Click
Click
The muffled sound didn't quite register initially as she awoke slowly from her fitful sleep
The night was full of strange dreams she couldn't quite fathom until she was awoken by the strange noise
She felt her left leg moved not of her doing Click
Slowly rousing from her sleep she opened her eyes... the world was still dark
She felt her left arm move... Click
Suddenly dawning on her the realisation of the sound, the sound of the padlocks clicking into place... the realisation that she couldn't see because her eyes were covered.
She struggled for movement and found none.. She was locked to the bedposts by ankles and wrists, unable to see for the blindfold and disorientated and groggy from her restless sleep.
She could feel or at least thought she could that she was naked but wasn't sure. She usually didn't sleep naked so assumed she was wearing her thin lace panties she went to bed in. She definatly couldn't sense the satin camisole she usually slept wore
Feeling embarrassed but not able to cover herself, having no control over her own body she wanted to cry out
Resisting the urge she stopped struggling. Crying out would be pointless. She knew he was still in the room.. she could hear his breathing and knew he could silence her instantly if he chose.
She was sure she knew who he was. Even though he didn't speak she could sense him. Knew the scent of him as it lingered around her from his closeness as he locked the cuffs.
She wanted to struggle and cry out knowing it would do no good. But wanting to enjoy the odd sensations she was feeling of not having control over her own body.
She spoke no words. Waiting for him to speak first. Wanting to confirm the identity of the man she hoped it would be that had taken these freedoms from her.
Silently he circled the bed.
Silently he positioned himself beside her to her left and sat carefully on the edge of the mattress beside her
She could feel the mattress move under his weight as her body shifted slightly.
He didn't touch her directly... but she could feel and hear him near.
She could smell things in the air
Her other senses heightened by the depravation of her sight.
She could smell the candles; hear the flame flickering in the room. She sniffed the air gently. Chocolate, Vanilla and.... and another smell she didn't immediately recognise....
She felt the sensation of touch ... light and fluid ... strangely erotic but unable to place the feeling. Its wasn't his hand... the feel was too light for that
He was brushing something soft against her.... she smelt the aroma then... the other scent... it was honey she had smelled earlier that she couldn't place
He was dusting honey onto her soft cool skin... she didn't know how... but the feeling was light and strangely arousing... the scent of it intriguing to the senses.
He gently dusted the feather applicator along her skin.... starting at her abdomen and circling up and down her body... teasing strokes lightly touching the dust to her body
Gently and slowly coating her in the sweet dust. Teasing her nipples with the feathers... watching them react, his breathing slow yet steady in the candle light as he worked slowly without urgency to coat her silken form in the tingling dust.
Dusting along her thighs slowly and steadily ... tracing the fluid lines of her body as he descended as far as her knees... switching legs and dusting up ... slowly and steadily to ensure he didn't miss a spot he carefully tickled his way up her other thigh.
Content with the covering on her legs ... the way it shone in the candlight delighted him as he surveyed her form.... teasing his way again to her stomach... making sure he hadn't missed any spots he then desended to dust gently yet slowly between her spread legs
Ticking and teasing with methodical slow circles he dusted a fine coating along the edges of her panty line... sensing her arousal but hearing no reaction from her he assumed she planned on defying him with what little power she had left
He would have none of that... she would moan , scream and beg before he was done with her this day.
Adjusting and increasing the pressure of the feather applicator he teased her further... trying to entice a reaction.... he thought he heard her gasp at the increased pressure.... that was enough for him at that moment... a start... he would hear more from her he was certain of that.
She tensed slightly at his firmer touch still unable to place the origins of the touch...she figured it was something soft to tickle and tease her that way , fur maybe , maybe feathers... she really didn't know. All she knew was he was tickling her... and she liked it... but wouldn't let him know if she could help it. She planned on keeping her strength and letting him know nothing of her pleasure.
Trailing the soft feathers directly up her body he teased in long slow strokes back and forth... gradually moving up... between her breasts.... across her shoulders ... slowly dusting left and right to ensure the perfect coverage
Circling up he traced the soft applicator up her neck... flicking slightly at her ear before easing back down and coating the other side ...dusting lightly along her soft neck he sensed her swallow .... A natural gag reaction ...another thing she couldn't control... he smiled slightly as he watched her.
