Shivers run up your spine. You've lost track of time and the only thing you can hear is the sound of someone walking on the floor above and the dripping of water from the pipe overhead. The water drops slowly on your body. You can move but not much as the chains only let you move one to two inches. At first it was no big deal but as time dragged on the dripping started to matter as you move this way and that trying to get away from it.
You can't sleep, think, or move much. You thought you would go mad from it. A light turns on and you hear him walking slowly down the stairs. You feel another shiver run through your body. A glimmer of hope runs through your mind as you start to consider the possibility of being let go and what that would mean. He's going to take me and use my body to please himself. The very thought of this fills your body with life. You feel your pussy start to get wet again. Your nipples stand out hoping that he will touch them or brush up against them. All you want is for him to touch your body and to use it in any way he sees fit. You know whatever he decides to do that your body will sing from the attention.
You remember the first time you found him on Facebook. You were thinking to yourself...could that be him? It looks like him. You wondered if he would remember you. You had a few good times together and hoped he would remember them too. The day at work had been long dealing with unhappy customers at your husband's company. Dealing with your husband was trying enough. Everyday being ignored by him, not touching you, not showing desire for you, had taken its toll. The depression from not feeling like or being treated like a beautiful woman had set in years ago.
You felt like you were trapped in a nightmare. You were only existing for your son and waiting for him to go off to the Army. He only had 2 more years of high school until he would be eligible. The thought of waiting 2 more long years for this to happen was tearing you apart. Then you got an idea about how you could escape from this hell you put yourself in. Every day you reminded yourself of this and you held onto this hope to get you through the day. You look up at the clock. 5 o'clock has come already and it's time to go home to make dinner. You can't be late or he gets mad if dinner is not on time. You get home, put down your bag, and your first stop is the bathroom. As you're wiping yourself dry you feel the soft paper run across your clit and the hunger rushes through your body. You fight the urge to touch yourself more. You start making dinner as you try to shove the urges back down and as you fight them you start to feel the depression rise up in you. Dinner was long and drawn out and doing the dishes by yourself was lonely.
