I'm lying here naked on your large bed, feeling small and fucking needy, aching in my core, longing for you, wondering when you'll return. I want to touch myself so badly, but I can't, for you've handcuffed my wrists and ankles to the bedposts, and I'm on my back with my arms and legs stretched out wide. Through the open windows, I hear the sound of waves crashing against the shore, and I've begun moving my body to the rhythm of the waves.
It's evening now, and almost dark, but it was late afternoon when you bound me, and, at that time, white, pure sunlight poured in through the windows. The warm air enveloping me had felt still and stifling, as if nature had inhaled her breath and held it there. It was eerily quiet outside, no swish of tree branches, no birds calling, no squirrels chattering, only the gentle sound of waves washing on the shore. You told me to rest, that you'd be back in a while, and you left me, alone, aching for your touch.
Then, suddenly, nature exhaled. The room quickly grew darker as grey clouds rolled in and blotted out the sun. A lonely wolf howled in the distance. Wind chimes on the porch began to tinkle, gently at first, then wildly as the wind picked up.
Now twilight has arrived, and soon it will be completely dark in the room. The wind whooshes loudly as it travels through the tall trees. I hear a loud crack and the sound of a branch crashing to the ground.
The rain begins pouring down in torrents, filling the room with its sound. I breathe in air heavy with moisture, and the intoxicating scent of fresh rain permeates the room.
With the passing of twilight I can barely see my hands stretched out above me. A flash of light sears the darkness. Shortly after, the sound of thunder booms and echoes against the walls, reverberating through my sensitive body. The lightning must be very close.
I start trembling. I feel alone, vulnerable, with a rush of adrenaline flowing through me. But mostly I feel fucking aroused. I look around with eyes wide open like a frightened animal. I hunger for your presence. My heart beats rapidly in my constricted chest, and my breath comes shallow and fast. Where are you?!
You've never bound me and left me by myself before, let alone during a thunderstorm. What are your plans for me? Please come quickly!
I inhale slowly and deeply, trying to calm my mind and body, for I trust you, Sir. I want anything and everything you have for me. I will do anything you desire. For I belong to you: I'm yours to use as you please.
Yet I'm on edge, and I flinch and let out a yelp during the next lightning flash when I see you have come into the room and are standing near the bed looking down at me, your eyes glinting with desire. The thunder makes a sudden, loud crack!
My body feels charged with electricity. I'm intensely aroused, and you haven't even touched me yet. Waves of warm tingly pleasure flow through my body. My face feels hot, my lips throb with my heartbeat. I squirm on the bed in my bonds, peering into the darkness, trying to see where you are now.
The lightning flashes again, and the thunder cracks! This time you're standing at the foot of the bed between my legs. Oh, god, you look handsome in a black suit and tie, and you're carrying a black leather crop in your hands. Mmm. I ache to have you kiss my needy body with your favorite toy.
"Hello, little treasure," you say with a deep, lustful voice that sends such thrills through my core that I moan and my hips begin to sway.
I swallow. "Hello, Sir." I say in a small, breathless voice.
"Ahh. You seem very needy tonight."
"Yes, Sir."
"How are you feeling after waiting for me bound and naked, in the dark during a thunderstorm?"
"Ahhh. I feel fucking aroused, Sir," I say with a catch in my voice.
