back, maybe to look at me. Tied, gagged, and blindfolded, nipples clamped, my head still held back by the collar around my neck. "Yes," he says, "so gorgeous."

I hear his footsteps moving behind me. He's tutting softly, maybe looking at the welts. Again he says, "oh you poor thing." He begins to massage my ass where it stings from the belt. Soothing the skin. He starts to kiss my hips and lower back. His mouth tantalizingly close to my dripping pussy.

And then, without warning he spanks me sharply. The pain makes my eyes water. He spanks me again and again, so hard, so many times that I completely lose track.

Finally he takes mercy on me and stops. He kisses my stinging skin again. His cruelty and his affection send waves of confusion and craving crashing through my body. I try to beg him to touch me but all I can do is moan into the cloth gagging my mouth. He ignores my pleas.

Instead, his hands move to my back where he fiddles with my restraints. He releases the rope attached to the collar that's been holding my neck back all this time. With a sigh I roll my head around and shrug my shoulders. I take a moment to enjoy the freedom of movement, then I lay my head and shoulders down on the table to rest.

Standing next to me now the man is continuing to maneuver my ropes. Eventually he reaches his arm around my waist and pulls me down onto my side on the table. My hip and shoulder land hard on the cold metal. I'm startled by the impact and it takes me a second to realize that he must have untied some of the ropes. He's rolling me onto my back now and grabbing my waist again to drag me across the table back into place. He nearly hums to himself while he works; soft "mmm"s punctuate the steps in his process to rearrange me.

Curiosity and arousal blossom inside me. What will he do now, this tender and cruel captor?

He spends some time arranging me on the table in a new way. I'm laying on my back now and he pulls my body up, just a bit, so that my head is hanging off the edge of the table. He places some soft padding behind my neck. Then he starts untying and retying other ropes connected to my body. Through the blindfold I can't be sure which.

It never occurs to me to rebel as he frees and reties my various limbs. I was instructed to be well behaved. And, anyhow, I want to find out what will come next. My body is trilling with anticipation. He spreads my legs wide and leaves my knees a bit bent. He ties my feet down flat to the corners of the table. He ties my arms down along my sides. The change of position is such a welcome relief after kneeling all day. My hips relax. Having my pussy spread wide like this and still being stuffed full sends waves of want through me.

Standing at my feet now he runs his hand along my legs and up my thighs. His fingers brush closer and closer to my center but he always stops short of touching my clit or wet pussy lips. My body is on fire. After hours of craving and desire I can't take much more. I whimper involuntarily into my gag and he just makes soft, patronizing noises of sympathy. "Mm, hmm, oh you poor thing."

He steps away for a moment. Maybe he's observing me. Maybe he's thinking. Eventually he steps back towards the table. I can feel his presence between my legs. The anticipation of what might come next makes my heart pound.

Without touching me at all, this man grasps the object filling my pussy and begins to pull it out as slowly as possible. Even this subtle sensation of friction after the hours of full stillness is so pleasurable that I moan loudly around my gag. Finally, I think, after this excruciating day of waiting, of being used, of pleasing these men, finally my pussy will get to be touched. However, as the tip of this long, thick object reaches my opening the man begins, slowly, to slide it back into place. I strain to raise my hips against the ropes, urging him to fuck me with this object. But after he has reinserted it into my body the movement stops. My pussy is full again, aching, waiting, and I hear his footsteps walking back around to my head.