Beginner
Everything was very fuzzy for a bit. I felt drugged and extremely drowsy. Upon
opening my eyes, I saw nothing. A panic swept over me until my confused brain
realized that I was blindfolded. I tried moving my hands to remove the black
cloth, but they wouldn't move. The clouds in my head were slowly leaving and I
became aware of my condition. I was blindfolded, possibly naked, and tied
spread eagle on a bed.
I began to struggle, but a sound stopped me. I quieted and listened intently.
It came again. A footstep, echoing from somewhere outside the room. I opened my
mouth to scream for help, but no sound came. My brain finally cleared allowing
me to realize I was gagged as well. Shaking my head from side to side to clear
it, I listened for another footstep. Instead I heard the creak of a door, then
a few seconds later, the gentle click of a lock. I strain toward whoever may
have entered the room, hearing no sound after than final click.
Nothing happens for what seems like hours, but was probably only minutes. Then a
gloved hand gently traces my cheek, causing me to jump. I hear a soft "Shhh..."
near my ear and I whimper back. Without a word, the hand goes back to gently
caressing my cheek, working it's way down to my neck. Softly scratching my
sensitive neck, causing me to moan softly and toss my head.
Another quiet "shh" and the hand scratches a little harder, making me gasp. The
hand is joined by another and together, they move up my arms, scratching gently
as they go. I feel myself getting wet and suddenly remember that I'm tied
helpless in an unknown place. My primal self rebels and I struggle against my
bonds again, the whimpers escaping my gagged mouth. The owner of the hands tsks
softly and again whispers "shh" though this time right against my ear.
When I don't quiet down, one hand comes down on my stomach, pressing gently and
I hear your voice for the first time. "Ah, precious girl, why are you
fighting me?" you say softly, almost sadly to me. I hold my breath and stop
struggling, frowning deeply.
The hand on my stomach begins to rub softly and your other hand goes back to
it's exploration of my arms. As it moves over the inside of my elbow, I shiver.
You move back and forth over it until I'm shaking. The hand moves to my
breasts, soon joined by it's match. I was overcome with desire for you, my
nipples hardening and my pussy becoming wet. You chuckle in approval and
continue to torture me with your soft touches. I yearn for your skin against
mine, for a kind word from you, my Master. Instead, the hands move downward,
encircling my waist and then framing my hips. I strain toward you, arching my
back, pleading in the only way I can. But still you tease me.
Your hands move down my legs avoiding the part of me that I'm begging you to
touch. You work your way to my knees, stroking the soft underside of my knees
and causing me to whimper once more. Instead of torturing me as you did before,
though, you continue downward until you reach the bonds at my ankles. My desire
has risen to such a feverish pitch, I'm almost screaming.
Then you remove your hands altogether from my skin. Confused, I lay there still
for a few moments, coming down from the height of passion ever so slightly.
Realizing that you may have left, I frown and struggle slightly again. Without
warning, two of your bare fingers thrust inside my dripping cunt and I scream
from behind the gag. You pull your hand away again, leaving me panting, and
untie the gag. I take many deep breaths, whimpering quietly. I feel you smooth
my hair, calming me again. I've never been so aroused before and it scares me
to think that you have done this to me with only gloved hands. Your bare hands
on my face only excite me more and I feel you gently press your lips to mine,
kissing me so softly for just an instant and then leaving me again. I quiver as
you pull away completely again and whisper "please". "Please, what?" you
whisper back. I lick my lips and try to put what I need into words. "Tell me
what you want, my pretty little slave" "Please make me cum, Master" I stammer
hoarsely.
Slowly, gently, your hand moves back between my legs and I tense in
anticipation. You let me wait for a damnably long time before ever so lightly
touching my clit. It's like electricity running through my body, my back
arching painfully so. I cry out in pure pleasure as you finally explore my most
private wetness. The gentle rubbing on my clit carries me swiftly towards
release, my thighs tightening and my body shaking with need. Two fingers of
your other hand enter me again, slowly this time, teasing me. My pussy clenches
around them pulling them deep and imitating a sucking like motion. I moan and
toss my head, my body fighting for release. You keep me on the brink for a long
time, taking me to the edge and then bringing me back from what I yearn for.
Finally, I feel your tongue flick my clit just once. My entire body arches
toward you and you attack my clit mercilessly with your tongue, ramming your
fingers in and out of me. Like a locomotive, my orgasm hits me hard and keeps
going, the waves crashing over me again and again. In the end, you leave me,
exhausted and panting, half asleep, and still tied to the bed. A quick kiss on
my forehead is the last I remember before falling into blissful sleep.
