Kate was intensely aware of her surroundings despite being blindfolded. Actually it was more than just a blindfold, if felt more like a hood of some sort that covered her head completely with openings only for her nostrils and her mouth. The mouth opening was of little use at the moment since between her perfect teeth was a rubber ball, secured in place by a silk scarf tied tightly around her head preventing her speaking or uttering anything other than grunts, groans, and similar primitive sounds.
Kate’s hands were secured above her head by a set of handcuffs threaded through an iron ring secured to the wall behind the antique brass headboard. Her feet were spread wide apart and secured to the bed rails by soft, silk ropes. She was securely bound and utterly exposed as she listened to her lover move around the room. Her soft skin prickled with goose pimples from the combination of anticipation and the cool air that gently caressed her naked flesh.
After some time Kate heard her captor approach the bed then stop. She tensed, straining to hear even a small clue as to what he was doing. As she held her breath, listening intently, she shrieked vainly into the rubber ball as she felt an icy stab on her breasts followed by another and yet another. Icy water was dripping from above, plashing onto the perfect globes of her feminine form. Some of the drops landed on her nipples, drawing them up into turgid buds like pink raisins. Still Kate could hear nothing, no clue even faint that would give away her tormentor’s intentions. The frigid shower continued until she felt the ice itself against her skin, circling her perfect orbs and then gliding along the flesh of her lower belly and across her mound, leaving a mass of wet curls behind as it tracked a reverse path up the other side of her body to the opposite breast. Kate moaned and attempted to twist away from the exquisite torment but her captor was relentless and merciless. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the frigid assault stopped.
Again Kate listened for clues. She could hear her lover moving around the room and faint sounds of him preparing something for her but again she could not tell what it might be. Soon she heard him approach and sit on the bed beside her. His hands gently caressed her thighs and teased the crinkly hair, which was beginning to dry after the bout with the ice cube. Then he withdrew his hand and she could tell that he was doing something but she couldn’t tell what it was. In a moment she caught the faint fragrance of lavender. What was he up to now? She thought. Then she felt a cool but soothing sensation on her goose-bumped flesh, the sensation of a cream being applied to the skin of her pubic area and being worked into the soft, curly hair that was the only covering she had to guard her sex from his gaze. When she felt the cold steel blade against her flesh Kate understood what was happening. Quickly but skillfully he removed every vestige of hair from her mound and vaginal lips. After he finished he washed her, using a soft, wet, warm cloth to cleanse the area and leave her as bare as the day she was born. Kate felt profoundly naked as she imagined him standing, looking at her and planning his next assault.
A long time passed and Kate began to wonder if her captor has tired of her and moved on to other pursuits. She tugged tentatively at her bonds but found them secure. Unable to escape she tried to relax and rest, resigned that she was his captive and she could do nothing that he did not permit. After several minutes, Kate heard him enter the room again. She held her breath as he walked up to the bed. She imagined him standing there gazing at her perfect body, ravishing her with his eyes. She felt a touch, soft and smooth, a hand and fingers caressing and kneading the young, firm flesh but the feel was different, strange in a pleasant sort of way, soft, smooth, supple like fine leather. Up and down her body the gloved hand moved, touching secret spots, and tender places to stoke an inferno of passion within Kate’s restrained body. She quivered and ached for his touch but when he approached he would back away just before reaching the place that ached so desperately. After a few minutes of this exquisite torture, Kate felt another sensation, a light touch, a feather, on her inner thigh. He was alternating between the gloved hand and the feather, alternating between broad strokes across expanses of quivering flesh and short staccato flicks of the feather over tender and aroused flesh. Kate bucked and groaned as her body was whipped to a frenzy of sexual desire. Perspiration glistened on her porcelain skin, her head was thrown back as she strained against the gag to utter her aroused cries but they were trapped forever behind the sphere of acrid rubber that filled her mouth and wedged her jaws open. Then just as quickly as it started the sensual attack ceased.
Kate lay on her back, her breasts heaving as she breathed heavily. She hadn’t had time to fully recover from the previous onslaught when she felt the first drops of hot oil splash onto her body. Quickly and expertly he smoothed the oil over her skin until it disappeared then he would pour more, until her body was covered with its glow. Finally she felt the oil splash onto her newly shaved mound and trickle into the creases and crevices of her sex. His hands were no less expert as he gently worked the flesh, squeezing, pressing, kneading, his fingers slipping into the cleft of her sex, searching and find the bud of pleasure. Again Kate moaned and thrust upward to increase her pleasure, her state of bondage long forgotten. As she became more aroused, Kate was aware of a buzzing sound then she jumped, startled as she felt an object, hard and smooth, glide between her thighs. Again she jerked when she felt the bussing phallus begin to invade the center of her feminine identity. Slowly but insistently it pushed the flesh aside. The frantic vibrations were setting every nerve in her body on edge and the phallic shape of the object made her gasp with desire. Every nerve in Kate’s body sizzled with sexual energy and every muscle strained as the vibrator pushed her up the incline to orgasm’s precipice. Suddenly, as if she had been propelled into space, Kate spasmed, feeling every muscle and sinew in her body tighten then release as waves of pleasure swept across her entire being.
At that moment, Kate felt the ankle bonds being released and her body turned over. Her lover hoisted her to her knees and in what seemed like one swift motion, both released the scarf around her head, allowing the ball to fall from her mouth and also swiftly removing the hood from her face. Kate did not have time to grow accustomed to the light before he, grasping her by the hips, mounted her and possessed her. His thrusts stoked the fires of her arousal and once again she catapulted into that place where space and time dissolve and profound bliss overwhelmed her senses. The only existence was him and her melting together into a sexual soup, his pleasure hers, and her pleasure his.
