Greetings and welcome! This is a "bonus" story. In other words, it differs from my "normal" stuff in at least one key way. Depending how much of my material you've read and hopefully enjoyed, a number of elements in this little yarn will be somewhat familiar. The distinctions are that there isn't exactly a plot (just piping hot sex) and that though I am putting together ideas for and penning more of these as we type, this is my very first work written in second-person—naturally, deliciously Sapphic-flavored. Finally, in a nice reversal of roles, the story is in italics, and the intro is—
gasp
—not. Enjoy, happy reading, and happy... et cetera.
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Dizziness releases you from her spell as you come to. Your eyelids flutter, as if waking from a usual night's rest. But yet before obtaining your bearings, you can tell that something is amiss. You see nil, mere pitch-blackness. It seems something is covering your eyes. You reflexively attempt to remove it, but this prompts your next revelation.
You cannot move your arms. They meet above your head, at the wrists, where your hands are suspended. You tug to free them but to no avail. Your legs are similarly immobilized, but your feet have been placed and restrained as far apart as will go. You turn your startled gaze in the direction of each, jerking and tugging limbs as you begin to panic. The soft cushioning on your joints and soles tempts your mind to relax, but the alarm of your powerless state overrides any and all comfort. You feel confused, unsettled, perturbed, and most of all, scared. The terrifying reality dawns that
anything
could be about to happen to you right now. You're helpless to stop it. The fright prods a collection of goosebumps like a wave over your skin. The air chills them. You feel it all over... not the least of which on your breasts and pussy.
Though your genitals react differently, your mind is flooded with a new burst of dread.
Oh my god
, you think with petrifaction.
I'm
naked!
You summon your voice.
"Help!"
You fight your restraints and try to shout, but all that escapes is a small squeak. But you're too frightened to absorb another shock. You continue to squeak out. Your already stunted energy runs low, and you must soon cease to replenish. As you calm and catch your breath, you hear footsteps approach.
You gasp. The breath you've just caught catches in your throat. You choke back saliva and whimper.
"Help..."
A soft hand palms your sternum. You tense up.
"No...please! Don't hurt me!" you plead.
The other hand touches your back. Your whines and whimpers persist. You feel the bearer of the hands lean in close to you.
"Shhhh..."
You want to obey, but you remain scared. You shiver. But
this
time...
"Shhhhhh..."
Your feel your earlobe gingerly kissed. Something compels you to calm down. You hear her voice.
"It's all right, my sweet. I won't hurt you."
The voice's tone and silky texture warms you inside and out. Her reassuring words and velvety murmur settle your nerves. Her hands begin to fondle your nude figure. It feels nice, though you are still a bit startled. And unaware why you're tied up here in place. Further kisses and caresses follow. You flex your muscles, balling your extremities into fists. The heat from her body mingles with your own, slowly raising your temperature. Questions start to pour out of you.
"...Where am I?... What is happening? Who are you? What're you doing to me? Why am I tied up?"
She chuckles beneath her breath. You feel her lips work their way down your cheek and jaw, around to your chin.
"Well now, that leaves 'when' and 'how.'"
She chuckles again, and tends to your inquiries.
"First of all," she coos, as what feels like her nose nuzzles your cheek. "You're in a study."
For the first time, you detect the room's other source of sound and heat: the subtle, soothing crackle in the fireplace.
"...
A
study?"
"Why, yes. Delectably confined to its desk, in point of fact," she clarifies. "You know how you like to read.
"I've taken the liberty of shackling you to said desk, my lovely lamb."
Kiss.
"As I, this fateful twilight...
"Am your appointed... se
ductress
."
The next kiss is the first to grace and enchant your own lips. Your solid thoughts turn fuzzy, and your brain starts to go mushy. Tingles ride your flesh. There are those goosebumps again.
"Tonight..."
Kiss.
"Darling..."
You reflexively clench, arch your back and moan as the seductress slides one rapid, stealthy fingertip up your labia. It irritates your rational mind, but feels
so good
. You yank on the shackles, but naturally are not allowed out of them.
"...I'll be making intense, sensual love to you. And you're bound and cannot move so that I may have my way with you, completely and
thorough
ly... and so that you must stand still as my toy and play-pet, and take and enjoy all I'm prepared to give you."
