Her breath came out in tiny puffs as trudged up the stairs laden with packets of fruits and vegetables. The upward climb produced a burning sensation in her legs and she used up every little bit of energy she had left to climb the final flight. Cursing the janitor for not fixing the elevator, she slid her key into the key hole, turned the lock and after pushing the door open, entered her empty apartment. Home sweet home. She left the groceries on the kitchen counter and after kicking her shoes off in the middle of her living room, sauntered into her bedroom. Flopping onto the bed, she allowed the exhaustion to claim her and slowly fell into a deep slumber.
She was back to that same place again. A silken blindfold was tightly tied around her eyes, depriving her of her vision. Her legs and hands were tied to 4 posts with something that was slightly more coarse. Rope? The cool air brushed against her skin, teasing her nipples and bringing her attention to the fact that she was not wearing a stitch of clothing. That should have scared her, but it only caused the wetness to drip down her thighs. The fact that there was nothing that she could do to hide it or stop it worsened the situation until her thighs were slick with her own juices. Cursing her libido, she tried to control herself, focus herself, center herself. But she could not let go of her vulnerable situation and that heightened everything.
There was a sudden change in the air as she felt him enter the room. She did not need to see him to know who he was, or what he was capable of. His face, his scent, the feel of his skin against hers were memories that were etched in her brain. She heard him walk towards her and stop, his mere presence tightening her nipples into buds that were aching for his touch. She wanted to beg him to touch her, to pinch her or tease her, but she knew that if she broke this silence, she would be punished and not in a way he liked.
Today's lesson was to teach her to be quiet. She had always been a vocal lover but sometimes subs were supposed to be seen and not heard. She felt him run his fingertips across her abdomen leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She arched her back, pushing her tits out in a vain attempt to get him to focus his attention on them. But it was all for naught. He ran his fingers against her arms, her neck, her collarbone, her legs but left her pussy and nipples cruelly untouched. The frustration got the best of her and she let out a scream of frustration. He stopped what he was doing at once. A certain sense of foreboding filled her and she wondered what her impatience had cost her.