She woke abruptly and cried out at the stinging slap to her cheek. As she tried to rub the lingering pain away she realized her hands wouldn't move from above her head. Despite her eyes shooting open when she felt the blow she couldn't see a thing. Turning her head to look around it finally dawned on her that this wasn't just the darkness of night. She was blindfolded. There was no glow of streetlights through curtains, no flickering numbers from her alarm clock.
She pulled again at her arms, wondering what her wrists were anchored to and feeling the bars of a metal headboard. This wasn't her bed. She kicked and struggled more, trying to dislodge the blindfold and whatever it was that held her wrists captive. As she twisted her wrists she felt the bindings flex around her skin before the edges started digging in. Something wide and soft then, maybe leather . Her legs were still free and as she kicked out she felt the blanket over her body slip, cold air flowing over one side of her chest. She stilled at the sound of a low laugh from the foot of the bed, suddenly remembering what she'd missed in her panic at being restrained. Someone was here, someone who had slapped her to wake her up. The same someone who had tied her to a strange bed and blindfolded her.
"Who's there? What do you want?"
The only reply was another laugh, this one louder, coming from closer to her head. She spun her head round trying to track the strangers movements. Her head span with the movement and she remembered the drinks she'd had at the party last night. She'd been with friends. People she'd known for years, it couldn't be one of them. They would have got her home safe no matter what.
There was a rush of cold air over her body as the sheet disappeared. She could feel that she was still wearing her underwear and was briefly glad of this before she felt a pair of scissors cutting into the front of her bra then moving up to the straps, removing that layer of protection. She whimpered and started to cry when the remnants scraped under her back as they were pulled away, the ends of the underwires leaving burning lines on her skin.
"Please don't do this, let me go and I wont tell anyone. Please just let me leave!" she begged.
She felt a finger pressed against her lips and heard a gentle shushing sound as the fingers of another hand stroked against her nipple.
"Please just untie me, please. I just want to go!" she moaned as little shocks travelled through her from the stroking fingers.
The hands left her briefly and her body arched up following the slow retreat of the fingers from her breast even as she breathed a sigh of relief that he seemed to be listening to her. A sharp pain from a pinch to her nipple made her gasp suddenly and something was shoved in her mouth and tied round her head. She bit down and felt a rubber ball stretching her jaw open, preventing her from speaking as she groaned around it. She felt her pussy getting wetter as the pressure stayed on her nipple and the gag filled her mouth. Both were feelings she was familiar with and loved during play, but that was with people she had trusted, not some stranger who had bound her in an unknown place. It definitely couldn't be someone from the party. They didn't know about this part of her.
The finger returned to her lips again, once more she was shushed as she felt a clamp attached to her other nipple. She moaned quietly and tried not to squirm as there was a quick tug on the clamps, which seemed to be connected by a chain. She felt both hands run over her body, lingering at the bottom of her stomach then lifting and returning to run over her thighs. Despite her arousal she knew she should be trying to get away. She kicked out trying to pull away from the hands.
She panicked as she felt herself being manhandled before landing on her stomach, her arms twisted above her head. Her panties were pulled roughly down to her knees and an open hand landed repeated blows on her backside. She screamed around the ball gag, moaning loudly as she got more and more aroused. The smacks slowed down, the strong hand rubbing her backside in between each stroke. She moaned harder, lifting her backside to press against his hand as he rubbed the sore skin.
Her arse burned as more blows scattered across it, her nipples on fire from the clamps pressing into the mattress. As the blows stopped she felt short nails pressing into her skin and raking over the bruised flesh. There was breath in her ear as she whimpered and pressed her backside up against the nails.
"Are you going to be a good girl now?" The voice whispered in her ear. It was familiar, deep and playful. It held an underlying threat of what would happen if she wasn't, but rather than feeling threatened her insides turned over at the tone. She nodded quickly, grinding herself against the sheets, desperate for him to touch her again, even if it was to spank her. Perhaps especially for that. Without his hands on her she was going crazy. There was a pulling at the back of her head and the gag popped out of her mouth. She stretched her jaw and pressed her face into the pillow.
