The room is bare, with only myself and a chair in it, an old wooden chair with no padding just a timber seat and seven uprights that are bridged for the back of the chair.
You look around to see what I have in store for you but there is nothing in the room but me and the chair. I order you to remove my shoes and socks, you sit on the chair and lift my foot to remove my shoe. I slap you across the face hard, I see the redness appear on your cheek immediately.
"Did I say that you could sit?" I demand.
"No sir " You stammer as you jump to your feet.
"Remove my shoes and socks, now!"
You fall on your knees at my feet and I place one foot on your thigh, kicking up the hem of your black skirt so the heal of my shoe digs into the pale skin of you tender thigh. You attempt to remove my shoe, but I press the heal of my shoe hard into your thigh. You gasp at the pressure that I am applying with my foot, driving the heal deeper into your soft flesh.
I relent only slightly by easing the pressure through your thigh, just enough so that can slide my foot from my shoe but to do so you must press my shoe back into your sore flesh again . You slide my sock down my ankle and I press my toes into your thigh to make it difficult for you for you to remove my sock.
I take my other foot and place it on the same thigh and twist slightly as I push my shoe into the tenderness of your skin. Again, you struggle to remove my shoe, I am not making this easy at all for you. Once you have my second shoe off you have a similar fight with my sock as I grind just my big toe into your thigh twisting and turning into you.
You feel the cold wooden floor through your knees and shins as you kneel in front of me. Your poor thigh is red and there is a scratch from the heal of one of my shoes.
"Pick up those socks" I order.
You pick them up immediately. You really do not know where this is going, I have never been like this before. Your heart beat intensifies as you understand the total lack of control that you have.
You hold out my socks up in front of you, you do not know what I want you to do with them. I snatch them from you.
I hold up my socks in front of you and slowly tie them together.
I love to tie knots, slowly, deliberately, and precise. I was actually a Boy Scout, but some of the knots I know, they sure as hell do not teach in the scouts.
I turn on my heel and walk around behind you, placing my socks over your eyes and tying them behind your head. I pull your head back into my cock in my pants and I run my hand down your cheek under your chin and around your throat as I pull your head back into me.
You cannot see a thing. As I stand behind you looking down over your head and down the top button of your blouse. With one hand still on your throat controlling your head I reach down with my other hand and unbutton two of the buttons on your blouse.
I push my hand down the open buttons of your blouse and into the cup of your bra. Fuck you have gorgeous tits. I pinch your nipple as my hands moves around your breast inside your bra.
With one hand on your throat and the other roughly on your breast I drag you up on your feet then abruptly let you go.
As I move around you, you know that I am close to you, as I make just enough noise in my bare feet for you to hear me moving around. You can sense that I am now in front of you.
I press my finger into your chest between your breasts, I dig it into your bare skin and press into your ribs. I run it down your chest as you draw in your breath. The pain is exquisite.
I unbutton the lowest button on your blouse and then I nearly pull you off you feet as I tear the rest of the buttons off as I rip your blouse apart. You are so shocked, why would I do that to your lovely blouse after unbuttoning the bottom button.
You are completely out of your depth without your sense of sight. You fall to the ground as I again grab your blouse and tear it from your shoulders, You cannot anticipate what I am about to do. You feel completely helpless now that I am in complete control.