Tied and Helpless Pt. 02

"Good you learn quickly. I am in charge, you are at my mercy. Do what your told and you just may enjoy yourself. Disobey and what you just felt would seem like child's play." Your voice is low but leaves no room for negotiation. "Now I'm going to take your gag off. Be a good girl and don't yell yes?"

You walk behind me silently and begin undoing the strap at the nape of my neck. My mind is racing. I am trapped with nowhere to go. Even if I did yell no one could hear me. The foam I put up for my gaming and studying makes sure very little if any sound escapes this room. But the problem is I'm not even sure if I'd want to be "saved" anyway. I can't deny my own excitement. Despite the pain I'm wet. I enjoy this. What the fuck is wrong with me?

You finish undoing the straps and walk away. I wonder what torture device you will bring next. But I'm surprised when instead of pain I get gentleness. You tip my head back and pour a bit of water into my mouth as it is dry from the gag. I gulp down the water you give me like it's the fountain of youth. I had no idea how thirsty I was. The gentleness ends there. After you set the glass down somewhere you start roughly grouping my chest from behind. Making it burn all over again. Your breathe is in my ear. I try desperately to stay quite.

Then you start twisting my nipples. Pulling and tugging them as I arch my back trying to get relief. I start moaning as this torture sends fire straight to my core. "Ooh my pet likes that does she?" you mock. You then start biting my ear and kissing my neck. Driving me to the brink over and over but not letting me go over.

"Please..." I beg desperate for the release.

"Not now my pet, you have to earn your release." You rumble in my ear before stepping away. I whimper for your touch. Anything, release is the only thing on my strung tight mind. I'm only slightly aware of you releasing my bonds. First you release my ankles from the legs of the chair. Then you whisper in my ear "If you try and get yourself off before I let you, you will deeply regret it. Are we clear?"

"Yes" I whimper.

"Yes what?!" you snap.

"Yes, sir." I quickly reply.

"Don't forget again." You say as you unlock my wrists from behind me. You leave the blindfold on I know by now not to touch it without your permission. I rub my wrists to ease the soreness but don't move. I await your instructions in silence.

"Now my pet you may stand." You watch as I struggle to my feet. My legs feel like jelly. I can't hear you move but I sense you behind me. You are moving the chair I was on and replacing it with another. I hear you sit down. "Turn around and get on your knees." I follow your instructions nervous about what you plan.

You grab the back of my head and bring it to your lap. I know what you want and open my mouth to receive you. I begin bobbing up and down. My tongue sliding back and forth. I use my hand to stroke you as I tease your tip. Tracing every curve with the tip of my tongue. You are hard as a rock. I use my hand to cup and rub your tip as I trace your veins up and down your shaft. Stroking you as my tongue baths your balls. Slowly tracing a figure eight pattern. And back up until you are in my mouth. I take you in deep even when my throat protests. I desperately want your approval. I repeat my slow pleasuring. Time begins to mean nothing. I could have been minutes or an hour. My whole world is limited to your manhood.

After a while you pull my head off of you. You guide me with just the slight pressure of your hand on the nap of my neck to the loveseat. You bend me over one of the arm rests. You grab my hands and hold them with one of yours. My face is in the cushion as you guide yourself into my very slick hole. I moan loudly into the seat. Finally feeling you inside me. You slide to the hilt. I am so full. You let go of my wrists but I know not to move them. Your hands go to my breasts. You massage my tender flesh. Slowly pumping in time with your squeezing. Once you make it to my nipples you pinch roughly and pick up the pace. Though your hands aren't moving the powerful thrusts rock me back and forth.

Every thrust is yanking on my nipples. The pain, the pleasure. It's too much. I beg "Please, please let me cum" You respond by being even rougher. Twisting my nipples with each thrust. In seconds I burst into spasms. I clamp on to you like my life depends on it. You ride it out and pick up the speed. Letting go of my nipples you grip my hips slamming home each time. In mere minutes you follow me. I feel your release splash against my insides. I don't know what happened next. I had passed out.

When I came to I was in my bed the next morning wondering if it had been a dream. I had almost convinced my self of it. That is until I rolled over and saw the note on my nightstand. All it said was "call my pet" and a number. Shit.