Removing the feathers from her neck he dusted them slightly into the bowl of honey dust..... Allowing a small amount to lace to the feathers..... Running it back along her slender neck... he then dusted her chin... before trailing the applicator gently across her lips... coating them gently with the fine dust.... allowing her to taste it. Encouraging her to lick her lips but she didn't.
She would pay for that lack of response
He leaned forward... extending his slick tongue to meet her lips... licking slowly around the edges of her lips he tasted the honey. Satisfied with the tease he kissed her gently then pulled back and stood beside the bed
The mattress springing back into place as her weight shifted.... he stood there... and waited.
Click.... click... click
Whats this... she knew that sound... he was taking pictures of her
She opened her mouth to speak....to voice her displeasure.... before she could utter a sound he shoved something soft in her mouth to gag her
She didn't know what it was but it was soft and bulky and dry to her tongue. Some sort of cloth... she couldn't speak
She moaned against the gag trying to talk... it was useless her protests didn't make sense even to her... she realised speech was futile at this point but she vowed to say her piece when the time came
She knew the pictures were safe... if this man was really who she thought it was. She trusted him... but wasn't 100% sure if it was him... but who else could it be?
He focussed again... click.... that’s enough pictures
He wasn't taking them for personal gain... he just wanted to show her how beautiful she looked laid helpless on the bed framed by the ruffled red satin sheets and covered in the glowing honey dust in the candle light.
He thought she looked stunning.
When she tried to cry out he had to stop her lest she attract attention from the neighbouring rooms. He sensed she might so he had prepared the gag earlier in case it was needed
A bunched piece of cloth torn from the ruffle of a red pillowcase.
He shoved it into her mouth to stifle her protests... a temporary measure till he was ready to allow her use of her mouth again ... he smirked to himself at the thought of it
Standing back admiring the smooth silken texture of her body in the candle light... dusted with the honey... He waited and watched her
Her chest rising and falling rhythmically as she breathed thru the satin gag he has placed there to quieten her
Her head titled to the left in "defeat" unable to cry out.
He waited
He watched
Silently he circled the bed again... standing at her right side now.....leaning down without touching the bed... not allowing her to know where he stood or where the next sensation would come from .........he touched her
Gently he ran his fingertips along her inner thigh... starting from the knee he slid them silently and effortlessly along the curves of her legs
His fingers picking up and sliding along the silken dust... were lubricating his fingers against the sheen of her body.
He teased his fingertips along her silky thigh between her legs... changing direction as he rose up deviating from the expected path he ran his fingers along the crease of her panty line.... level with her belly button he ran his fingers across it and down the other side... lightly trailing his fingertips along the silky material.... touching her gently thru the cloth.... as she lay spread and vulnerable chained to the posts.
He continued to run his fingertips thru the dust... lightly touching her... feeling her skin beneath his fingertips... exploring her body with teasing strokes
Gliding his fingers around he moved them up... touching her gently, playfully as he worked his way around her body
Circling her firm nipples he could see and sense her stifled arousal as he worked on her body ... touching her all over... sliding along her neck, shoulder, breasts... touching her intimately as a lover would.... gently , sensually , but not sexually , just teasing her senses , coaxing her to respond to him and his touch.
She flinched... ever so slightly when his hand touched her
She wasn't sure where it would come from or what he would touch first but she knew it would come... eventually... he must have stood there waiting along time... it felt like an eternity to her and in a way she was glad the waiting was over
She felt his slow caress as he explored her body carefully
He was gentle... much gentler than she expected and she relished the sensation of his fingers gliding along her skin
Still unable to comprehend his intensions but secretly enjoying his touch she wanted more... but dared not react... dared not allow him the satisfaction of knowing her arousal and desire but secretly not wanting him to stop.
She could tell her nipples were swollen... party due to the cool breeze flowing over her body from the open window , partly because of his touch... the anticipation of it had aroused her more as she waited... trying to imagine what he would do next , where he would touch her and how.
She secretly longed for his embrace yet struggled to hold onto the little power she had left. She would resist him as long as she dared.
When he touched her legs and ran his fingertips along her thighs she fought with herself to not cry out , to not moan or show any reponse to his touch.
She wanted it... had a deep desire to be touched like this
To be restrained against her will and tormented by a man she thought she knew and trusted but could have been a perfect stranger.
She caught herself slipping into the moment and regained herself ... her body was starting to respond naturally but she still had control of her mind
Her nipples were firm and hard and she could feel her juices starting to flow.......
