the room
You come into my room. Without a word You grab the chair and place it in the middle of the room. i stare knowing. Your hand reaches out to me, i take it. Without a word You tightly bind my wrists behind my back allow my chest to bear itself. You unbutton some of my red silk blouse exposing the black lace underneath.
My breath deepens with each button, each touch. Your hands rest on my neck and then down to my shoulders. You guide me down onto the chair.
Your hands spread my legs apart and begin to bind my ankles to the chair. You gaze up at me. i can feel your hands caressing my legs. i feel your hands on my knees, reaching up my skirt. i throw my head back giving in to the feelings that tremble inside of me.
Your fingers glide over my skin that my stockings do not cover. You pull me forward on the chair spreading my legs farther apart. You take hold of my skirt pushing it up over my hips, exposing my garters. You quickly pull the rope just above my knee securing my legs to the chair once more.
Before i could turn and speak a word Your hand comes to my face. You place the gag in its place. i want to refuse it, but don’t.
More aware of my body being open to You, i begin to openly tremble. No place to curl up and hide. You stand back to look upon me again. The silence is deafening “… speak to me, my thoughts run, tell me, tell me what you want to do to me.. touch me, make my body scream…”
Your fingers wrap around my bra straps pulling them down to bear my breast to You, Your mouth coming quickly to them, biting firmly against my nipple. At first, i pull away but You don’t let me. my body reacts to the pleasure that the pain brings, so as not to allow me to forget how open i am You. You grab the crop and snap it across my thighs. Again and again, i feel pleasure building and await the release.
i pull on the ropes, i want to yell out, but my body reacts differently accepting its fate. You grab my hair and pull my head back so, pushing my chest out toward You, toward the snap of the crop across my breasts…
