eBlyss

i can’t see or hear or move. i don’t know how long it has been since She left me here; bound, gagged, blinded. the air is still in the room. i strain to hear something, some hint of movement but all i hear is (thud) the beating of my own heart (thud thud) in my chest; so loud. and my breath (in out) like a hurricane in my head. everything is so loud but i hear nothing. nothing! nothing that could give me a hint as to where She was. what was She going to do next? shit! why didn’t we spend more time discussing this? i tried to move, to struggle, to strain against the bands so tight across my chest, my thighs my ankles, my wrists, my forearms. it felt like they were everywhere; holding me, gripping me. i groaned against the gag. She must hear that. damn it! where is She? oh god. She came highly recommended but this was my first session with her. i took things too fast… maybe… but She didn’t even give me a chance. She just listened and nodded and then told me to strip. and… She was so… so perfect. Perfect. i was mesmerized by Her voice, Her hair, Her eyes, Her perfume, Her… Her Everything. i was hard even before She pulled that first leather strap tight around my wrist. and i was still hard as She pulled the hood over my eyes. fuck… i am still hard now. even if She came back and gave me the choice to leave, i wouldn’t… i couldn’t. and then i feel Her gloved hands on my ass, spreading me, slipping something cool and wet into me. i groan. and then i feel the gentle brush of leather against my thigh. and then… and then… that first strike, that sting, that bite, that divine and vicious kiss of her whip. and i remembered Her last whisper just before She took away my sound: “there will be no safe word.”