It is dark in your house. I move silently towards your bedroom, stealthy in the night. I am a shadow. As I climb the stairs I step over the creaky step, no one would notice my approach, certainly not you in your sleep. I open your door without creak or groan to see you sleeping peacefully and close it securely with equal care.
I watch you sleep for some short while, enjoying your faint smile as you dream happy thoughts, the rise and fall of your breasts as you breathe, your hands resting gently on your body. You lie before me only half covered in the heat of the night, a sheet light as gossamer. I pull the sheet back from you and you sigh slightly and shift your position a little. You lift your hands to either side of your head in your sleep; all the better for me. Your nightgown is short, silky and sheer and has risen up in the night to reveal your shapely thighs. I pause to take in the view before me. You shift again and reveals yet more thigh; a smooth, pale swatch of skin disappearing temptingly beneath your nightgown.
I have a silken rope in my hands and skilfully attach it to your headboard. You do not stir. Again I pause to enjoy the vision before me. Quiet, peaceful; about to become anything but that.
You awaken with a start. Something has hold of your wrists! You cannot move. Your sleep muffled head cannot understand. What is happening? Why can I not move my hands? In the near dark the last image you make out is of a figure leaning over you. You are blind. Something has covered your eyes. Soft as velvet, black as night. You open your mouth to scream just as the gag is put in place. Your screams are caught in your throat. You can feel now the rope tying your wrists. What is happening? Your feet begin to thrash but are held in a strong grip. In your confusion and panic you are unable to fight. Your ankles secured as your wrists.
You lie on your bed still, not uncomfortable but unable to move, unable to see, unable to scream, at the mercy of your captor. You feel the cold chill of steel against your body. A knife scratches gently across your skin, enough that you are aware of it but not enough to break your skin. In a quick movement your night dress is cut from you. You feel the cool night air on your exposed body.
Once you are secured I can take my time. I look upon you anew, marvelling at your body. Your arms are spread wide as are your legs. Your head moves from side to side trying to locate me. Your night dress lies to your sides, ruined, exposing you to me. I can see your neatly trimmed pubic hair and the faintest outline of your cunt. I run my hand gently along your calf slowly moving it up your thigh, delighting in the smooth skin beneath my fingers. You squirm at my touch. I continue my gentle progress up your body, over your stomach and so delicately over your ribs towards your breast. You feel my fingers trail around the outer swell of your breast and squirm again, still not understanding your fate. My hand cups your face and smoothes your cheek. You are helpless before me.
You lie there unable to move aware of my movements now. You recoil at the touch of my hands against your skin but can do nothing to escape those strong hands. With sight and touch removed your other senses heighten. You can smell my aftershave, hear my light footfalls and heavier breathing. You can sense my intent. Those strong hands are on your body again but gentle, it occurs to you that this man may mean you no harm. The experience is confusing you, your pulse is racing, on one hand blind panic screams in your mind but on the other...you are beginning to feel aroused at the feeling of helplessness.