You are sitting at your computer, checking you email. It's late. You just hung up the phone with your husband as he is out of town. Your daughter is spending the night at a friend's house. You are alone in the house.
Suddenly you are startled when from behind, a deep voice whispers, "Don't turn around. Don't move... and you will not get hurt. "
Impulsively, you start to turn but two hands grab your head, holding it in place. You smile. It must be your lover, knowing your husband is out of town, has decided to do a little role playing. The grip on your head loosens but before you can react, you are thrust into darkness as a blindfold is tied over your eyes. In an instance, your hands are brought behind the chair and your wrists are quickly lashed together with soft rope.
You can feel a gentle touch as fingers stroke your hair... your cheeks, and lightly running along the soft underside of your jaw. Ever so softly, you feel your lips being outlined and slightly separated by the increasing pressure of the still gentle but persistent fingertips.
And then they are gone.
Your ears are filled with silence and you wait, but the wait is not long as the feel of lips pressing against the side of your neck sends a slight shiver through your body. As the lips begin to move you feel a hand reach around and cocking your head to one side, allowing the lips greater access to the sensitive spots of your neck. Wonderful sensations are becoming almost continuous now as these lips seem to know not only where to kiss, but also how. Sometimes the lips are soft and gentle. Other times they are firmer... but always so pleasant.
And now they work their way across the back of your neck and your head falls to the other shoulder, not only allowing, but offering your skin to their teasing attack. You can feel the familiar stirrings inside and know your lover is having the effect on you he desires. Though you can not see them, you can feel your nipples starting to harden and are sensitive as they push against the material of your t-shirt. Even if you did not have the blindfold on, your eyes would be closed so you could fully enjoy the marvelous sensations you are experiencing.
And then those lips... those sensational lips are gone, leaving you again with only the silence... until "click. " Your mind whirls trying to place that sound when something cold... hard... touches the side of your neck... slowly tracing it's way down... sliding under the neck of your t-shirt... resting on your shoulder. Right as you recognise the feel of the cold knife blade, the shoulder of your shirt is ripped opened and you feel the cool night air caressing your skin. And in the next instance, there are several violent tugs, ripping and tearing the shirt... shredding it... exposing your shoulders... back... chest... and your breasts... as the ragged material falls in tatters around your waist.
Hands grab your upper arms, holding you still as again you feel those lips... this time at the nape of your neck... more insistent... pressing firmly into your soft skin. And then they begin to ravage your neck and. the newly exposed skin on your shoulders... kissing... nippling... sucking... one side of your neck and body... then the other... relentlessly sending chills... thrills through your body. The hands release their grip and reaching down, start to squeeze your breasts... fondling... molding the soft mounds of flesh... rubbing course palms over your hard nipples... until you feel fingers pulling and twisting the sensitive nubs... all the while those lips... ooohhh, those lips. Your body feels alive... hot... wanting. Your body is moving... squirming... and now you can feel the wetness seeping from your body... soaking your panties.
With a startling suddenness, you feel the chair and you being spin around. Before you can react, your legs are forced apart and he kneels between your thighs... his body wedged in such a way that you could not close them if you wanted to... if you wanted to. His hands return to your breasts... holding each up, lifting them away from your body. Lips encircle one nipple as it is sucked into a warm, wet mouth. You can feel the pressure... pinching... as teeth close on the nipple... harder... harder... tugging... pulling it... stretching... and just when the sensation is too close to real pain... releasing it. Then the other nipple... biting... tugging... stretching... releasing. Back and forth the mouth goes from one breast to the other... one nipple to the other... until you can not believe your nipples can get any harder... any more swollen... stretched... and sensitive. Then it stops. Your breasts are released and they fall against your body.
You sit and notice the only sound you hear is your own rapid breathing.
But then that cold metal is laid against your chest... the coldness actually feels good... until it moves... slowly downward... between your breasts... downward... grazing your stomache... sliding under the waist band of the old sweatpants you are wearing. And then it starts to saw away... slowly... persistently... through the elastic band... until your feel a "pop" as the band gives way and the blade continues it's path downward... slicing through the the material until the crotch lays open. The cold blade now touches your hip and you sit perfectly still afraid any movement on your part may cause it to pierce your skin. Instead it slices through the sheer material of your panties, first on one hip then the other. You can hear the knife being laid on the floor. Two hands reach under you and with little effort, yank the sweat pants and panties down and off your legs... the bare cheeks of your ass now resting on the chair. You hear the sweatpants being savagely torn apart and feel the body move from between your sprawled thighs... stepping behind you again... and suddenly grabbing your ankles... pulling them back under the chair... one leg on either side of the post holding the seat of your chair... and tying them together with what was once your sweats. With your hands still tied behind the chair and now your ankles pulled back, it causes your hips to be forced forward, resting on the front edge of the seat. With your ankles tied as they are, it is nearly impossible to close your legs. Instead, you allow your thighs to fall wide apart. You feel open... vulnerable... and wet... hot.
