This story is inspired by a pen pal in another country. It never happened and the characters are fictitious. It is my... our... fantasy. Any resemblance to real people is coincidental. It is also the first part of a multi-part story which will become more and more descriptive over time. Should you choose to comment or rate the story, please do so with this in mind. Anonymous negative comments will typically be deleted. Stand up for who you are!
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As she lay there, eyes looking, searching for some light and finding none, the silence deafening, she could hear her own breathing. Arms out above her head slightly and legs splayed, all 4 limbs softly tethered with silk scarves she reached around the scarves holding onto her wrists and pulled. They gave only a little before becoming taut and unyielding. She sensed...
She felt the coldness of metal on her right shoulder and then... a snip, and the support of her bra was released from that shoulder. A moment later the same coldness on the left, and then the front snap bra was released as well. She lay there as the cloth covering her breasts was removed, laid out to her sides. She felt the back of her bra still under her and thought... shouldn't he pull that out, take it away? And then she wondered to herself again, 'Why did I think that?'
The coldness a moment later touched her hip on the right... snip. And then the left hip... snip. And her panties, carefully chosen for tonight were similarly laid to the side, the cloth in the middle removed and she lay there, naked, blindfolded, vulnerable.
The bed she lay on was a full sized bed, not a king or a queen, so her body, splayed, open as it was covered nearly all of it and her hands were near the edges. She could feel the drop off of the mattress and flexed her hands again pulling slightly on the scarves which bound both her wrists and ankles with the same result, the soft, unforgiving ties which she'd agreed to be bound with. She wondered briefly about the placement of the bed, pulled away from all four walls in the center of the room...
Huma thought to herself 'What do I really know about this man? Am I truly safe? What if... but then there was no 'What if?' that she could wrap her mind around. She had trusted him and, up until now he'd never betrayed her trust. Would this be the first time? 'What did I do?'
Questions, questions, and more questions and no answers in the blackness, the quiet, the coolness of the air on her skin and her thoughts. She could feel her skin start to crawl. Goosebumps, tiny, too numerous to count, little mounds holding the thin hair on her arms, barely visible wisps of nothingness on her breasts, her nipples hard and her body shook a quick shake like one sometimes does when they first awaken, startled out of a hard slumber.
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And still it was quiet.
'What's that?'
A faint touch on her shoulder trailing down to her breast, onward to her flat belly and barely grazing her femininity before sliding down the inside of her right leg. 'What's that?' again.
The same softness, the light caress. It wasn't a finger or a hand. 'What is that?' as it trailed the opposite direction, up her left calf, thigh, touching 'her' again before grazing her belly, breast, and shoulder again.
Repeated, again... and again... and again... and again... until her body shook with anticipation when it stopped. And then, her eyes wide open to the blackness, Huma licked her lips and whispered 'Please... I want to see...'
Still there was silence.
'What's that?' 'What's going on?' She looked to her left and quickly to her right seeing nothing, her mouth open 'What? What are you doing? How can you do that?' as she felt the same exact feeling of softness caressing not just one side of her body, but both simultaneously, as if in a tandem dance with her nakedness.
She was now vividly aware of her nakedness and tried to close her legs together, but the scarves there were as unyielding as those on her wrists. She thought about screaming out her 'safe' word, the word which, if she even whispered it, would end the experience and she'd be released from the bondage she'd agreed to. It was simple... 'Lahore!', but as much as she wanted to know, as much as her breathing was rapid, shallow, and as much as she felt her vulnerability and nakedness, THAT wasn't going to happen.
She'd signed up for this.
As the cloth... it was cloth wasn't it? Or, was it a feather... two feathers? Trailed down her body, she took another breath... 'I trust him... I trust him... everything's alright' and her mind relaxed. 'Ok... Ok... Just let it happen.'
As the touch moved upward this time Huma reached out with her hands, trying to touch... something, someone, and she did... oh so briefly touch skin with her left hand. She felt it give quickly, easily. Something in her told her it was a penis. Whoever was on her left was naked, and a man.
'That's weird' she thought to herself. That she'd even considered that there was someone other than David there hadn't even occurred to her before, but now, open for the world to see, vulnerable, her chest heaving and her breasts dotted with tiny goosebumps, the thought came to her that, perhaps, he... they, weren't alone. And, it was another man there.
