I wake up spread-eagled on a bed. I open my eyes but all I see is darkness. There’s a blindfold around my head. My hands are tied to the headboard behind me, and my ankles are bound to either side of the footboard. I can’t move very much, just enough to wriggle.
Oh, and I’m also naked.
I strain against the ropes, hoping to slip one of my hands free, to no avail. The material is strange; it doesn’t chafe against the skin, but it doesn’t slide very well either. Silk maybe? It’s hard to tell without being able to see it. I continue to pull at my bonds, hoping that something, anything, will give.
Suddenly there’s a voice. Your voice.
“Good, you’re awake” you say. I stop moving. My heart skips a beat. I am more aware than ever before that I am completely naked. And you can see me.
“You?” I ask, questioningly. “Where are we? What are we doing here? Can you unti…”
“Silence!” you bark, and I and startled into obedience.
“Good… there will be a time for questions later. For now… we’ll just have a little fun” you say, and I can hear the smirk in your voice.
“Fun? What kind of ffff…. Fun?” You start stroking your finger up and down my stomach. The strokes start of small, but each time you go lower and lower. You also start to trace your finger around my breasts on the upstroke. My nipples harden as I become aroused, a fact you don’t fail to notice.
“Ok ok wait a minute, what are you doooiiinngggg” the last word moaned out, as you suddenly press down on my clit. It hurts, but it feels so good. My back arches under the pressure as I try to inch away from your hand.
“Where do you think you’re going?” you growl in my ear. “I’m not done with you yet”.
I hear a zipper, and a soft thump as your jeans hit the floor. The bed sinks down as you climb on top of me. Something hits my face and starts to rub up and down my neck. It takes me a second to realize it’s your erect cock slapping me in the face.
“You feel that? Feel how hard it is, how hard you make me? Do you know how long I’ve waited for an opportunity, any opportunity, to fuck you like you deserve? You’re going to suck my cock, and you’re going to like it. And then I’m going to fuck your pussy raw. Now open your mouth, slut”
I try to turn my head away, but you grab my throat and make me face what I assume is the direction of your penis. You lean in close to my ear and hiss “I said, ‘open your mouth’”.
I reluctantly obey.
You thrust your cock into my mouth, and it’s all I can do to keep from choking on it. Suddenly you pull out. “Wider!” you order, and as I gasp for breath you shove your cock back inside. This time, I’m more prepared, and it slides in easier. I start to flick my tongue around the head as you jerk in and out, hoping that the quicker you cum the quicker this will be over. Or, at least, that’s what I tell myself.
After about five minutes, you pull your cock out and replace it with your tongue. The scruff on your chin scrapes against my cheek as you kiss me, passionate. Your lips are soft… but your tongue is strong.
You pull back, and I can feel you lining up your cock at the opening of my pussy. I brace myself for the penetration I know is coming.
“You ready?” you ask, not really waiting for an answer. “Wait. I want to see myself in your eyes as I fuck you”.
You pull the blindfold off, and I’m immediately entranced by your green eyes staring deep into my grey ones. And then you thrust forward, and I tilt my head back as the sensation rocks my body. You grab me by the hair though and forcefully make me face you again. “Look at me” you growl, and I stare at you in contempt, trying and failing to keep a straight face as you ravage me. It feels good despite the situation, and I can’t help but let a soft moan escape.
“What was that? Is my slut enjoying this? I think she likes it. Tell me you like it. Tell me you like being tied up and used and fucked against your will. Tell me you want my cum. DO IT!”
“I… I like being tied up” I whisper, haltingly. “I like being fucked… I like your cock… please cum for me”.
You smile. It’s the smile of a master manipul8or. It is neither friendly nor reassuring. If anything, I fear you more.
“Good… Now I won’t have to kill you”.
I can’t tell if my heart sank or leapt at that news, because you suddenly increased the frequency of your strokes, and the orgasm slowly building in the lower half of my body was all I could concentrate on.
You must have felt my pussy clench around your cock, because you slow down a bit. “Not yet whore” you breath, in between strokes. “You don’t cum unless I tell you”.
You then pick up the pace, and once again I can feel the orgasm building. However, this time, you’re ready for it. “Oh god… you ready whore? You ready for my cum? I’m… AARRGGHH, I’m cumming, cumming now” you pant, but it’s hard for me to hear over the sound of my own body-shaking ecstasy. You lie on me for half a minute before rolling off.
We’re both breathing and sweating heavily at this point. I glance over at you, unsure of what’s going to happen now. You stand up and put your boxers on before coming over and untying my wrists and ankles from the bed frame. As I rub my sore wrists, you throw a set of clothes I recognize as my own at me.
“Now get out” you say. “Don’t tell anyone about this. If you do, the video will be on the internet within an hour”. You gesture to a camcorder sitting on the dresser. Apparently you filmed this.
I hastily put on my underwear and scurry out of the room. You call out after me “And don’t forget, you’re mine now, slut. You better cum when I call. Pun definitely intended!”