“You need to trust me Kim.” I whispered into your ear as I blindfold you.
The room is barely lit, the only source of light was a burning candle. The only light inside the void, even with your eyes wide open, you began staring so hard that you can feel your pupils dilated fully, making your ears ring, all you can see is the darkness.
The high backed wooden chair that I tied you to is the only solid thing the senses can grab hold of, the harshness of the rope that binds your soft hands tightly behind your back and both feet bound to the chair legs. Another around the waist that stops you from moving your hips more than slightly forwards.
“Kim.” I whispered as I reached out and gingerly touch your shoulder. You jump slightly, you didn’t realise I was still there.
So close, but yet so quiet.
My breath by your ear, tickling you as I whisper, “If you follow the rules you’ll have fun…. But….” I pause and wrap my large hand around your neck, squeezing gently. “….. But you won’t displease me, will you?”
You know its not a question…but a command.
You know that staying silent seems to be right choice.
The mood is high but controlled. But you never seem to know which way it will swing when im like this. But I don’t induce fear, I never scare you. I want to please, and you want me to be proud of you.
I release my grip, the nerves on your skin race as I graze my fingers upon your shoulders and then nothing, nothing at all.
I disappeared again into the blankness.
The dark is complete, disorientating, and you can’t even hear me breathing. All you seem to hear is your own heart racing. You try to turn your head left and right, trying to catch the tiniest sound.
“The rules are these…”
I give you a deep and passionate kiss.
I’m right infront of your face. Your heart stutters behind your ribs at the shock.
“….. If you make a noise I stop. The first time you do it I stop for one minute. The next time, five minutes, the third time, ten minutes, and the fourth……” im now nose to nose with you. I begin to move it across your face and for a moment, my lips graze yours again. Instinctively you learn forwards to kiss me, but my mouth has already passed. “….The fourth time I leave you for an hour. Any more than four times and I leave you here for the rest of the night.”
You shivered at the thought.
The basement was so dark, so silent. To be sat here in the dark with me was one thing. To be here on your own is quite another.
“You don’t want me to leave you here alone all night do you?”
You shake your head even though you know that I can’t see you. My fingers graze your cheek and you don’t need to see my face to know I’m smiling, you can feel it.
“I don’t want to leave you down here…..”
My voice is low, so kind, it has that reasonable and serious tone that makes you shiver. You realize how much thought I’ve given this. “…. But I will. Because, you have to learn self control and we’re going to take as long as you need to learn the lesson. You’re going to find out just how patient I am.”
My fingers begin to play with your bra straps and I push them off to the side.
“How are you feeling babe?”
You know better than to even give out the slightest peep.
“Good girl…”
I kiss you neck as a reward.
My hands are warm on your exposed skin, the air in the basement’s cold and damp.
I begin to use my thumb to circle around your nipple. The friction of my touch against the material that covers you is excruciating. A little moan tries to escape as they harden at the touch, but you clamp your teeth down on your lip and bite it back.
“Hmmm…. No reaction? Good girl…”
I kiss your neck again as a reward.
I stop moving my fingers and instead, I lay a hand on your head, gently pushing it down.
“Lean forward.”
I push you so your upper body tips towards your knees and then feel my fingers undoing your bra. You nearly speak out, nearly let the words tumble out, after all, how was i going to take the damn thing off with your arms tied?
Cold metal touches your arm and you hear the whisper of blade against material.
You realized…
Im trashing a nice bra!
“Such a shame. I quite liked how your tits looked in this one.” I chuckled in your ear.
“Nothing? Your doing far better babe than I thought you’d do.”
Your head is spinning but you snapped back. You now realize that I’m going paying attention to your breasts again, this time with lips and tongue.
Every suck, every flick sends little shocks down your legs. You pull against the rope and try to push against me but I dodge and move back, keeping that same infuriating distance.
I cradle one breast in my hand and sucks hard on the nipple, pulling it further and further into my mouth before letting it go and giving it a quick nip.
You give out a yelp.
I’m sure if your hands had been untied you’d would have slapped them to your mouth, instead you try to press your lips hard together.
“One minute.” I says flatly.
Your breathing heavily through your nose but can’t hear a sound from me. It’s like I’m not there.
Your body’s still tingling, fumbling against the ropes and trying to thrust your chest forwards in the hope that it might yet find my warm lips.
“That mother fucker is not here!” You screamed inside your head.
Have I left you here? Its surely been a minute already?
In your head you try to count to sixty, but count fast and soon your at seventy four and really starting to feel worried.
“Times up.”
You let out a breath in a rush, quickly realizing that you were holding it in.
“You…”
My lips are on your bare breasts again.