Click
The muffled sound didn't quite register initially as she awoke slowly from her fitful sleep
The night was full of strange dreams she couldn't quite fathom until she was awoken by the strange noise
She felt her left leg moved not of her doing Click
Slowly rousing from her sleep she opened her eyes... the world was still dark
She felt her left arm move... Click
Suddenly dawning on her the realisation of the sound, the sound of the padlocks clicking into place... the realisation that she couldn't see because her eyes were covered.
She struggled for movement and found none.. She was locked to the bedposts by ankles and wrists, unable to see for the blindfold and disorientated and groggy from her restless sleep.
She could feel or at least thought she could that she was naked but wasn't sure. She usually didn't sleep naked so assumed she was wearing her thin lace panties she went to bed in. She definatly couldn't sense the satin camisole she usually slept wore
Feeling embarrassed but not able to cover herself, having no control over her own body she wanted to cry out
Resisting the urge she stopped struggling. Crying out would be pointless. She knew he was still in the room.. she could hear his breathing and knew he could silence her instantly if he chose.
She was sure she knew who he was. Even though he didn't speak she could sense him. Knew the scent of him as it lingered around her from his closeness as he locked the cuffs.
She wanted to struggle and cry out knowing it would do no good. But wanting to enjoy the odd sensations she was feeling of not having control over her own body.
She spoke no words. Waiting for him to speak first. Wanting to confirm the identity of the man she hoped it would be that had taken these freedoms from her.
Silently he circled the bed.
Silently he positioned himself beside her to her left and sat carefully on the edge of the mattress beside her
She could feel the mattress move under his weight as her body shifted slightly.
He didn't touch her directly... but she could feel and hear him near.
She could smell things in the air
Her other senses heightened by the depravation of her sight.
She could smell the candles; hear the flame flickering in the room. She sniffed the air gently. Chocolate, Vanilla and.... and another smell she didn't immediately recognise....
She felt the sensation of touch ... light and fluid ... strangely erotic but unable to place the feeling. Its wasn't his hand... the feel was too light for that
He was brushing something soft against her.... she smelt the aroma then... the other scent... it was honey she had smelled earlier that she couldn't place
He was dusting honey onto her soft cool skin... she didn't know how... but the feeling was light and strangely arousing... the scent of it intriguing to the senses.
He gently dusted the feather applicator along her skin.... starting at her abdomen and circling up and down her body... teasing strokes lightly touching the dust to her body
Gently and slowly coating her in the sweet dust. Teasing her nipples with the feathers... watching them react, his breathing slow yet steady in the candle light as he worked slowly without urgency to coat her silken form in the tingling dust.
Dusting along her thighs slowly and steadily ... tracing the fluid lines of her body as he descended as far as her knees... switching legs and dusting up ... slowly and steadily to ensure he didn't miss a spot he carefully tickled his way up her other thigh.
Content with the covering on her legs ... the way it shone in the candlight delighted him as he surveyed her form.... teasing his way again to her stomach... making sure he hadn't missed any spots he then desended to dust gently yet slowly between her spread legs
Ticking and teasing with methodical slow circles he dusted a fine coating along the edges of her panty line... sensing her arousal but hearing no reaction from her he assumed she planned on defying him with what little power she had left
He would have none of that... she would moan , scream and beg before he was done with her this day.
Adjusting and increasing the pressure of the feather applicator he teased her further... trying to entice a reaction.... he thought he heard her gasp at the increased pressure.... that was enough for him at that moment... a start... he would hear more from her he was certain of that.
She tensed slightly at his firmer touch still unable to place the origins of the touch...she figured it was something soft to tickle and tease her that way , fur maybe , maybe feathers... she really didn't know. All she knew was he was tickling her... and she liked it... but wouldn't let him know if she could help it. She planned on keeping her strength and letting him know nothing of her pleasure.
Trailing the soft feathers directly up her body he teased in long slow strokes back and forth... gradually moving up... between her breasts.... across her shoulders ... slowly dusting left and right to ensure the perfect coverage
Circling up he traced the soft applicator up her neck... flicking slightly at her ear before easing back down and coating the other side ...dusting lightly along her soft neck he sensed her swallow .... A natural gag reaction ...another thing she couldn't control... he smiled slightly as he watched her.
