I awoke tied; face down on my bed. My hands were tied together, straight above my head, my legs far apart to either side of the end of the bed. I couldn't even wiggle. Around my neck was a belt but it wasn't tight, yet. My body was sore, like I'd been to boot camp. I was tied so tight I couldn't move my neck to see much of the room except my very secure head board and a picture of my loving boyfriend, Chris, which sat on my side of the bed.
He walked into the room, but I couldn't see where he stood. My heart was racing yet I tried to remain calm, whatever he had planned was going to happen and freaking out would only make it worse for me and probably better for him. Without moving within my sight I felt him move onto the bed between my legs. I was shaking now. I had to keep it together.
He grazed my skin along my back so gently; my fear and heightened senses made it feel so intense, I let out a moan. He softly ran his hands along my naked body, bringing me almost to the point of orgasm then he abruptly stopped. The pause was just as intense because I didn't know what would happen next or where on my body. It seemed to last forever. Finally he ended the silence with a slap on my ass.
"Ooohhh God!" I let out, which was followed by another slap to my other cheek. I kept quite by yelling into the pillow. His hands caressed over my back and around to my tits. His rough, strong hands grabbed my small breasts and squeezed hard enough to hurt but soft enough not to bruise. I let out a gasp before catching it and keeping it to myself as he grabbed each of my nipples and pinched hard. I thought I couldn't take anymore as he began to twist harder, but just before I let out a huge scream he released his grip and glided his hands back down my body, over my sensitive stomach and across the outside of my, now very wet, pussy.
