She lay there waiting. Legs spread and tied down. Her ass high propped on a wedge of cushion. Her eyes were covered with a mask, and her arms were as immobilized as her legs. She waited. And tried to calm her rushing pulse.
She heard the door to the bedroom open. No words. No indication of who it might be. Then apropos of nothing a hard smack across her ass. She gasped involuntarily. A hard pinch followed in that sensitive place between her thigh and buttock. And then she felt her cheeks being spread.
Something small was inserted and she felt the cool lube squirt deep into her hole. Then a finger began working that same lube in and out of her ass. She was about to get fucked. Without knowing who would be penetrating her. She heard the sound of that someone pouring more lube out and massaging it in. Not on her, but on whatever was about to be inserted into her.
She willed herself to relax. She felt a tip pushing against her puckered hole. Pushing, seeking entry. She felt a body hovering over hers. She got a definite male vibe. Not a woman with a strap on. A real live cock as pushing into her at this moment. Her head started swimming. Was it her Sir? Was it another man? Was her Sir in the room as well if it was another man? No voices. No noises except those of the bed and her own rapid breathing. Her own heartbeat drumming in her ears drowned out what else could be.