“Need…”
My tongue flicks a nipple.
“To try….”
I draw the skin into my mouth briefly before letting it fall from my lips.
“Harder…. ”
Removing my mouth, my hands go back to teasing while I migrate my lips down your torso.
Gentle nips, licks and kisses are rained down on your stomach and hips, my hands come down to rest on your thighs, the finger tip pressure there making you subconsciously jerk against the bonds in anticipation.
Little moans keep trying to escape. You seriously never realised how much noise you usually made. Really, we’d hardly even started yet.
While I kiss at the inside of your thighs, you pull hard against the restraints trying to open your legs wider as though that will help the throbbing that’s intensifying between them.
My fingers graze at me, stroke the material between your legs and you can’t help it, a low groan escapes….
“Five minutes.”
“And to think, I thought you were doing so well earlier babe. I guess we’ll have to try harder next time.”
This time you try to concentrate on breathing, try to ignore the ache in loins, the puckering at the nipples. ‘I’ll be strong. I start to count in my head, marking the seconds with “pretty pony” so I don’t count too fast.’ You thought to yourself.
One pretty pony, two pretty pony, three pretty pony…..
It seems to take forever, you pass sixty then one hundred and twenty and then you lose count. For what seems like ages you freeze, and you try not to panic. So you remain calm and start to count again at two hundred but you’re not sure how long its been.
You thought this would be so easy, a simple way to prove your submission.
“Times up.” I say right infront of you…
My hands go for your thighs again and you take in that i must have been crouched between your legs the whole time….waiting.
Fingers press against you again and this time though, you physically bite your tongue, determined not to utter a sound.
Gently, I pull on your underwear.
“Lift unless you’d rather me cut these off too.”
You rise up in the chair as much as you can against the restraints, though only a fraction, but its enough for me to be able to slide thek out from under you.
As they get to your bent knees you feel the metal again… as I cut through the fabric.
“Fuck it, I’ll buy 10 more if I have to.” You think to yourself again.
You just want my hands again…
My breath condenses on your skin as I breathe hard against your skin, my hands slide up your thighs, your body, briefly touch your chest before making their way back down to the soft skin either side of your pussy.
Usually your horribly ticklish there, I know this and it’s the first spot I dive for if I want you in a helpless heap on the floor, but now…
Nothing matters except the nerves that are straining against the throbbing between your legs.
My breath is on you and you start to taste copper in my mouth where your biting down so hard.
My fingers gently pull at you, exposing, your clitoris, which feels huge, fattened on a rush of blood.
“You’re doing so much better now baby.”
I say softly in your ear.
“…So well…”
You feel the lap of my tongue and shudder hard against my eager mouth.
Not making a sound physically hurts, like something is caught in the throat and clawing its way up as fast as you can swallow it down.
My tongue’s hot and slippery against you and you writhe against the restraints, push your hips as far towards my mouth as you can, but you know that I’m in charge, and I know it too.
A finger strokes the skin around the edge and circles its way in…
“Hmmmm… I’m glad your behaving…”
I can feel your breaths coming in short bursts through your nose, but your lips are crushed against each other.
You begin to think that my fingers are conducting electricity, everywhere I touch, your muscles jump and dance. You try to look down into the darkness, almost expecting to see tiny blue flashes where my fingers meet your skin, but of course there’s nothing.
You spasm as I start to strokes inside you… in your head your shouting with frustration but outwardly know to stay mute.
“Is it hard? Staying silent?” I laugh
You can feel the vibrations through my lips. “I never thought you’d do so well, you’re nearly there aren’t you?”
I press my mouth to your slit again and suck..
You can feel the orgasm building as I work my finger in and out, alternatively sucking and rubbing the flat part of my tongue against your clit….
A tingling starts in the toes and you push hard against me as i bring my free hand around to your back and push you closer to me, painfully, against the ropes.
The darkness becomes tinged with blue as you coast towards the point of no return, everything tightening, preparing to snap back and give you release.
As I bury my face in your cunt, almost like I want to climb inside, fingers digging into the flesh.
Without thinking…. you open my mouth and moan…
He stops.
Your whole body is shaking…
No….
You can hear hard panting and for a moment you think I might just carry on.
“Ten Minutes.” My voice is flat.
“No! That’s not fair!” You can’t help it, the words tumble out before you can stop them.
A silence follows and then in, the dark, a disappointed sigh.
“One hour. And before you say anymore may I remind you that the next sound you make earns you an over night stay alone.”
For the first time since the light went out you can hear me moving, a slow tread away from you towards the stairs, the slight squeak of a wooden step halfway up, the opening and then closing of the door above. You try to follow all the sounds even though you can’t see anything…
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