You wake in a dark room, your head groggy with a slight headache. You try to stretch and find that you can not move your arms. You strain some more and realize that both your arms and legs around bound. You snap awake and try to figure out where you are.
You can't see much in the room. The windows are covered with what appears to be black blankets that do not let much light in. You are tied with arms and legs outstretched to king size 4 poster bed. You can barely discern a door on one side of the room. There are small side tables with drawers on either side of the bed.
You try to remember how you got here but the last thing you remember is eating lunch at work earlier. You think it is earlier, you really have no idea what time it is, other than there is still some daylight left that seeps through the blankets over the windows to give you a little light to see by.
You hear a click and the door starts to slowly open. Whatever room is behind the door has no light so you can not see who has opened the door. You see a shadow enter and close the door behind it. Your heart starts to pound in fear as you wonder who could have brought you here and what could they possibly want with you.
The shadow moves to the foot of the bed and tests the ropes on your legs to make sure they are still tight. They move to the sides to check the ones binding your wrists. You think by the shape of the shadow that it is female. A hand reaches down and slowly traces in invisible line down your cheek. You suck in a sharp breath at the warm touch.
"I see you are finally awake" a soft voice whispers.
"Where am I?" you ask. "What are you going to do to me?"
"Where you are is of no consequence, and you will have to wait and see what my plans are for you."
The hand moves down to your chest and slowly moves down to your stomach. Her finger trails down past your belly button in small wavy lines to the button of your pants.
She sighs softly and says, "I should have done something about this earlier, oh well."
You hear her grab something off one of the tables and see the silhouette of a knife in her hand. Your heart starts pounding in fear. You try to say something but find that your mouth has gone dry and the words die in your throat as she gets on the bed with you.
You feel the cold steel of the knife as she slides the point softly up your arm. You shiver at the cold touch waiting to feel the bite of the blade when she cuts you. The knife moves up to your bicep almost in a caress the touch is so soft. You close your eyes, holding your breath, awaiting the bite of the knife.
You hear a ripping sound and realize that she is cutting away your shirt. You feel the pressure as the knife cuts from the arm of your shirt to the neck, then down the side opening up one side. You keep your eyes closed as she repeats it on the other side. You feel a small draft as she removes your shredded shirt.
She straddles you and runs the point of the knife down your chest softly. You open your eyes to see her on top of you. You are scared to death but at the same time you can feel yourself reacting to this scary but strangely erotic experience. You wonder to yourself what is wrong with you.
I could die and here I am getting hard with some crazy chick that could potentially slice and dice me, you think to yourself.
She sets the knife down beside you and leans down inches from your face.
"Are you scared?" she asked softly.
"Yes, please don't hurt me." Your voice sounds weak and scared to your ears.
She laughs softly, "Don't worry; I'm not going to hurt you....much."
You feel the soft caress of her breath on your face as she leans closer and kisses you softly on the lips. She runs her tongue across your lips then gently nips your bottom lip between her teeth. You feel her breasts slide across your chest. Your body reacts with a jolt as you realize she is naked on top of you.
Her soft lips trail down the side of your neck, her hot breath moves across your skin. Her tongue swirls across your neck before she nips you again. Your breath catches in your throat at the sudden pain and pleasure.
She moves down to your chest, her soft breasts sliding across your stomach. The warmth of her soft flesh on your skin sent jolts of electricity through you. She softly kissed your chest then ran her tongue lightly across to your nipple. You let out a soft gasp and she slowly suckled your nipple, circling her hot tongue around your nipple. You grunt as she bites down on it sending waves of pain and pleasure throughout your body.
She sits up, her firm round bottom pressing down on your very hard cock. You moan aloud as she squirms against you, the friction almost driving you mad. She shifts off of you, you raise your hips trying to keep in contact with her but she pushes you down roughly.
"Ah, ah ah my pet," she replies.
She picks up the knife and presses it against your throat. "You will only be touched when I want you to be touched, do we have an understanding?"
"Yes Mistress," you breathe, fear creeping into your voice again as you strain to obey her.
"Good, please me and you will be rewarded, displease me and you will be punished," she replies. Do you understand me?"
"Yes," you reply.
"Ok, this is your first test. I am going to untie you and you are going to turn over onto your stomach. Try to get away or touch me in any way and you will regret it," she says with slight menace in her voice. "And you can call me Mistress when you answer me."
"Yes Mistress," you say.
You watch her slide off the bed and move to one side. She unties the rope binding your left wrist. She then moves to the foot of the bed and unties your shoes, slips them off and pulls off your socks. She unties your feet and moves to untie your right wrist.
"Now when I untie this last rope, you can stretch if you like, but you will not touch me or yourself. You will turn over onto your stomach and lie down for me to tie you back up. Are you going to behave yourself my pet?" she asks.
"Yes Mistress." You say as she unties you. You want to grab her, throw her on the bed and have your way with her, giving her a taste of her own medicine, but you hold back. You still do not know who she is or what she is capable of, or what she will do if you disobey her.
You stretch your arms and legs and slowly turn over onto your stomach. When you go to spread your arms and legs out you accidently brush your hand along her stomach. She grabs your wrist roughly and ties it tightly, the ropes cutting painfully into your flesh. She moves to the end of the bed and grabs your ankles, roughly spreading your legs and binding them again.
"You touched me, my naughty pet." She says as she grabs your free hand. "Although I do not think it was intentional you will still be punished. But other than that slight problem you did well and you deserve a small reward."
You feel her move closer to the edge of the bed; you feel the heat radiating from her naked body.
"You may touch me, my pet," she says as she spreads her legs.
You move your hand up a little to run your fingers through her pubic hair. As you touch her you realize that she is freshly shaven. You trace your fingers down to her lips. You hear her softly gasp as you run your fingers across her lips. You slide one finger between them, feeling the hot warmth of her wet pussy. She pushes against your fingers as you slowly tease her clit. She moans softly. You think that if you get any harder it will become painful.
She grinds herself against your fingers for a few minutes, her moans getting louder and her pussy getting hotter and wetter at your touch. She suddenly pulls away and squats down next to the bed. You almost cum right there as she slides one of your fingers into her hot moist mouth and sucks off her own juices. You squirm as your erection becomes painful as she licks and sucks your fingers. She finally pulls your fingers out of her mouth and ties your wrist again.
She grabs the knife again and moves down towards the bottom of the bed. You feel the tip of the knife on your ankle and hear the fabric of your pants ripping as she cuts your pants all the way up the side of your leg. She does the same on the other side, then slowly pulls off your tattered pants.