Charisma1
03-21-2006, 05:07 AM
She awoke slowly. At first, she thought she was still in a dream because she couldn’t move. When the ropes finally cut into here wrists and ankles, though, she instantly awoke.
She found that she couldn’t see, couldn’t move. A panic like no other overcame her. She had gone to bed in her own bedroom last night like any other, and none of this made any sense. She moaned out loud and almost started crying before she felt a slap on her face.
“Make no sound, do not speak unless you are spoken to.” A male voice whispered in her ear. The fear in her tripled as she realized that she was helpless before this unknown man. She could feel the silent tears run down her face and she wanted to beg to be let go, for this all to be a dream.
“Can you feel how hard your nipples are for me?” the voice whispered in her ear again. She realized that her nipples were being gently rubbed as if by a feather. As soon as she realized this, the feeling intensified. She could feel her hardened nipples, and she was shocked to find herself wanting more of the touch.
Slap. Once more the hand landed across her face. “I told you to speak when spoken to, didn’t I? I asked you a question. Do you feel how hard your nipples are for me?” The unrelenting voice was in her ear again.
“Yes, I feel them.” She quickly answered, silently pleading not to be hit again. She felt her body strain upwards into the touch, begging for more. The warm voice in her ear and the gentle touch on her nipples was slowly overriding the fear and readying her body.
“Do you like the way I touch you?” The voice came again. She struggled with pride and answered “no, stop it!.” The hand immediately went away and she felt one finger stroke her pussy. “Your body says differently, but if you don’t want this anymore, we can find something else.”
She could feel how wet her pussy was as she was made to lie there in wait. He did nothing, said nothing, made no movement or sound for what seemed to be the longest time. A whimper almost escaped her lips when she finally felt one nipple being roughly grabbed and pinched. Before she knew it, an exquisite pain like she had never felt before…her nipple was pinched in a closepin.
She squirmed as his fingers gently flicked the closepin. “You must like this better then.” That warm voice again. “No, please stop.” She cried. “You must want me to treat the other nipple this way, too” he said as he grabbed and pinched her nipple. She was so overcome by the tidal wave of pleasure that he was providing that she almost missed his soft question.
“No, please, like that.”
“you want me to rub your tit? Maybe lick it? Beg me.” That soft voice demanded compliance, and before she knew what was happening she was begging the stranger to lick her tit. All she could think about, all she wanted, was for the pain to stop and to feel his tongue around her tit.
“Good girl. Now be quiet.” He removed the closepin and she almost screamed. A low moan escaped, and then she felt his soft fingers rubbing the sore nipple. She moaned again and was rewarded with two quick, hard slaps across each breast.
“I told you to be quiet. Do I have to tell you again?” That voice, it never moved from her ear, never raised in volume, but demanded her attention and compliance. He moved on the bed and laid between her legs. He took both breasts in hand, rubbing and pinching the tits. She was lying there totally helpless, totally scared, and totally excited. All she wanted to was for him to keep giving her this pleasure.
He took each tit in his mouth in turn, sucking and biting. She could feel his weight on her body, between her legs. His mouth was driving her out of her mind and she was becoming to be a totally physical being, no thoughts, no fear, just pleasure. She felt him shift, and the mouth became hot. The new sensation was just sending shivers through her body when he shifted again and the mouth became ice cold. Again and again the temperature change on her tits. Again and again she thought she was losing her mind in pleasure.
He left her just as she was sure she was going to come. She moaned and begged for him to come back. That’s when she felt the first smack. Again and again the crop came down over her body as she struggled to keep quiet. No part of her body was spared. The crop started on her arms, moved slowly to her chest, down her torso. She tensed in anticipation of feeling it against her pussy, but it moved down one leg and back up another. Again it missed her pussy as it went up the side of her body.
It suddenly stopped and was replaced by the gentlest touch she had ever felt moving over the same path. It was the most beautiful feeling she had ever felt, and she could feel how hot and wet her pussy was. Again and again the hand stoked her body in a loving caress, again and again just missing her pussy.
