fuktoimaso
10-06-2006, 06:37 AM
She watches the water fall hard on her fingers. Entrancing are the sensations; of cold porcelain under her thigh, hot water on her skin, and warm steam filling her nostrils. Anna pulls up on the knob and climbs in, feeling the hot rain on her breasts. Her hands slide up to her nipples. A small smile appears at the corners of her mouth. So sensitive...so hard.
A sigh escapes. Another Valentine's day meets it's end. Anna's thoughts take her to that night two years ago, when she found she wasn't alone. As she returned home that night, He grabbed her mouth and pulled her back into Him. Blindfolded, hands tied, He led her from her doorstep... Kidnapped on Valentine's Day.
Anna hasn't seen Him in 15 months. Things got too intense. Her career almost vaporized when His importance to her overshadowed everything else. His love for His pet overwhelmed her and had made it too hard to function "out there". She has yet to regain her inhibition and her independant ego, as thoughts of Him still creep in, and so often. But she's working on it, she tells herself. Never again would she submit so completely or love so intensely. If she could only stop thinking about Him.
The water is losing heat. She turns the knob and reaches for her towel. Anna's heart stops for a second as air slipped through her fingers.
"Ridiculous. I just forgot to put a towel out."
Dripping, she walks across the bathroom to the cabinet. As the open cabinet door reveals an empty shelf, Anna freezes. No towels. Impossible. In a mix of fear and excitement she walks to the door and peers out of the bathroom. All of the lights in her apartment had been turned off. Very naked, very wet, and very vulnerable Anna decides to make a dash for her bedroom. Trembling, she knows she may not make it and fears what may be waiting at the end of the hall.
Just two steps in, Anna is abrubtly pulled back by a rope around her neck. The rope is so soft, His ropes were always so soft. Its Him! The rope loosens and a hand covers her mouth. He breaths down her neck. She feels His clothed body against her nudity.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Anna. My pet."
A sigh escapes. Another Valentine's day meets it's end. Anna's thoughts take her to that night two years ago, when she found she wasn't alone. As she returned home that night, He grabbed her mouth and pulled her back into Him. Blindfolded, hands tied, He led her from her doorstep... Kidnapped on Valentine's Day.
Anna hasn't seen Him in 15 months. Things got too intense. Her career almost vaporized when His importance to her overshadowed everything else. His love for His pet overwhelmed her and had made it too hard to function "out there". She has yet to regain her inhibition and her independant ego, as thoughts of Him still creep in, and so often. But she's working on it, she tells herself. Never again would she submit so completely or love so intensely. If she could only stop thinking about Him.
The water is losing heat. She turns the knob and reaches for her towel. Anna's heart stops for a second as air slipped through her fingers.
"Ridiculous. I just forgot to put a towel out."
Dripping, she walks across the bathroom to the cabinet. As the open cabinet door reveals an empty shelf, Anna freezes. No towels. Impossible. In a mix of fear and excitement she walks to the door and peers out of the bathroom. All of the lights in her apartment had been turned off. Very naked, very wet, and very vulnerable Anna decides to make a dash for her bedroom. Trembling, she knows she may not make it and fears what may be waiting at the end of the hall.
Just two steps in, Anna is abrubtly pulled back by a rope around her neck. The rope is so soft, His ropes were always so soft. Its Him! The rope loosens and a hand covers her mouth. He breaths down her neck. She feels His clothed body against her nudity.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Anna. My pet."