Here’s another story from the archive I have touched up for your reading pleasure. I’d love to know what you think...
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Her eyes opened with the lightness of the coming of spring. Long, curled eye lashes unfurled like the Amaryllis, or as it is better known- Belladonna- fitting as its Italian moniker translates to ‘Beautiful Lady’. She rests uneasy as her senses come back to life, awakened from a deep slumber by a stirring she had not felt in a lifetime.
It felt like hunger, only more profound, more than in her gut. It radiated from deep inside her, sending a tingling sensation over her entire body, pulsing from her core and trickling all the way out to her extremities.
The room was awash in white sunlight, bathing her body in warmth. As the sun’s rays cascaded onto her bed, she could feel the sting of its heat on her feet, then her shins and slowly up over her knees, its advance slow and precise and agonizingly delicious. She was close to shaking as she felt it creep up her thighs and between her legs. Despite the shortness of the journey across the slender legs that supported her petit frame, the wait was interminable. Her breathing was now panting as she begged for the strength not to move until the sun kissed her where she desperately yearned.
Dizzy as she waited for the heat to caress her most intimate flesh, the curtain spoiled her fantasy, halting the sun’s progress. Her thoughts were now alert, her mind alive and her body wanting, she struggled to dip her hips down to be in the sun only to find her body unable to respond.
Invisible restraints held her bound to the fantasy that had been playing out in her mind. Again and again, the scenarios played out in the theater of her imagination. Her body was the stage set against varying backdrops with a revolving cast. The only constant was him- the costar of her desirous mental wanderings.
There she lay, still but quivering as the mise-en-scene now commandeered her imagination. A pink blindfold through which she could see strands of her white-blond hair around the periphery allowed the warm morning light to reveal something of her surroundings. Despite knowing that she was in her room, her eyes perceived unfamiliar environs. Rustling sounds nearby confirmed that she was not alone. Her heart skipped a beat the instant the subtle aroma of his cologne wafted over her nose.
She found his cologne attractive on its own. When infused with his pheromones, she was powerless to resist it or him. His smell liberated her passions while his ropes made her a prisoner to his erotic whims. Lost in the scene as it unfolded, her body instinctively followed the lustful script written by his hands across her skin.
Waiting impatiently, unable to move more than a fidget under the tightly bound ropes, she grew anxious. He was there- she could feel his presence- watching her, scanning her naked body on display for him, laid bare, exposed. Her customary modesty melted as she imagined him surveying her- the intoxication of his smell and the electricity she could feel with his proximity dissolved her trepidation.
The thrill of being totally under his control and under his spell cast a warm glow over her body. The anticipation of his touch turned her squirming into something more like a the slow, rhythmic movements of a dancer. She swayed her hips back and forth for him, shaking her chest hoping to entice him. She could feel her breasts tied with loops which made their ample flesh stand up and slosh about as she performed for him. Her fully erect nipples ached for the perfectly calibrated touch only he knew how to apply.
Breathing him in, her lungs now sharing the same air as his, she craved more, needed more. The distant memory of his touch- both his feather soft caress as well as his vice grip- was unsettling. Remembrances of the taste of his mouth inside hers and the salty hot sweat she licked from his neck made her mouth water. The bandana gag in her mouth was saturated as she tried to swallow the saliva now pooling.
Seconds lasted hours while days passed in the blink of an eye in her fantasy theater. Today was no exception. The agonizing wait was sublime. The more he made her wait, the more aroused she became. She could sense his eyes tracing over her, slowly following the path of his desire and she allowed his gaze to be the touch her skin now begged for.
He was careful not to touch her skin as he loosened the rope that bound her left leg to the lower corner of the bed. Using another rope under the back of her knee, he bent her leg and tied it now to the upper corner of the bed. Repeating this same procedure with her other leg, she now found her legs bent at the knees, hips wide open and ankles up in the air. Cinching all of the ropes again, they dug into her skin and pulled her legs open just beyond the point of comfort.
Her skin burned from the friction as the ropes tightened, giving her a pleasurable pain further heightening her arousal. She felt the blood pumping hard at her ankles, knees and wrists where she was bound tightly. Her hands began tingling as she pulled hard against the restraints causing the blood to be cut off slightly.
In her ordinary life, she maintained control in every area. This was reflected in all things including the way she kept her house to the way she related to the people she worked with. Despite her diminutive stature, she was a powerhouse, unafraid of anyone, leaving nothing to chance and generally exerting her powers of persuasion to ensure the results she sought. Her extraordinary success in life, both personally and professionally, was due to her inexhaustible persistence.
And yet it was here, residing in her deepest, most fiercely guarded fantasies that she was his. Surrendering to his lust, yielding to his demands, submitting to his every request was the exaltation of her bliss. In moments such as these, she began to understand how far he would push her to satisfy his ravenous animal appetite and her need for him to take her further. Her threshold was much higher than he knew or that she had ever tested. She wanted more. She needed more. She would beg for more if only she was not gagged. She would get on her knees for him, satisfy his every wish as she wished he would do for her.
Her mind now swirled as her body adjusted. The ache in her pelvis from being stretched apart was now just a pleasant pressure. She wanted his weight on top of her. The pressure on her wrists was thrilling, but she wanted it tighter. She wanted him to take hold of her and squeeze her with his hands, wanted him to leave marks. She wanted him to pin her down as he loomed over her, groping her wherever he wished, pulling and squeezing, tickling and kissing, licking and sucking, pinching and biting her.
From under the blindfold, she could see him approaching again. She could feel the bed move as he climbed up. It was his warm breath on her calves that she felt first causing goosebumps to raise on her thighs. If she could move, even just a few inches, she would lunge at him. If she could talk, she would beg him to touch between her legs, to spread the lips of her swollen mound and drink thirstily. She nearly came as these thoughts raced through her head.
“Eat me! Eat my pussy until I tell you to stop! Suck me and lick me, damn it! Oh God I want you!” she screamed in her mind. A thousand times she had dreamed of him, his head between her legs, her smooth thighs squeezing his head, her fingers weaving in and out of his hair, tugging on it to push his face harder into her. She wanted him to slurp her labia into his mouth and suck hard, like he was trying to suck a thick milkshake through a straw. As her desire escalated, she wanted him to bite her outer lips gently.
She wanted him to slap her mound gently. She recalled the fantasy of him whipping her inner thighs with a riding crop and a leather whip. She could’ve cum if he had only done it a little harder, if only he had kept whipping her, if he had gotten a little higher, closer to her pussy. She begged for this in her mind as her moans now came out as a roar. “Oh god, slap my pussy! Harder! Whip me! Whip my pussy before you eat it!” she cried out, the words jumbled and muffled under the bandana gag.
The feeling of his tongue at the very top of her inner thigh was nearly imperceptible and almost caused her to cum right then and there. A shock wave rang over her whole body. She could feel a warm rivulet of juice spill out from between her swollen, pink lips down the crack of her ass. Lifting her head, she could see the pleasure it gave him to gawk at her spread wide open and dripping with burning anticipation. “God damn it, just touch me. Do anything, please. I can’t stand this any longer. Whatever you want to do, please do it. Take me. Take any part of me. Use me in any way you want...but fucking do it right now, damn it!” she moaned.
Now she could feel the bed shift under his weight as he hovered over her breasts. Leaning down, he breathed on her left nipple. Taking a handful, she gasped as she felt him squeeze as he took her nipple into his mouth. His mouth was delicate at first before she felt a tremendous pressure. She felt the pleasure of this hard sucking and gentle biting all the way down into her toes. Pulling away for a moment, he let go of her breast just before giving it a slap.
