Caroline awoke in white satin sheets. She felt drowsy. She didn't know where she was. Or who she was. She couldn't seem to remember anything for that matter. All she could observe was that she was in a room that consisted of a California king size bed, a very large rectangular mirror on the far wall, two dark mahogany nightstands and a beautiful crystal chandelier hanging above her. The large Gothic looking door was bolted shut.
The not knowing why or where she was brought a deep sense of concern in the pit of her stomach as she peered around the room, almost frightened. She laid there, her heart racing at first, one questions swarming her mind. Perhaps there was nothing to worry about, she told herself. The room was bare, yet luxurious and there were much worse places to be trapped.
The room was dimly lit with warm tan painted walls, creating an almost sensual and welcoming presence. She lifted her heavy head from the pillow and noticed her reflection in the mirror on the wall across from her. How she got here she didn't know, but she was surprised by her appearance. Her long dark hair curled, and she wore a white nightie that showed off her tanned toned skin. And even though she felt tired, she looked refreshed. It felt nice seeing herself like this and whatever bad feeling had stirred in her stomach minutes earlier seemed to be dissipating.
However the problem still remained that she couldn't remember anything. A frightening thought at first, but as she stretched out her arms and legs over the smooth surface of the sheets, she was more taken with the carnal sensations that were beginning to tickle her skin than her loss of memory. She yawned and as she was doing so, her fingers lightly touched her breasts through the silk of her nightie. She noticed how taut the fabric was against her breasts. This touch from her own hand made her skin flush. She lightly caressed her breast again, this time noticing how hard her nipple felt. She squeezed it and moaned softly. It was as if this was the first time she had felt the curves of her own body. Running her hand over her skin, she observed how each hill and valley that made up her tight yet voluptuous figure brought a sensation that made her pussy tingle.
Being held a prisoner in a supposedly locked down room was the least of her worries now, in fact...it seemed to turn her on.
Something was taking over her and she didn't know what it was. She looked around the room again. The door was bolted shut, and she was seemingly locked in, and the feeling that someone was watching her; all of these things made her pussy pulsate even more. The fact that she was held captive and on display aroused her deeply. Something was happening inside of Caroline that was new to her; a hedonistic desire that touched every part of her as she looked around at her surroundings and then at herself. She couldn't remember if this was something she felt before, but when she watched herself in the mirror, it was as if she was seeing herself for the first time. She was taken by her own beauty and the sight of herself in a tight nightie and exposed, made her skin flush.
But what Caroline couldn't remember was being the housewife of a prominent doctor in upstate New York. She couldn't remember the wealth that she lived in or the sadness. Her husband, always busy and working seemed to only want her for sex and nothing else. He would come home, always in the mood and after days, months and then years of waiting for him all day long, trying to get ahold of him between appointments, she completely lost her trust and connection to him. But regardless of her lack of wellbeing in their relationship, he would demand sex. Him always coming voraciously and her always feeling left behind and numb.
In her younger years she had always had complex issues around sex having grown up in semi religious household with a father that always assumed she was doing the worst. The most ironic thing about it was, she wasn't. She didn't even lose her virginity until she was twenty, terrified of getting pregnant or an STD.
Still, sexuality plagued her while growing up. Caroline was beautiful and an extremely sexual being, but repressed it as best she could. She had always thought of herself as a closeted freak, spending all those years as a virgin pleasuring herself for her much needed release and meanwhile stopping hook ups before they went too far as to not cause anything bad to happen to her and disappoint her family.
What would people think if they knew the real her, she had always thought. The hidden Caroline behind closed doors. They would be disgusted.
Caroline grew up a good girl because good girls got the husband and the fairy tale. But her good girl fairy tale wasn't going the way she had imagined. While the beginning of her relationship with her husband was hot and heavy, she could never completely let go after years of learning to repress herself around men, which her husband reminded her of consistently. And which caused her to recoil and never feel good enough for him. Never feel that she was what he ultimately wanted. Caroline was constantly scared that he would find what he was looking for somewhere else. Something deep down had told her, he was.
But now here in this room, something inside of her was calling to all those sexual feelings she'd been hiding for all these years. Her heart began to beat fast as she noticed sensations stirring inside of her and burning her skin. She touched herself lightly, dragging her fingers down her neck and then down into the crease between her breasts before her nightie stopped them from going any further. She wanted to rip the nightie off and expose her naked body, to see it for the first time.
Her pussy throbbed. The heel of her foot happened to be pressed against the mouth of her pussy and she started to rub against it and couldn't help but moan. She noticed herself in the mirror and did it again, her chest heaving, her nipples seemingly trying to rip apart the silky fabric.
She was so turned on she didn't know what to do, her heart was racing. She pretended someone was watching her as she watched herself getting more and more aroused. It was if something came over her that she didn't have control of. The need to pleasure herself was too great.
Caroline pressed her heel against her pussy again and felt the electricity shoot through her body and she arched her back. She watched herself as she did this over and over again. Her breasts began to slip out of the nightie and she gasped at how swollen they seemed, how hard and pink her nipples were. She fanaticized that whoever was watching wanted to suck on them and she imagined them rolling their tongue all over her engorged breasts. She pulled the strap of the nightie down slowly exposing both of her tits, then one hand slid down to her clit. Her slit now felt swollen and tight. And very hot.
She got on her knees and attempted to pull the nightie down over her hips and butt, but realized it was stuck around her tiny stomach. She was writhing like an animal at this point, the realization that she couldn't get it off turning her on even more. She moaned as she tried to pull it over her body, watching her mounting reflection. It was like a game she was playing with herself. Watching herself getting more and more turned on seemed to make it even more exciting.
Her whole body shuddered with pleasure. She moaned as she writhed around trying to pull this constricting piece of material off of her heated body. She finally remembered the nightstand next to the bed. On the nightstand was a glass of ice water. She pulled the drawer open and found only a pair of scissors. She didn't question anything and grabbed the scissors. She began to cut the nightie in half between her breasts and down her stomach while on her knees, her limber legs stretched to the sides so she could continue to rub her pussy onto the satin sheet beneath her. The coldness of the scissor against her hot skin made her body shiver and her pussy throb even more. She finally tore off the nightie and exposed her naked body to the mirror and to whomever she pretended was watching her. Her mouth gaped and she gasped at her own beauty and began to rub her hands all over flushed body, pretending they were someone else's.
She took the cold scissor and pressed the metal edge against her swollen pink clit and the inside of her pussy began to tingle out of control with electricity. She desperately needed that coldness again and that's when she remembered the glass of ice water next to the bed. Her mind began to wander to how she would use that ice all over her body.
