* She said the words slowly, thick with arousal

As she lay next to me, she said the words slowly, thick with arousal …

 

 

“Honey, I love it when you hold me down and kind of “force” me. I love that feeling of being overpowered, struggling against your strength, powerless, and “forced” to fuck you. Maybe sometime, when I’m asleep you could tie me up and …

Months later, you slowly awaken to the feeling of your hands and feet tightly, but comfortably, restrained. You try to open your eyes but it seems you’re blindfolded. A TIGHT harness around your forehead immobilizes your head and neck anchoring you to, what feels like, a padded table.

 

 

Your legs are elevated and apart, each comfortably supported in their own cradle. Only your toes are moveable.

 

 

You gradually become aware your ENTIRE body, including your face and head is encased in some kind of tight fitting, thin material.  Only a circle around your mouth has been left open, to allow you to breathe.  The tightness, slipperiness, and elasticity of the material feels strangely arousing against your bare skin.

 

 

You try to move your body, testing the restraints, feeling the rest of them holding you. A wide strap across your chest, just above your breasts, another across your hips; again at each leg, each wrist, holding you in this embrace, an embrace strangely comforting in its security, an embrace you are powerless against, holding you immobile, holding you for …

 

 

Then, the “clicks” of someone turning on, what sounds like several lamps.  You immediately feel the heat from the lamps and, though you are blindfolded, you become aware there is one more place the slippery tight material does not cover … your pussy.

 

 

– Continued –