My knees were numb as I sat on the floor. I could feel the coldness on the floor as my pussy pulses with my naked body against the floor. My blindfold is pulled off one eye. My breathing deepens as he comes closer to me. I slam my eyes shut and I vower to the ground. He ties up my hands and my ankles, I can't move. I'm scared... What will he do to me? Just then I feel a bucket of cold water splash up against my chest. I tell out a Yelp of help... He unrolls the duct tape and covers my mouth. Oh my God I'm gonna die... He drags me by my hair to the next room. He tells out! Come on bitch! I can only be still and not move, it's ok, I'm ok... I'm ok.....
He walks to the corner of the room and opens a door, I hear the crackle of electricity as he tests out a zap stick. He comes near my body, I don't hear his words, but feel him moving around me as if he were hunting me. He stops before me. He snaps the stick again, but this time he touches it to my nipples who are clamped up tight. It gives a burning hot feeling with a surprise jump through my whole body. I let out a Yelp, I struggle to move, the restraint is so tight I can't sit up. How do I get up with no feeling in my legs? Could I run away? No I couldn't. As soon as I make it to my feet I could run. The pain is felt in my finger nails, a strong burning sensation. A feeling you compare to putting a hot stove to the bottom of your hand. My heart is racing as he circles and touches my bare skin for his pleasure. Each time I let out a small cry, trying to not show emotions to him. Maybe he will decide to leave me alone when he's done torturing me.
Can I be me in a world that looks down on my choices to give someone her full attention, to fulfill these whorish thoughts she imagines in her head. Can she be an independent woman and work where she is needed to be the leader. However in her off time she wants to care, and enjoy day to day interactions with this person. She gets her fulfillments by bringing him joy. She is excited about this new found journey she is on where her imagination is fed, and cared for. I hope you enjoy my ramblings. ?
My knees were numb as I sat on the floor. I could feel the coldness on the floor as my pussy pulses with my naked body against the floor. My blindfold is pulled off one eye. My breathing deepens as he comes closer to me. I slam my eyes shut and I vower to the ground. He ties up my hands and my ankles, I can't move. I'm scared... What will he do to me? Just then I feel a bucket of cold water splash up against my chest. I tell out a Yelp of help... He unrolls the duct tape and covers my mouth. Oh my God I'm gonna die... He drags me by my hair to the next room. He tells out! Come on bitch! I can only be still and not move, it's ok, I'm ok... I'm ok.....
He walks to the corner of the room and opens a door, I hear the crackle of electricity as he tests out a zap stick. He comes near my body, I don't hear his words, but feel him moving around me as if he were hunting me. He stops before me. He snaps the stick again, but this time he touches it to my nipples who are clamped up tight. It gives a burning hot feeling with a surprise jump through my whole body. I let out a Yelp, I struggle to move, the restraint is so tight I can't sit up. How do I get up with no feeling in my legs? Could I run away? No I couldn't. As soon as I make it to my feet I could run. The pain is felt in my finger nails, a strong burning sensation. A feeling you compare to putting a hot stove to the bottom of your hand. My heart is racing as he circles and touches my bare skin for his pleasure. Each time I let out a small cry, trying to not show emotions to him. Maybe he will decide to leave me alone when he's done torturing me.
"I feel his strong hand grab me by the hair and pull me forward onto my face, my tormented nipples brushing the cold, slab floor. My arms extend out above my head, my wrist and ankles still bound. His hand roughly grabs my inner thigh, lifting my hips so that I’m on my numb knees, exposing my openings. I hear him charge the wand, fingering its button and can feel the static charge less than an inch from my wet lips. My body tries to jump forward yet I find a strong hand grip my hip and hold me in place. I am both terrified and in the same breathless moment turned on . . . torn between my two emotions: Flee or submit. I hear in my ear his course whisper, “Which shall I take first? And how shall it be done?” As his fingers gently toy my two exposed entrances. Fear wells within me as I realize I won’t just be tortured and I am in for a long, painful night.” 💜💋
To be continued....
What shall happen next? Leave a comment and I'll add it in to the next part. It's turning me on knowing your reading this! So when you reply back, I'll let out a Yelp for you. Thank you to the first cutie who read it, and got some whimpers out if me. Your appreciated, and 💋. 🎀💋🎀
