This is a fantasy.
It is written for those who cannot get out of their own heads, who cannot get into the mood, who cannot let go.
As always, there is the twist.
Sometimes, we need a push.
Amy lay on the bed and let herself relax into the pillows. The house was cold and her room was hot. The doors were locked, the chores were all done. The candles that she had placed on the dresser filled the air with vanilla and rosewood. She flicked on the noise cancelling headphones and settled them over her ears. They connected to her phone with a quiet chime. She ran her hands down her naked body, luxuriating in herself. It had taken years for her to love herself, years of hard work, hard physical and mental acceptance of who she was. Her breasts filled her hands. She tugged her nipples idly as she opened an incognito tab on her phone. Her skin was soft, her body a petite hourglass. With soft, slim fingers, she slipped her hand down her body, over her shaved mound to spread her pussy lips and brush the tip of her clit. Amy denied herself for a moment and opened her preferred website. Stories, videos, all at her fingertips, but she wanted something specific. She had to scroll, but there it was. Once word, no description. FORCED. She opened the audio file and laid back.
It even had music to play it in. Despite this professionalism, it was delightfully homemade. Two character, man and women, the man narrating, the women contributing as best she could. His accent was a lilting soft Irish, his voice firm and strong. Amy made herself comfortable and checked that the door was closed before lowering her blindfold. The women could not contribute to the scenario due to the gag over the mouth. However she had his permission to make as much noise as she could. Amy brushed her sides with her fingers as he explained exactly how she was tied up, exactly what he was going to do to her. How she ended up in this position. Eventually her arms would get tired, bound above her head to the wooden bed posts. Her feet would ache as well, as he teased her pussy unable to close her legs as they were bound apart. Imagine this women, long blond hair spread on the pillow, blindfolded, arms and legs spread apart, powerless. Amy gasped at that part. She always did. It got her, a bolt of truth about herself, what she wanted, what she needed. She crossed her arms above her head and held them there as the man spoke about the most sensitive parts of her body, how he owned her, how humiliating it must be to let herself be tied up, knowing that she could not escape, knowing that she had no choice. Knowing that he could do what ever he wanted to her. Amy hated that part, she loved that part. The idea that she, strong and confident could be tied up, owned. Maybe he would come on her face, her tits. Maybe he would use her body. Maybe he would leave her like this. The woman moaned loud enough to be heard thorough the microphone. He chuckled, a coarse rasp that rode over her arousal. Now he was teasing her. If she wasn't wet, he would leave her alone. If she wasn't dripping with desire to be owned, he would untie her now and let her be. His hand trickled down her body, Amy could imagine it as she matched it with her own. Slow, slow, he teased the both of them. Amy tensed as she reached her pussy, waiting until his knowing laugh let her finally spread her lips and tease a finger along herself.
She was soaking wet and ready, so, so ready to cum. In the story, the man laughed and taunted his submissive, explaining how her was wiping her juices on her face, smearing her makeup, cleaning his hands in her hair. She was a slut, a whore, a submissive bitch who needed to be owned. Her wetness damned her, and now he was going to do what he wanted with her body. She was just holes to him, waiting for him to pick one.
Amy grunted and reached down with blind fingers along her side for her dildo. Her hands grasped its smooth side. Sometimes she used a vibrator, but it was too fast. Tonight, she wanted to go slow, to tease herself, to edge herself. She wanted to force herself to take it, to feel the pain, the pleasure as her tight pussy was forced to spread before the invader. She lowed this dildo. She knew deep down that if she pressed her vibrator to her slit, she wasn't going to take it off until she had cum. The man was fingering his sub, forcing her to moan every time he added a finger. Amy slid her dildo down her body, feeling it catch on every single shaved hair on her pussy, driving her arousal higher. The woman screamed and Amy shoved the dildo inside herself roughly. The pain made her back lift off the bed, but her wetness eased it inside her and she settled as the feeling of fullness overrode the pain.
