Tied up
So there I was. Taking deep breaths, all tied up. I stopped breathing. I heard him moving, somewhere close. How the fuck did I end up here? I was trying to remember. We had such a lovely evening. We laughed, kissed and teased each other. I did nothing wrong. Nothing! Or did I..?
I started to breathe again but slowly so could hear better. There was something wrapped around my head so I couldn’t see anything. My hands and legs were tied all in separate ways and I couldn’t move them. What the fuck?! I knew he was in the room. I heard his breathing. And I could tell he was angry. He was too calm. Too determined. I could sense that all in the air… He was getting closer.
“Good, you´re finally up. It´s so nice that you had such a nice dream, that you didn’t even wake up when I was doing all this. So tell me Kitten, what did you dreamt of? What was so nice? What made you this wet?”
He slided his fingers from my hip, near the clit and shoved gently his finger in me and brought it on my lips.
“You see. You are wet. Why? What did you dreamt of?”
“I don’t know… Nothing! I have no idea! I don’t remember!”
What the fuck was this? Is he going all mad or what? We fucked before we went to bed. It must been his own seeds that were still dripping down on my thighs.
“You were moaning. Loudly. I couldn’t sleep. I thought… Never mind. Now I´m going to teach you a lesson”
Shit! I was trying cut myself lose, but that all was in vain. I knew that he was watching quietly my naked body. His eyes were burning my skin and I was sure that I was about to get a panic attack. It happens every now and then. Especially when he gives me those forced orgasms and I´m really losing it. Fortunately he is the only one who can calm me down. He wraps his arms around my body and tells me that everything is fine. It was just an orgasm that you have never reserved before. He was always right.
I stopped struggling. I was all sweaty and cold. I gave up. In the end, my body is his so he is going to do what ever he wanted. Did I like it or not. Suddenly I felt something soft sliding up on my inner thigh. I stopped breathing. God, that felt good. He teased me with some kind of soft item and I couldn’t figure it out what was it until he hit me with that whip on my pussy. Fuck that hurt… and felt good at the same time. He continued this for a long time. He made my body move and couldn’t help it. Like he owned me and I didn’t have any rightness of my body anymore. Like he made my soul dance with his whip. So bitter sweet…
I was in a trance when he came between my legs. I knew he was just watching my pussy. My breath was getting heavier. Is he gonna just sit there? Just when I started to feel humiliated he spread my pussy more with his fingers and spat to it. My whole body shacked like it was getting electric shock.
“Fuck!”
“From now on, if you moan just once, I´m not giving you anything. Understood?”
“Yes…Sir.”
He gave me so many orgasms with his tongue and fingers that I lost counts. He didn’t fuck me, even when I sobbed and prayed and every time I was making too much noise he stopped just before I was about to cum. I had to peg him to continue through the tears that were falling down to my ears and all the way to the sheet. I was a mess and totally exhausted when he finally set me free. He gave me water and helped me to the shower and while I was there he changed the sheet because he’d made me squirt them all over. My head was empty. There was only one feeling and one thought when he finally spooned me and kissed my neck. There´s no way that I’ll never going to dream anyone else, but Him.
– Miss Naughty