After some time, Kate opened her eyes and propped herself up on her elbow gazing at her lover. Her breast brushed lightly against his back as she gently pushed a tuft of brown hair away from his face. Contented, she watched him sleep as the afternoon drew to a close.
Kate’s hands were secured above her head by a set of handcuffs threaded through an iron ring secured to the wall behind the antique brass headboard. Her feet were spread wide apart and secured to the bed rails by soft, silk ropes. She was securely bound and utterly exposed as she listened to her lover move around the room. Her soft skin prickled with goose pimples from the combination of anticipation and the cool air that gently caressed her naked flesh.
After some time Kate heard her captor approach the bed then stop. She tensed, straining to hear even a small clue as to what he was doing. As she held her breath, listening intently, she shrieked vainly into the rubber ball as she felt an icy stab on her breasts followed by another and yet another. Icy water was dripping from above, plashing onto the perfect globes of her feminine form. Some of the drops landed on her nipples, drawing them up into turgid buds like pink raisins. Still Kate could hear nothing, no clue even faint that would give away her tormentor’s intentions. The frigid shower continued until she felt the ice itself against her skin, circling her perfect orbs and then gliding along the flesh of her lower belly and across her mound, leaving a mass of wet curls behind as it tracked a reverse path up the other side of her body to the opposite breast. Kate moaned and attempted to twist away from the exquisite torment but her captor was relentless and merciless. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the frigid assault stopped.
Again Kate listened for clues. She could hear her lover moving around the room and faint sounds of him preparing something for her but again she could not tell what it might be. Soon she heard him approach and sit on the bed beside her. His hands gently caressed her thighs and teased the crinkly hair, which was beginning to dry after the bout with the ice cube. Then he withdrew his hand and she could tell that he was doing something but she couldn’t tell what it was. In a moment she caught the faint fragrance of lavender. What was he up to now? She thought. Then she felt a cool but soothing sensation on her goose-bumped flesh, the sensation of a cream being applied to the skin of her pubic area and being worked into the soft, curly hair that was the only covering she had to guard her sex from his gaze. When she felt the cold steel blade against her flesh Kate understood what was happening. Quickly but skillfully he removed every vestige of hair from her mound and vaginal lips. After he finished he washed her, using a soft, wet, warm cloth to cleanse the area and leave her as bare as the day she was born. Kate felt profoundly naked as she imagined him standing, looking at her and planning his next assault.
A long time passed and Kate began to wonder if her captor has tired of her and moved on to other pursuits. She tugged tentatively at her bonds but found them secure. Unable to escape she tried to relax and rest, resigned that she was his captive and she could do nothing that he did not permit. After several minutes, Kate heard him enter the room again. She held her breath as he walked up to the bed. She imagined him standing there gazing at her perfect body, ravishing her with his eyes. She felt a touch, soft and smooth, a hand and fingers caressing and kneading the young, firm flesh but the feel was different, strange in a pleasant sort of way, soft, smooth, supple like fine leather. Up and down her body the gloved hand moved, touching secret spots, and tender places to stoke an inferno of passion within Kate’s restrained body. She quivered and ached for his touch but when he approached he would back away just before reaching the place that ached so desperately. After a few minutes of this exquisite torture, Kate felt another sensation, a light touch, a feather, on her inner thigh. He was alternating between the gloved hand and the feather, alternating between broad strokes across expanses of quivering flesh and short staccato flicks of the feather over tender and aroused flesh. Kate bucked and groaned as her body was whipped to a frenzy of sexual desire. Perspiration glistened on her porcelain skin, her head was thrown back as she strained against the gag to utter her aroused cries but they were trapped forever behind the sphere of acrid rubber that filled her mouth and wedged her jaws open. Then just as quickly as it started the sensual attack ceased.
Kate lay on her back, her breasts heaving as she breathed heavily. She hadn’t had time to fully recover from the previous onslaught when she felt the first drops of hot oil splash onto her body. Quickly and expertly he smoothed the oil over her skin until it disappeared then he would pour more, until her body was covered with its glow. Finally she felt the oil splash onto her newly shaved mound and trickle into the creases and crevices of her sex. His hands were no less expert as he gently worked the flesh, squeezing, pressing, kneading, his fingers slipping into the cleft of her sex, searching and find the bud of pleasure. Again Kate moaned and thrust upward to increase her pleasure, her state of bondage long forgotten. As she became more aroused, Kate was aware of a buzzing sound then she jumped, startled as she felt an object, hard and smooth, glide between her thighs. Again she jerked when she felt the bussing phallus begin to invade the center of her feminine identity. Slowly but insistently it pushed the flesh aside. The frantic vibrations were setting every nerve in her body on edge and the phallic shape of the object made her gasp with desire. Every nerve in Kate’s body sizzled with sexual energy and every muscle strained as the vibrator pushed her up the incline to orgasm’s precipice. Suddenly, as if she had been propelled into space, Kate spasmed, feeling every muscle and sinew in her body tighten then release as waves of pleasure swept across her entire being.
At that moment, Kate felt the ankle bonds being released and her body turned over. Her lover hoisted her to her knees and in what seemed like one swift motion, both released the scarf around her head, allowing the ball to fall from her mouth and also swiftly removing the hood from her face. Kate did not have time to grow accustomed to the light before he, grasping her by the hips, mounted her and possessed her. His thrusts stoked the fires of her arousal and once again she catapulted into that place where space and time dissolve and profound bliss overwhelmed her senses. The only existence was him and her melting together into a sexual soup, his pleasure hers, and her pleasure his.
After some time, Kate opened her eyes and propped herself up on her elbow gazing at her lover. Her breast brushed lightly against his back as she gently pushed a tuft of brown hair away from his face. Contented, she watched him sleep as the afternoon drew to a close.
