Beads of sweat dripped down my face, inches away from my dried and chapped lips. My heart beat increased as the seconds ticked by, the ticking being the only noise I could hear from the small analogue clock placed on my left. My wrists were encircled by the ominous cold metal of what I could only assume to be wrist cuffs. The chains clanked together as I attempted to pull my wrists from their restraining prison. My legs longed to absently kick around in the empty air, but instead restrained to the point of immobility. I couldn't help but panic, I couldn't help but question how I ended up like this and why?
The night had started out like many others with Sir. He came and picked me up from the train station, though this time he seemed just the slightest bit different. His commands were stricter, his voice more authoritive.
We reached the hotel and almost automatically went to dinner, in the restaurant. He seemed slightly more relaxed, though I couldn't help but notice his hands feeling slightly clammy whenever I reached out to grab him, and the nervous, almost impatient look which quickly turned into an absent and emotionless smile whenever I turned my attention fully his way. Something was strange, and it was a rare occasion when Sir would act like this, instead of his usual more upbeat, caring self.
After not having time to eat in my rather busy and hectic day, I managed to pig out on food, to the point where I couldn't possibly eat anymore.
We both went up to the hotel room, where within almost minutes of stripping off into nothing and laying in the comforting arms of Sir, I was fast asleep.
The last thing I could remember, was the buzz of television and the strong smell of Sir, overpowering my nostrils. Now I lay bound and naked in the blinding darkness, which strained my eyes as I attempted to see past my nose. Could Sir really of just left me here? I tried screaming out for help, but something was stopping me from opening my mouth, and my throat was so dry it slightly resembled sandpaper.
I felt scared and alone. Why would Sir do something like this? He knew I hated the dark and he knew I would panic. I tried and tried to scream, I thrashed my arms around, hoping the chains would make enough noise to attract some type of attention. But I slowly gave up, sinking down into the warmth and comfort of the bed beneath me, tears beginning spilling from my eyes, blinding my already impaired vision.
I don't know how long I had laid there. I knew it wasn't that long, though I couldn't help but compare it to forever. I had long ago attempted to count the amount of ticks the clock made, but even time seemed to slow down and I began to lose patients, waiting for the next tick. Then I moved on to the attempts of falling asleep, but every time I was even close I would turn to quickly and the chains clinking would automatically pull me into being wide awake once again. Plus did i really want to sleep, for any other reason than to pass this imminence boredom.
I laid helplessly and completely defeated on the bed, when suddenly the sound of distant footsteps drew closer, much closer. My body automatically shot up as far as I was able to and began attempting to shout for help as loud as I could manage, though this was already deemed pointless.
I prayed and prayed that this person would come to save me, but as soon as the footsteps got close enough to be outside the door, they carried on a couple of more steps, coming to an automatic step. I looked to the direction of what I had assumed to be the door, which I was unable to see in the ridiculous darkness. My mind overpowered with thoughts of hope and faith.
The footsteps once again came closer, and this time stopped at what I assumed to be outside the door. I guess if I wasn't mere breathes away from suffocation, I would be currently holding my breath, but that was not a choice. My top half kind of floated in a sat up position, staring towards the door, waiting for it to open, to receive rescue or any sort of clue to why I was here.
The door clicked opened, I squinted my eyes, desperately trying to see who it was, but the hallway was almost as dark as the bedroom and all I could see was a faint silhouette of the figure which stood infront of me. The height alone caused me to believe it was Sir, causing me to only slightly calm down. Even though I knew who it was there was practically no guarantee I was going to have any more fun.
I never really thought Sir would do something like this to me, especially not without talking to me about it first. The main thing I love about Sir, was not his power over me, but instead his kind and caring side, which really made him the owner I practically dreamed about, when I was just a naive young women. He was the one who protected me whenever needed, (even if it was him who I would sometimes need protecting against) and he was the one who cared for me in all means possible when I needed him to. He would always think about my feelings before most other things, and of course before anything as extreme as this we would discuss in lengths beforehand, as he was always scared of frightening or mentally harming me. Though this of course never applied to my punishments, even though they always was kept within my hard limit's, he still managed to push against them, and push me in un-imaginable ways.
I attempted my best to look back at anything I had done recently or even in the past which could of earned me a punishment to this extent, or even a punishment at all. I had not completed a few small tasks he had set me, and argued with him once or twice within the past week, but even myself who had been handed some very harsh punishments, thought that what could be about to happen was almost evil.
I laid there, finding it hard to breathe, as the person (who I still assumed to be Sir) walked over to me. As he got closer I attempted harder to recognise the face, anything, but the darkness prevented this from happening. I saw actions in the corner of my eye, to see the mysterious person reaching into a pocket and pulling something out. It was almost in a matter of seconds I was suddenly blinded even more, by a cloth being tied over my eyes. I attempted to frantically move my head, preventing the person from blinding me, though the grabbed hold of my neck, and held it tightly to the bed, releasing my head only when they tied the cloth together at the back.
I felt the bed go down, due to an added pressure, followed by the opening of a zip. The person sorted through the bag. I felt a leather clad hand, stroke my face, causing me to flinch and turn my head to the side. The hand followed down on my body, stopping only slightly to stroke and pinch my nipples, and coming to a complete stop at my undeniable soaked pussy. The finger stroked teasingly against my clit, and rubbed my juices all around between my legs. The fingers left, my pussy finding the need to attempt to follow it, if it could, feeling abandoned by the touch. The fingers returned back to my face, wiping my own pussy juices, around on the bare skin, and over my nose, bring a strong smell of sexual need, to only heighten my level of horniness.
I felt a pair of cushioned headphones, being placed over my ears, not letting a single sound past, deafening me and taking away another precious sense of mine.
I laid in complete silence, not knowing what was to come next, not knowing at all what was going to happen tonight, and maybe even longer.
The time seemed to slow down once again, I flinched every time I believed I heard a sound, or every time I thought I saw something, though both were obviously just my imagination. The anticipation was dreadful, though slightly delightful, and I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, hornier and hornier. I needed release, and I needed it now, or at least a slight bit of attention to my pleading pussy.