She found that she couldn’t see, couldn’t move. A panic like no other overcame her. She had gone to bed in her own bedroom last night like any other, and none of this made any sense. She moaned out loud and almost started crying before she felt a slap on her face.
“Make no sound, do not speak unless you are spoken to.” A male voice whispered in her ear. The fear in her tripled as she realized that she was helpless before this unknown man. She could feel the silent tears run down her face and she wanted to beg to be let go, for this all to be a dream.
“Can you feel how hard your nipples are for me?” the voice whispered in her ear again. She realized that her nipples were being gently rubbed as if by a feather. As soon as she realized this, the feeling intensified. She could feel her hardened nipples, and she was shocked to find herself wanting more of the touch.
Slap. Once more the hand landed across her face. “I told you to speak when spoken to, didn’t I? I asked you a question. Do you feel how hard your nipples are for me?” The unrelenting voice was in her ear again.
“Yes, I feel them.” She quickly answered, silently pleading not to be hit again. She felt her body strain upwards into the touch, begging for more. The warm voice in her ear and the gentle touch on her nipples was slowly overriding the fear and readying her body.
“Do you like the way I touch you?” The voice came again. She struggled with pride and answered “no, stop it!.” The hand immediately went away and she felt one finger stroke her pussy. “Your body says differently, but if you don’t want this anymore, we can find something else.”
She could feel how wet her pussy was as she was made to lie there in wait. He did nothing, said nothing, made no movement or sound for what seemed to be the longest time. A whimper almost escaped her lips when she finally felt one nipple being roughly grabbed and pinched. Before she knew it, an exquisite pain like she had never felt before…her nipple was pinched in a closepin.
She squirmed as his fingers gently flicked the closepin. “You must like this better then.” That warm voice again. “No, please stop.” She cried. “You must want me to treat the other nipple this way, too” he said as he grabbed and pinched her nipple. She was so overcome by the tidal wave of pleasure that he was providing that she almost missed his soft question.
“No, please, like that.”
“you want me to rub your tit? Maybe lick it? Beg me.” That soft voice demanded compliance, and before she knew what was happening she was begging the stranger to lick her tit. All she could think about, all she wanted, was for the pain to stop and to feel his tongue around her tit.
“Good girl. Now be quiet.” He removed the closepin and she almost screamed. A low moan escaped, and then she felt his soft fingers rubbing the sore nipple. She moaned again and was rewarded with two quick, hard slaps across each breast.
“I told you to be quiet. Do I have to tell you again?” That voice, it never moved from her ear, never raised in volume, but demanded her attention and compliance. He moved on the bed and laid between her legs. He took both breasts in hand, rubbing and pinching the tits. She was lying there totally helpless, totally scared, and totally excited. All she wanted to was for him to keep giving her this pleasure.
He took each tit in his mouth in turn, sucking and biting. She could feel his weight on her body, between her legs. His mouth was driving her out of her mind and she was becoming to be a totally physical being, no thoughts, no fear, just pleasure. She felt him shift, and the mouth became hot. The new sensation was just sending shivers through her body when he shifted again and the mouth became ice cold. Again and again the temperature change on her tits. Again and again she thought she was losing her mind in pleasure.
He left her just as she was sure she was going to come. She moaned and begged for him to come back. That’s when she felt the first smack. Again and again the crop came down over her body as she struggled to keep quiet. No part of her body was spared. The crop started on her arms, moved slowly to her chest, down her torso. She tensed in anticipation of feeling it against her pussy, but it moved down one leg and back up another. Again it missed her pussy as it went up the side of her body.
It suddenly stopped and was replaced by the gentlest touch she had ever felt moving over the same path. It was the most beautiful feeling she had ever felt, and she could feel how hot and wet her pussy was. Again and again the hand stoked her body in a loving caress, again and again just missing her pussy.