Stealing Your Body

Oh, you know me. But right now, you can't label me. I've blindfolded, tied, and strapped you into that bed; you can't touch me or identify me unless you know my voice—and you've never listened, so that won't be much of a problem.

I'm moving towards your body—slowly, so I can savor the naked pinkness of your body. Those tantalizing weeks of seeing only the edges of your tattoos are finding their culmination now, now that I have finally got you where I want you. Defenseless, and in my bed. And don't deny that you aren't interested; you've already started swelling, and all I've done is tied you up and talked to you. Of course, you were passed out when I undressed you, so you can't remember how I touched you then. Makes you think about what you drank last night, doesn't it? Mmmmm....my lips are sealed. Maybe I should seal yours too.

What? You want out? But darling, I haven't even started yet. Let me show you what I mean...do you see what I'm holding? Of course you can't, silly me—I forgot, you're blindfolded. I'm just going to brush it up and down your...

I see you like the feather. The way you stiffened as it slowly dusted up...and down...didn't you think there was a reason I tied you with your legs spread so widely? You can't even pretend to resist my little toy. And I love watching you try. If only I had a mirror, so you could see the way your skin shivered...it is like seeing someone's moment of revelation in class, when their face shifts from dull to inspired, only you quiver as if you are still fighting me. Like you are doing now. You should know it only makes me want you more, when you challenge me. You were the unconquerable one, impervious to all of the hopefuls...that is, until last night. And now you are naked, and now you are mine.

Did you catch me when I gave myself away? You did, I could see your eyebrows twitch—there they go again. Tuck that idea away for now, because I'm not going to talk that much longer. As I've been stroking you with the feather, you've started to relax; are you comfy? Because I have many more toys, and many more hours...ah, but that might grow dull. Even someone as delicious as you could bore me if I did all the work. Or maybe I won't...

I'm joining you in your prison now; it was lonely on the side of the bed, just me and the feather. I can feel the softness of your skin as I slide my body up to yours—slightly damp with sweat, you're perspiring like a virgin...though I know you aren't. I've always preferred mine broken-in, anyways. It gives more meaning to when I straddle you like a saddle...like now! Oh, didn't I tell you I was naked too? You should have suspected; you ARE one of the smarter ones in class.

Have I got your attention? I thought so. Sitting on someone's sex tends to have that effect. But you know what's even better? Riding. People always have such nice reactions. And just from a little rubbing! What was that? Ohhhhh? Your moans sound just like I thought they would—you're trying to keep quiet, because you're not supposed to be enjoying this. What would your friends say? How politically incorrect to enjoy being helpless, to like being the one without power!

But I will release you, if you truly want me to. If you ask now, you can leave. Do you want to go? You must tell me, for this is the only chance you will get. I can give you a word for safety if you stay...but why are you quiet? Have I stepped too far? Oh...your silence is refusal...I will untie the knots. I had wished...what did you say? 'Stay'? Are you sure? You don't even know who I am...or do you? Don't answer, I don't want to know. Let me think myself anonymous, I will enjoy my little fantasy more that way. And now I can resume playing with you, now that you have said yes.

So you liked it when I was grinding against you? But isn't it frustrating that I haven't touched anything else? Like your nipple, or your thigh, or your lips...but perhaps I will lick them instead. Your neck was made to be bitten—slowly, softly. The mark won't last long, just enough for you to remember when I did...this...and this...and this. I know I said I had hours, but now...you've made me tense, your straining muscles and the ties that bind. Do you need the release as much as I do? Prove it; I'm untying you...now.