Tied and Helpless Pt. 01

All I see is darkness, silky darkness. I flex my arm but I'm tied. I can't move a muscle. You have me right where you want. I sit in a chair with no seat naked, tied and helpless. I hear you shuffle around the room. My only input is the soft sound of your clothes as you move. Setting up for your night.

Think back to how I got here. I came home. At first I thought I was alone. I live alone. So I go through my normal routine. I've striped to my panties by the time I reach my bedroom. I tossed my clothes in the general direction of the basket. I pull on my pj's that I left on the bed this morning to relax and play some games before studying and sleep. I went and got some water in the kitchen. I walk to my den. Before I could step through completely through the door someone grabs me and a cloth covers my mouth.

I came to naked in this chair. I feel like an idiot. I spent all those hours at self defense class just to be surprised and taken anyway. This chair a perversion of my dining chairs. You cut the middle straps in the seat. My ass is exposed to the air. My nipples are hard in the cold air. The slight breeze from the ac the only sensation I have other than your soft movements. I'm desperate for some indication of what's going on. What you plan to do with me. What do you want? I would ask these questions if it wasn't for the gag you placed in my mouth making me silent but for a few grunts as I test my bonds.

"I see my pet has woken from it's slumber. How delightful now we may begin." I finally hear your voice. And it pisses me off. I try and scream every cuss word I know. Cursing your birth and calling into question the morality of your mother. I even surprise myself with some of the more creative insults. I spew despite knowing nothing but muffled squeaks come through.

"Ooh feisty one, though I don't know what exactly you are saying I'm sure they aren't very polite. You'll regret that later." I hear the smirk in your voice. I want to continue but I hear the warning in your voice. I need to make it out of this. Pissing you off isn't going to help.

I try and ask what you want. But yet again nothing intelligible comes out. However you respond "Much better screaming will get you nowhere. No one can hear you. Lovely thick walls you have. Sound reduction padding and everything!" "What have you been up to in here?" you ask in smug tone. That is the moment I realize I'm tied up in my own restraints. The blood rushes to my face. No one knows about those no one. They are locked in the back of my closet in a chest. Fuck I hate you even more.

"Now, now pet no need to be embarrassed. Trust me I understand." you rumble in my ear sending chills down my back, "You need special attention. That I plan to give to you." I fallow the sound of you moving around. Torn, my brain is yelling this is wrong! You didn't invite him here! But my body is betraying me. I am getting excited.

I hear you pick something up from what you had set up while I was...asleep. I wonder what it could be. I hear you walk back towards me. No more smart remarks. Just to heavy breathes in this room. I feel you in front of me. Just sense your presence. I feel a soft touch on my collar bone. A soft leather patch at the end of a handle. You run it along my collar bone. Soft and gentle, you use it to trace my entire chest. Around each breast and up and around. Caressing everywhere but my hard nipple. I start leaning into the touch. Enjoying the sensation. Just as I'm starting to relax you pull it away. I almost miss it's touch when you bring it down hard on my left breast. Causing me to jump and recoil. I grunt into my gag. But you just resume the slight caress. Like you are wiping away the sting. Just as I relax again you pull back. Smack my right breast. Again I jump and recoil. But you seemingly ignore my response. You do this cycle over and over. You vary your timing but always a sharp burst of pain and a short reprieve and caress. You continue all I can do is endure as you whip my breasts. I'm at your mercy. You go on for what seems like eternity. Before you are done my poor mounds are sore, likely bright red, I'm tearing up at the pain. Not once have you spoken since you started. But as you finish you ask "Will you do as I say?" I reply "Yes, sir".