Removing the feathers from her neck he dusted them slightly into the bowl of honey dust..... Allowing a small amount to lace to the feathers..... Running it back along her slender neck... he then dusted her chin... before trailing the applicator gently across her lips... coating them gently with the fine dust.... allowing her to taste it. Encouraging her to lick her lips but she didn't.
She would pay for that lack of response
He leaned forward... extending his slick tongue to meet her lips... licking slowly around the edges of her lips he tasted the honey. Satisfied with the tease he kissed her gently then pulled back and stood beside the bed
The mattress springing back into place as her weight shifted.... he stood there... and waited.
Click.... click... click
Whats this... she knew that sound... he was taking pictures of her
She opened her mouth to speak....to voice her displeasure.... before she could utter a sound he shoved something soft in her mouth to gag her
She didn't know what it was but it was soft and bulky and dry to her tongue. Some sort of cloth... she couldn't speak
She moaned against the gag trying to talk... it was useless her protests didn't make sense even to her... she realised speech was futile at this point but she vowed to say her piece when the time came
She knew the pictures were safe... if this man was really who she thought it was. She trusted him... but wasn't 100% sure if it was him... but who else could it be?
He focussed again... click.... that’s enough pictures
He wasn't taking them for personal gain... he just wanted to show her how beautiful she looked laid helpless on the bed framed by the ruffled red satin sheets and covered in the glowing honey dust in the candle light.
He thought she looked stunning.
When she tried to cry out he had to stop her lest she attract attention from the neighbouring rooms. He sensed she might so he had prepared the gag earlier in case it was needed
A bunched piece of cloth torn from the ruffle of a red pillowcase.
He shoved it into her mouth to stifle her protests... a temporary measure till he was ready to allow her use of her mouth again ... he smirked to himself at the thought of it
Standing back admiring the smooth silken texture of her body in the candle light... dusted with the honey... He waited and watched her
Her chest rising and falling rhythmically as she breathed thru the satin gag he has placed there to quieten her
Her head titled to the left in "defeat" unable to cry out.
He waited
He watched
Silently he circled the bed again... standing at her right side now.....leaning down without touching the bed... not allowing her to know where he stood or where the next sensation would come from .........he touched her
Gently he ran his fingertips along her inner thigh... starting from the knee he slid them silently and effortlessly along the curves of her legs
His fingers picking up and sliding along the silken dust... were lubricating his fingers against the sheen of her body.
He teased his fingertips along her silky thigh between her legs... changing direction as he rose up deviating from the expected path he ran his fingers along the crease of her panty line.... level with her belly button he ran his fingers across it and down the other side... lightly trailing his fingertips along the silky material.... touching her gently thru the cloth.... as she lay spread and vulnerable chained to the posts.
He continued to run his fingertips thru the dust... lightly touching her... feeling her skin beneath his fingertips... exploring her body with teasing strokes
Gliding his fingers around he moved them up... touching her gently, playfully as he worked his way around her body
Circling her firm nipples he could see and sense her stifled arousal as he worked on her body ... touching her all over... sliding along her neck, shoulder, breasts... touching her intimately as a lover would.... gently , sensually , but not sexually , just teasing her senses , coaxing her to respond to him and his touch.
She flinched... ever so slightly when his hand touched her
She wasn't sure where it would come from or what he would touch first but she knew it would come... eventually... he must have stood there waiting along time... it felt like an eternity to her and in a way she was glad the waiting was over
She felt his slow caress as he explored her body carefully
He was gentle... much gentler than she expected and she relished the sensation of his fingers gliding along her skin
Still unable to comprehend his intensions but secretly enjoying his touch she wanted more... but dared not react... dared not allow him the satisfaction of knowing her arousal and desire but secretly not wanting him to stop.
She could tell her nipples were swollen... party due to the cool breeze flowing over her body from the open window , partly because of his touch... the anticipation of it had aroused her more as she waited... trying to imagine what he would do next , where he would touch her and how.
She secretly longed for his embrace yet struggled to hold onto the little power she had left. She would resist him as long as she dared.
When he touched her legs and ran his fingertips along her thighs she fought with herself to not cry out , to not moan or show any reponse to his touch.
She wanted it... had a deep desire to be touched like this
To be restrained against her will and tormented by a man she thought she knew and trusted but could have been a perfect stranger.
She caught herself slipping into the moment and regained herself ... her body was starting to respond naturally but she still had control of her mind
Her nipples were firm and hard and she could feel her juices starting to flow.......