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.
