You slowly awaken, slightly disoriented. You are in a small, stone walled vaulted room with one oaken door. There are candles burning in sconces on the wall casting a flickering light over the scene. There is a table against one wall, holding a strange array of objects - a large feather, a pair of long silk gloves a bottle of some kind, some other objects of unknown purpose. On the wall opposite the door, around five feet above the ground, is a metal loop with what appears to be a silken scarf hanging from it. Where are you? How did you get here? And, more importantly, where are your clothes?
Wishing to cover yourself while you work out what is going on, you first examine the table. No help here - in addition to what you saw initially there is a silvery cylinder, some clips of some kind, a blindfold and some sort of small belt. You decide that the only option for cover is to get the silken scarf down from the loop (which is a little higher than you thought, slightly above head-height) and try to wrap that around yourself as best you can. As you grasp one end of the scarf, it suddenly wraps itself around your wrist and starts to tighten. You grab it with your other hand but the other end of the scarf wraps around that wrist and also starts to tighten. The scarf seems to shorten in the middle, or else wrap further around the loop, and you find your hands being raised. In no time at all, you find that you are stood with your back against the wall, arms raised above your head and your hands restrained by the silken scarf. At this point you realise that the door is open and a hooded figure stands in the doorway, seemingly watching you.
I'm very intrigued about the bottle on the table and as to what it contains / what it is for, as well as all the other items, especially the clips and belt. Who do they belong to? As I am stood naked, restrained and with no chance of escape I am a little scared and a tiny bit cold, but also intrigued as to what is going to happen. My first instinct is to cry out for help, but as I spot the hooded figure I decide that may be a bad idea. I look at the hooded figure to try and work out if they are a threat to me, or something else...
The figure steps in through the door. They raise a hand and move it through the air, from low to high, in your direction. A warm glow rises slowly from your feet, up your legs, across your torso like a lover's caress. You feel your cheeks grow warmer. Did they detect your discomfort? Can they read your mind?
I enjoy the warming feeling across my whole body but am still feeling a little scared. I try to speak out to the hooded figure but my words come out as a whisper "who are you? What do you want from me?"
The heat seems to focus and increase across your chest - oddly, despite the warmth, your nipples harden. You also feel an increasing warmth between your legs, though it's difficult to tell whether that's due to this enchantment or your own response to it.
The door closes behind the figure. They make another gesture and the bottle lifts from the table and decants a pale red fluid into a silver cup. The cup floats to your lips. You open your mouth and the cup pours its contents over your tongue. It tingles slightly, and you feel that tingling flow down inside you, with its own warming effect.
The heat between your legs intensifies and your pulse quickens. What was that stuff? You feel the silk around your wrists, you even feel the air itself caressing every inch of your body. Your senses seem heightened, alert, ready. Every movement, every touch, however slight, sends a small thrill of pleasure through you.
What is this place? What's going on? Who is that? These questions, which seemed so important, are now drifting into the background, overruled by your body's sudden need to be stimulated.
The figure gestures again, and another item moves on the table...
I try my hardest to resist the warm feeling that emanates from within my body and gain some clarity about what is happening to me, but it is proving to be pointless.
Every little invisible touch feels amazing, I try to ignore the urge to moan out, as I don't want the hooded figure to realise they are having such a huge effect on me.
I take a few deep breaths as I wonder what is next in store for me. I get the feeling I am being primed for an act of some kind, and as the red potion takes over my body I am powerless to resist...
The hooded figure pauses and seems to regard you - you can almost feel their unseen eyes roving all over your body. You are thrumming like a taut string, a moan lingers in your throat begging to be released.
The large feather lifts from the table and floats towards you. Your heightened senses watch it with anticipation, and you almost feel the disturbance in the air as it approaches you.
Gently, so gently, it caresses your cheek and trails a line to your chin, down your neck, across your chest. As it brushes your nipple your long suppressed moan is finally released; the shock of pleasure that courses through you is too much to contain. The feather descends across your stomach, changing sides as it slides across the curve of your waist, the swell of your hip. It continues around to glide over your buttocks, sliding down the cleft between them and out onto your inner thighs. When it reaches your knees it disappears.
The figure remains motionless, seemingly impassive. You are anything but - your pulse is raised, your breathing quickened. You check the feather has actually gone - you can still feel the sensation of it tickling your nipple, caressing your hip, your bottom, your thighs. Your gaze wanders to the table. What next?
I struggle to keep my calm under the pleasure that my body is starting to feel. My chest moves quickly up and down as my breathing remains elevated. I can still feel a tingle on my skin from where the feather has traced its way down my body.
My gaze moves to the table. I survey its contents, and wonder what the belt is for. The silver cylinder is also a mystery to me. I tug with my wrists to try and set myself free but the scarf tightens further around them.
The hooded figure appears to be capable of powerful magic, and seems to have an insight into what my body is craving. I try to look into the hood in an attempt to make some form of eye contact, but the hood is so dark and impossible to see past the rim. I wonder who, or what is under there?
Silk rustles above you. Are you about to be released? No, your wrists remain firmly held as more of the silk scarf slides downwards. It passes down your arms, over your face briefly obscuring your sight, down your chest and abdomen. You growl deep in your throat at the delicate friction of the silk sliding over your nipples. It reaches your knees and slides upwards again. Again the friction across your nipples, then to your surprise it stops and tightens slightly around your throat. What is this!
But no sooner thought than it continues upward, obscuring your eyes again. You wait for it to move on again but it lingers. It not only lingers but it tightens again, effectively bllindfolding you. Your senses strain. What is happening? Do you hear movement? Your immensely stimulated body feels a disturbance in the air. Your imagination? Another item, floated across from the table? Or your visitor?
The feel of silk caressing my body is almost too much for me to bear. The jolt of pleasure as the silk slides down my body, touching my nipples is like electricity pulsing through me.
I start to panic as the silk tightens round my throat. Why would the hooded figure be causing me so much pleasure to strangle me? Phew! That feels better.
Oh, that is interesting, as the scarf covers my eyes the feeling of fear that I had earlier melts away. It is exhilarating to be at the mercy of someone else. I think I can hear and feel something moving around me. But what is it?
A hand caresses your face. At least, it feels like a hand, if a little smooth. It strokes your cheek and your neck before touching your breast. The touch is so delicate that it's almost like a breath.
You feel another hand on your other breast. It squeezes, with your nipple trapped between two fingers. You gasp as another wave of pleasure shoots through your amped up body. The two hands continue to stroke, squeeze, caress your breasts and nipples. You are enjoying the sensation when suddenly you gasp again as another hand starts stroking and exploring between your legs...
My body is responding to the touch from what I can only assume is a hand, I am intrigued to know if it is something different. The feeling is exacerbated as my sense of touch is super heightened from the blindfold.
The hooded figure seems to know me very well. I am interested to know who he? is and what his intentions are.
Pleasure shoots through me like a spark as the hands move all over my breasts. When the other hand moves between my legs, the pleasure starts to feel really intense. My body is aching for more, I moan out quietly, attempting to keep my cool.
You writhe with pleasure as the hands explore your erogenous zones. Your system is already extremely sensitive, and the unusual sensation of both of your breasts being caressed at the same time as your clit is stroked is causing waves of pleasure to pass through you.