Something about the inflection in her voice makes you tense up a bit again. As if she's about to stroke your pussy once more and make you wet before you're ready. But she does not. She takes your face in her hands and kisses you with fiery passion, forcing tongue access. Overwhelmed, all you can do is comply. A new, intoxicating vertigo takes hold and swirls about as her kisses sizzle you, coercing your sweat glands to activate, and your lady-goods to respond. As the kisses reach an end for now, you find yourself longing for more. You try to regard her through the blindfold tied over your eyes.
"But... but, how di—"
A finger is placed to your honeyed lips.
"Shhhh. No more questions. Don't overthink, don't analyze. All you need to know is this. Tonight, you're mine. All and only mine. I am going to make you feel things you never came
close
to feeling before. Things you never dreamed possible. I can see from your reactions I'm already convincing you.
Trust
me, my dear."
Your breath heaves as you lower your voice to a hungry whisper.
"...Kiss me again."
She regales you with another chuckle. A hot chill tickles your spine as you detect a note of sinisterness in her voice.
"Very well..."
As your lips resume contact, she
grips
your quivering pussy, rubbing and stroking. A torrid, mind-melting rush of
pleasure
assaults you. So abrupt and fierce, you don't know if you can take it. Once more, you leap to your instincts, wrenching and jerking on your merciless albeit comfortable shackles. They hold you fast. Frustrated and yet in
flamed
by the seduction of kink as well as of your hostess, all you can do is stand stationary and let it happen. Your already burning cunt soaks with arousal just for its own relief. Your wicked but charming seductress, who knows all and sees all, chortles at you once again.
To your dismay, she releases you. She was making you love it, but not wishing to tip your hand, you try to be cool. You wince back the desire, your sublime pleasure taken away for the moment. You grit your teeth and utter one short, succinct word.
Her laughter turns musically benevolent. She slips her fingers into your mouth, urging you to taste your yearning.
"I see I'm persuading you," she taunts.
Resisting the inclination to bite her digits, you obediently suck them clean. They are retracted, and she lets you be for a moment. You reflex and clench your muscles in an attempt to distract your mind from the now absent passion. A brief bit passes, and her footsteps return. You feel her warmth infuse you a second time, even before she reapproaches.
You hear a
clip!
sound.
"What's that?"
Leaving this query unanswered, she adjusts the hair at the back of your head, exposing your shoulder blades. The next sounds are familiar enough to recognize. One of them is that of her climbing onto the desk behind you. Just here at the shoulder blades she begins, with liquid-caked hands, smearing and coating you. It comforts on contact, coaxing a soft groan from your lips. She leans up beside your ear and chooses this moment to satisfy your curiosity.
"Baby oil."
With that, she proceeds to cover and massage your arching back, your jiggling ass, your quivering calves. When this is done, she descends off the desk and continues down each of your legs.
"Beautiful," you hear her voice come, from down by your foot. "Brilliant, and beautiful. You're glistening."
She restarts at your other ankle, and works her way back up your front. You whimper and shake as you feel her inch towards your pussy. "Oh god," you rasp as her soft, potent, sensual hands slather your remaining thigh. "Oh please..."
"...Please?" she repeats, toying with your mind. "...Please
what?"
You search and grope for the words, but she fills in the blank for you. You gasp and suck air through your teeth as you feel it.
"Please
tease
...and torment your dripping wet hungry little..."
Another murmur close to your ear. She sinks her teeth into your lobe, and
thrusts
her fingers inside you...
"...
Pussy
, perhaps?"
...For one solitary, aggressive lashing stroke. You throw your face to the heavens and scream. But this time, the full volume and expression of your voice is granted. Also just as before, your evil seductress makes you regret your eagerness, by abandoning your famished womanhood.
"...All in due time, darling."
She goes on lubing you with the oil. As displeased and resentful as you feel for this denial and frustration, you yourself cannot deny that she knows what she is doing. She knows her way about your body and mind, just how to touch you, to excite you, to rev you, to drive you, to aggravate you, to humiliate you. You at once hate her and love her for it. Though unlike the hate, the love bears substance and staying power. Before you know it, she has reached your breasts, trifling with your stiffened nipples. Goodness swells inside you like a balloon. The baby oil's innocent aroma wafts into your nostrils and dazes your senses. She finally reaches your upper torso and sternum, where she first touched you upon entering the room. And as a finishing touch, she palms your cheeks and forces a
