1.
Perhaps I shouldn’t have come. All I have done until now was in the safety of my own room. Not even once, I had left those four walls of my bedroom during one of the many tasks. The downstairs floor to intimidating. If I can’t masturbate in my own kitchen, then I certainly shouldn’t be here. But then again… Those are probably the nerves talking. Right? Most people would call me an introvert after meeting me. I probably can talk a bit more during social events. But what would I talk about? My somewhat boring job or the rainy weather? Or perhaps about my kinks that I like to act on online and what I keep a secret from everyone else. That would be a great topic if only….
Somewhere in my train of thoughts the front door opened already. The dark hallway almost empty. No pictures. No carpet. Just white walls and one coat hanger with some fabric. As soon as I step inside, I feel a new text coming in. The buzzing in my pocket immediately brings out my desire to play. I never imagined that a text message could bring this feeling. The again, I never imagined doing this as well.
“Close the door. Blindfold yourself with the cloth. Take of your coat. Hang it up.”
Four simple instructions to follow. I close the door quickly anxious for what is to come afterwards. The white walls slowly disappear as my eyesight goes black. Taking of the coat was another easy part. But finding that damned hanger without actually realizing how high or low it was takes frustratingly too much time. Why do you have to make it so difficult sometimes? Couldn’t I have put the blindfold on after hanging the coat? I know better then to question you out loud but in my mind you can’t hear me. I hope. Your low chuckle isn’t missed by me. I am glad my struggles entertain you.
“Stop. You are taking too long. Just drop it. And everything else you are wearing can join it on the floor.”
My fingers shake slightly as I unbutton my blouse and pants. The cool temperature from outside made its way in during the short time the door was open. Goosebumps form all along my arms. Maybe from the excitement, nerves or the cold. Or even all three. I can hear you take a few steps. Nothing else tells me how far or near you are. No touch or breath across my skin. If it wasn’t for your voice I still could have been inside those four safe walls. “I said everything”. You’re getting impatient and I can’t blame you. Without a second thought the clips of my bra are unhooked and it slowly falls to the floor. My underwear quickly follows. Not seeing you makes me want to cover up. I don’t. I know you will punish me for it. You have done so in the past. Multiple times for doing something I hadn’t been given permission for. It seems like a few minutes have passed already before I sense you again. My hair isn’t that long, but it reached beyond my shoulders. Your fingertips softly drag across my neck as you move my hear back. The faint feeling of your touch is replaced by the hard leather f a color tight around my neck. Before I can react it is already secured and being tugged on. No other way then to follow you away from the door. We make more turns than any other house has had in my entire life. You’re playing with me. I know it. And exactly that thought makes me a little bit wetter. The dark and endless maze of corners stop when you pull me up the stairs.
“Stay still”. He says as the constant pull on the leash falls away. “Give me your hands”. I can feel handcuffs being placed around my wrists. Together with some more metallic sounds as you move around me. Never really touching, but not going far away. Without warning my hands are being pulled up. Not high enough yet to lift me from the ground. No doubt in my mind says they could go that far up. “Spread your legs”. Your finger finds my entrance easily as you forcefully shove one inside. “Quite wet for me already. That is good. Makes the next step a whole lot easier”. Your finger leaves me as quickly as it came. Almost leaves me wanting more. But I know I don’t have to wait long with you. As I finish the thought, I can feel something else near my vagina. It feels like two connected balls as they are slowly being pushed further and further. I don’t have much training with inserting things. You know that. Which is probably why you are being kind with your speed. “I’ll let you get used to these for a few seconds”.
“I am going to enjoy this weekend. Having you all to myself. Unfortunately, I forgot to pick up a few things. So I have to go out. Not to worry though. I have a nice plan to keep you entertained”. A low vibrating starts from the balls as they come alive. “Do you feel that?” It is getting stronger by the second. The sound it creates becoming harder as well. “Yes”.
“Remember to always call me sir.”
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir”.
“Don’t worry. You’ll make it up to me soon enough.” I feel his finger slide through my slit, forcefully pressing on my clit as I squirm at the touch. “Every 5 minutes these balls will intensify. And every time you feel it increasing in tempo you’ll thank me out loud. Make sure you don’t cum. Make sure you don’t miss the window for the thank you and maybe you’ll be rewarded once I get back. Failure obviously gets punished”. One more pull on the handcuffs puts me on tiptoes after which I hear the front door open and close. With the vibrating balls taking over all feeling and sound, I can’t escape the building pressure that is quickly rising. I can only hope you don’t leave me here long.
