wanting, he would ensure that she enjoyed herself as much as he enjoyed her.
She felt something lightly trail across her back, it made her jump, she wasn’t sure that she had really felt anything at all, wasn’t sure if she had fallen too deeply into her imaginings. She felt it again, this time it threaded its way down her body starting at her left shoulder, between her breasts and around her belly button lifting off at her right hip. It was real, such a light touch if she hadn’t been anticipating, waiting, hoping for it to be real she might have missed it.
She shivered, wondered where it would touch next, what is it? She strained her ears trying to hear movement knowing it was no use, he would only make a sound when he wanted his presence known.
Her master liked to watch her, enjoyed seeing her excitement tremble through her body, watching her bite her bottom lip as she tried so hard to anticipate his next move. It turned him on to know that he had this power, the ability to make her quiver with excitement, anticipation, longing and he knew just how much it turned her on to give him this power over her, to give him her body, to give him her.
Feathers, it was feathers that he was using to stroke her body. She knew this as his administrations had become more frequent, more intense, he kept stroking, touching, here, there, where next? Now it was constant, all over her, the feelings intensified with no respite between touches then it was gone.
She stood there panting, shaking and wanting. He took her hands and led her forward, turned her round and lay her carefully back on to their bed, he fastened her wrists above her to the headboard then spread her legs to a comfortable distance securing them by her ankles to the footboard of the bed, he did not remove the blindfold and did not touch her further. She felt exposed, unable to move, unable to see, laid bare and open for the world to see her most private areas. She knew that there was nobody in the room to see her so vulnerable, only her master and her, he would not invite people in to see her here like this…would he?
She felt the bed dip as he got up next to her, felt his hands trace feather light patterns on her skin, sending shivers through her and making her inner core melt in anticipation of the teasing that was to come.
His fingers fluttered up her sides making her squirm as they tickled, she yelped with pleasure as he pinched her nipples, the short sharp pain a delicious contrast to the tickling of before. She giggled as he mercilessly tickled her and writhed in pleasure as he masterfully bought her to orgasm with just his fingers.
Story Four
She was walking along the road, feeling tired, she had walked a long way and still had a way to go. A car pulled up alongside her, the man driving wound down the window and asked
“Would you like a lift somewhere?”
“ Yes that would be nice thank you.”
She got in and he pulled away, they drove for a little while making small talk when…
“You will have to contribute to the petrol costs.”
“But I…I have no money or anything of value. If you pull over I will get out now” she responded
“Hmm”
His response made her a little worried and she shifted in her seat, he locked the doors and they drove along in silence. He took a turning in to a wooded area, she thought it looked very secluded, too secluded. She wondered what he was going to do, was this her time? Was she going to die here and now? Her heart hammered in her chest, her palms were moist with sweat. He stopped the car and switched off the engine, he got out without saying a word, walked round the front of the car and pulled open her door.
“Get out.”
“whe…where are we?”
He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the car, he dragged her around to the front of the vehicle, turned her round and pushed her face down on to the bonnet. She struggled and fought against him, he was too strong, much stronger than
She felt something lightly trail across her back, it made her jump, she wasn’t sure that she had really felt anything at all, wasn’t sure if she had fallen too deeply into her imaginings. She felt it again, this time it threaded its way down her body starting at her left shoulder, between her breasts and around her belly button lifting off at her right hip. It was real, such a light touch if she hadn’t been anticipating, waiting, hoping for it to be real she might have missed it.
She shivered, wondered where it would touch next, what is it? She strained her ears trying to hear movement knowing it was no use, he would only make a sound when he wanted his presence known.
Her master liked to watch her, enjoyed seeing her excitement tremble through her body, watching her bite her bottom lip as she tried so hard to anticipate his next move. It turned him on to know that he had this power, the ability to make her quiver with excitement, anticipation, longing and he knew just how much it turned her on to give him this power over her, to give him her body, to give him her.
Feathers, it was feathers that he was using to stroke her body. She knew this as his administrations had become more frequent, more intense, he kept stroking, touching, here, there, where next? Now it was constant, all over her, the feelings intensified with no respite between touches then it was gone.
She stood there panting, shaking and wanting. He took her hands and led her forward, turned her round and lay her carefully back on to their bed, he fastened her wrists above her to the headboard then spread her legs to a comfortable distance securing them by her ankles to the footboard of the bed, he did not remove the blindfold and did not touch her further. She felt exposed, unable to move, unable to see, laid bare and open for the world to see her most private areas. She knew that there was nobody in the room to see her so vulnerable, only her master and her, he would not invite people in to see her here like this…would he?
She felt the bed dip as he got up next to her, felt his hands trace feather light patterns on her skin, sending shivers through her and making her inner core melt in anticipation of the teasing that was to come.
His fingers fluttered up her sides making her squirm as they tickled, she yelped with pleasure as he pinched her nipples, the short sharp pain a delicious contrast to the tickling of before. She giggled as he mercilessly tickled her and writhed in pleasure as he masterfully bought her to orgasm with just his fingers.
Story Four
She was walking along the road, feeling tired, she had walked a long way and still had a way to go. A car pulled up alongside her, the man driving wound down the window and asked
“Would you like a lift somewhere?”
“ Yes that would be nice thank you.”
She got in and he pulled away, they drove for a little while making small talk when…
“You will have to contribute to the petrol costs.”
“But I…I have no money or anything of value. If you pull over I will get out now” she responded
“Hmm”
His response made her a little worried and she shifted in her seat, he locked the doors and they drove along in silence. He took a turning in to a wooded area, she thought it looked very secluded, too secluded. She wondered what he was going to do, was this her time? Was she going to die here and now? Her heart hammered in her chest, her palms were moist with sweat. He stopped the car and switched off the engine, he got out without saying a word, walked round the front of the car and pulled open her door.
“Get out.”
“whe…where are we?”
He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the car, he dragged her around to the front of the vehicle, turned her round and pushed her face down on to the bonnet. She struggled and fought against him, he was too strong, much stronger than
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