Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Tied, part I
Her Master opened the door and gestured her to walk through it. Stepping into the room she saw a bed, armchairs, and the standard hotel room cabinet hiding a television she was pretty sure she wasn't going to see. He tossed their luggage haphazardly in a pile and dropped languidly into one of the armchairs. His eyes twinkled sadistically as He ordered her to strip. "Now?" She protested, wistfully eying the other armchair and huge gilded tub in the bathroom. He arched an eyebrow at her "are you telling Me no little one?" His tone was quiet. The kind of quiet that says it's not really a question and there's only one right answer anyways. Pouting she slipped her t-shirt over her head and slid her jeans down. Kicking them off she, directed her attention to the thin black thong that really offered no coverage to her smoothly shaved pussy. "Leave it" He commanded. Pointing at the small black suitcase at His feet He ordered her to open it. "cuffs, blindfold, gag, rope, clips, and knife. Lay them out on the nightstand." She obeyed, glancing nervously at the open curtains pulled back to reveal full length panes of glass. His looked at her "don't you dare close those curtains little one. No one can see from down on the ground and anyone who can see from that building will just be getting a nice show now won't they." She felt the heat in her face traveling uncomfortably down her body and settling into her core. "Sadistic bastard." He grinned shamelessly at her. "That's right, and don't you forget it. Now, on the bed on your back. She sighed resignedly and pulled back the blankets settling herself onto the bed. He slipped a line of rope through the headboard and picked up the cuffs. Black leather lined with red felt and covered in o-rings. After fastening them around her wrists, He pulled her hands up above her head and and hooked the cuffs to pre-tied loops in the rope. He always used hooks that she could undo herself if she had to. She had only unhooked herself once in the heat of the moment. She cringed at the memory. Every action has consequences. He proceeded to cuff her ankles and hook them to a rope He had tied to the bedposts spreading her legs wide as He did so. He took a moment to inspect her pussy, spread open and beginning to get wet in anticipation. He knew it made her uncomfortable to be stared at like that and He smiled sadistically as she began to squirm. Then came the blindfold. As her world sank into darkness she began to struggle slightly. He bent over her, grabbing her by the back of the head "do you trust me completely?" She let out the breath she wasn't aware she had been holding, "yes Master. i trust you completely." He let go of her hair. "Good." As the gag slipped between her lips He said, "remember that. Remember that i protect you. And in return, you submit to me and i own you. Mind, body, and soul. I own you little one." She nodded silently. Her other senses began compensating for the loss of sight. She heard Him moving around the room. Heard the door open and close. She whimpered through the gag, begging incoherently for some sign that He was still there. He had never tied her up and left before! But there were no reassuring words of his presence. She fell silent and listened carefully to the lack of sound in the room. He was gone. She repressed a moment of panic at being left alone tied to the bed in a hotel room in a strange city. After what seemed like an eternity, there was a sound of a key in the lock and the door sliding open. She gave a sigh of relief, followed by a nervous unintelligible plea for Him to say something. "Damn, there really is a naked woman tied to the bed." She froze. That was not her Master's voice. She listened, waiting to hear His voice replying to the unknown man. The reply never came. She heard footsteps as the man moved to stand beside the bed. She began struggling, not undoing the hooks was so ingrained in her that releasing herself wasn't even a thought. "mmmm" the unknown voice was very close now. The sound of a zipper being undone was loud as cymbals in the otherwise silent room. Fear flooded through her, disconcertingly leading to a growing wet patch between her legs. The sound of the knife being removed from the bedside table wrenched a strangled squeal out of the gag. She felt it slide up her thigh and froze, moaning in fear and anticipation. The knife slid slowly up the crack of her ass slicing the black thong off leaving her completely exposed. She tried to close her legs in a futile effort to hide her dripping pussy and the evidence of what a whore she was that it so clearly displayed. Where was Master? She tried to think through the fog. Subspace had consumed her and she was no longer functional enough to form a complete thought. His words echoed in her mind, "do you trust me completely?" She tensed slightly as hands slid up her thighs, dipping slightly into her wetness. Abruptly, the hand withdrew and she felt herself blushing from head to toe in shame. Then a wet stream of piss began to splash across her back and she panicked. Master had agreed that no other man would ever be allowed to mark her their property like a common animal. She began flailing around and clawing at the hooks that kept her hands tied to the bed. Suddenly, a large familiar hand wrapped around her throat and squeezed tightly. "you said you trust me completely My little one."