Perhaps I shouldn’t have come. All I have done until now was in the safety of my own room. Not even once, I had left those four walls of my bedroom during one of the many tasks. The downstairs floor to intimidating. If I can’t masturbate in my own kitchen, then I certainly shouldn’t be here. But then again… Those are probably the nerves talking. Right? Most people would call me an introvert after meeting me. I probably can talk a bit more during social events. But what would I talk about? My somewhat boring job or the rainy weather? Or perhaps about my kinks that I like to act on online and what I keep a secret from everyone else. That would be a great topic if only….
Somewhere in my train of thoughts the front door opened already. The dark hallway almost empty. No pictures. No carpet. Just white walls and one coat hanger with some fabric. As soon as I step inside, I feel a new text coming in. The buzzing in my pocket immediately brings out my desire to play. I never imagined that a text message could bring this feeling. The again, I never imagined doing this as well.
“Close the door. Blindfold yourself with the cloth. Take of your coat. Hang it up.”
Four simple instructions to follow. I close the door quickly anxious for what is to come afterwards. The white walls slowly disappear as my eyesight goes black. Taking of the coat was another easy part. But finding that damned hanger without actually realizing how high or low it was takes frustratingly too much time. Why do you have to make it so difficult sometimes? Couldn’t I have put the blindfold on after hanging the coat? I know better then to question you out loud but in my mind you can’t hear me. I hope. Your low chuckle isn’t missed by me. I am glad my struggles entertain you.
“Stop. You are taking too long. Just drop it. And everything else you are wearing can join it on the floor.”
My fingers shake slightly as I unbutton my blouse and pants. The cool temperature from outside made its way in during the short time the door was open. Goosebumps form all along my arms. Maybe from the excitement, nerves or the cold. Or even all three. I can hear you take a few steps. Nothing else tells me how far or near you are. No touch or breath across my skin. If it wasn’t for your voice I still could have been inside those four safe walls. “I said everything”. You’re getting impatient and I can’t blame you. Without a second thought the clips of my bra are unhooked and it slowly falls to the floor. My underwear quickly follows. Not seeing you makes me want to cover up. I don’t. I know you will punish me for it. You have done so in the past. Multiple times for doing something I hadn’t been given permission for. It seems like a few minutes have passed already before I sense you again. My hair isn’t that long, but it reached beyond my shoulders. Your fingertips softly drag across my neck as you move my hear back. The faint feeling of your touch is replaced by the hard leather f a color tight around my neck. Before I can react it is already secured and being tugged on. No other way then to follow you away from the door. We make more turns than any other house has had in my entire life. You’re playing with me. I know it. And exactly that thought makes me a little bit wetter. The dark and endless maze of corners stop when you pull me up the stairs.
“Stay still”. He says as the constant pull on the leash falls away. “Give me your hands”. I can feel handcuffs being placed around my wrists. Together with some more metallic sounds as you move around me. Never really touching, but not going far away. Without warning my hands are being pulled up. Not high enough yet to lift me from the ground. No doubt in my mind says they could go that far up. “Spread your legs”. Your finger finds my entrance easily as you forcefully shove one inside. “Quite wet for me already. That is good. Makes the next step a whole lot easier”. Your finger leaves me as quickly as it came. Almost leaves me wanting more. But I know I don’t have to wait long with you. As I finish the thought, I can feel something else near my vagina. It feels like two connected balls as they are slowly being pushed further and further. I don’t have much training with inserting things. You know that. Which is probably why you are being kind with your speed. “I’ll let you get used to these for a few seconds”.
“I am going to enjoy this weekend. Having you all to myself. Unfortunately, I forgot to pick up a few things. So I have to go out. Not to worry though. I have a nice plan to keep you entertained”. A low vibrating starts from the balls as they come alive. “Do you feel that?” It is getting stronger by the second. The sound it creates becoming harder as well. “Yes”.
“Remember to always call me sir.”
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir”.
“Don’t worry. You’ll make it up to me soon enough.” I feel his finger slide through my slit, forcefully pressing on my clit as I squirm at the touch. “Every 5 minutes these balls will intensify. And every time you feel it increasing in tempo you’ll thank me out loud. Make sure you don’t cum. Make sure you don’t miss the window for the thank you and maybe you’ll be rewarded once I get back. Failure obviously gets punished”. One more pull on the handcuffs puts me on tiptoes after which I hear the front door open and close. With the vibrating balls taking over all feeling and sound, I can’t escape the building pressure that is quickly rising. I can only hope you don’t leave me here long.
