The room is dark and cold. You've got a blind fold over my eyes. My wrists are bound together with rope and strung up above my head on a hook. The ceiling is so high, just the tips of my toes are scraping the ground. There's a bar keeping my ankles apart and two clothes pins clamped on to my nipples. You stand in the corner, watching me twist around moaning through the pain.
A moan escapes my lips as I sense your presence moving towards me. Looking down between my legs, you notice a line of wet rolling down them. A chuckle forms in your throat,
"I see that you're enjoying this. Don't bother denying it, your pussy is giving you away."
Two swift steps and you're standing right in front of me. I can't see you, but I can feel the fabric of your shirt brushing up against my stomach. With no ceremony, you rip the clothes pins off my nipples. I yelp, and you smack my breasts.
"There will be no talking. No sounds.."
I nod my head slowly, and try to contain my self as you begin to attack my breasts with your teeth. The trickle that was between my legs is now a flowing river. You run your finger through my juices and smear it across my breasts so you can lick them clean. You work your way down my chest and stomach until you reach my pussy. You let me have one big lick before stepping back.
Before I realize it, another moan escapes by throat. You smack by breasts three times and walk away. You leave me there, hanging. Alone. So close to orgasm. I know you are punishing me for making a sound. I don't know how much time has passed.
Was it five minutes? Twenty minutes? All I know is that my arms are beginning to hurt like hell. Finally, I can hear you moving towards me. I can feel your hands working on the knots above my head.
When the knot releases me from the hook, I fall like a rag doll. Who was I kidding? Why would you catch me? I collapse on the cement floor. You grab me by my left wrist and drag me across the floor to a mattress.