CollaredLisa
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This is something I wrote quite a while ago... just thought that since there now is a creative writing section here, I could post it... hope you like it.
When she opened her eyes, darkness surrounded her. After a few moments of confusion she tried to move her hands to find her way out of wherever she was. To her surprise and also shock she was unable to move her arms from behind her back. It felt like some sort of metal was holding her wrists together.
Also, she noticed that, contrary to her habits at home, she wasn't wearing any clothes. Panicking a bit she now attempted to carefully get to her feet from the kneeling position she was in. But after just a couple of moves, a deep and alluring, yet harsh voice stopped her. „Don't move. Stay exactly where you are.“ Intimidated, she stopped her attempts and went completely still, not knowing why. „Good...,“ the man's voice sounded again, this time less harsh.
„Now what should I do with you?” She heard footsteps approaching her, then a hand raised her chin. She instinctively leaned into the soothing touch when his thumb caressed her cheek. “This really suits you... beautiful.” Before she could open her mouth to ask her thousand questions, he leaned in and softly kissed her. One of his hands found its way into her hair and softly pulled her head back to get more access. When his mouth opened she went with it by instinct, enjoying the tenderness mixed with the slight pull on her hair. After what seemed like an eternity, he moved away again. “Hmmm... as much as I enjoy seeing you like this I think it's time for a change of position...” he mused while she could hear him moving behind her.
“I'm going to free your hands, but no running or funny business, you understand?” Confused and a bit scared, she turned her head to the direction of his voice. “Er... alright...” she whispered. The next thing she heard were two low clicking noises before the still a little bit cold sensation of the metal went away. Remembering his words she didn't move much but just waited for the things that might happen. She was carefully pulled to her feet before his voice sounded again: “Lie down on your back where you are standing now.” For a moment, she hesitated, but she couldn't resist the pull of his voice for long. Carefully feeling her way down, she managed. When she was on the floor, she heard him searching through something. “Lift your arms above your head and keep them there.” Slowly, she did as he had told her to. When he took one of her wrists into his hand and started to put something around it, she shied away though. “No...” she whispered, her voice giving away her fear.
“It's okay. Don't be scared, I am not going to hurt you.”
“Do.... do you promise?” she asked carefully.
He chuckled. “Yes, I promise.” She nodded softly and immediately he resumed his work on her wrist. She felt something soft close around it, then it was pulled up and a bit to the side. When she tried to move back, she found that she couldn't. Before she could process the though of being unable to move, he repeated the same thing on her other wrist before he got up and seemed to move to where her legs were. “Spread your legs.” She didn't move, just tensed up. “What? But...” “I said I am not going to hurt you. Now spread your legs.” His voice a bit harsh now, though it softened when she flinched at the sound. Reluctantly, she moved her legs apart a little, just enough so they weren't touching, shivering as she did so. “I suppose I have to help you a bit.” After another chuckle from him she felt him close something around one of her ankles, doing the same thing he had done to her wrists – and just like then he also repeated the process on her second ankle. When he was done, her legs were spread a lot farther than she wanted them to be. Struggling a bit against the restraints, she found that he wasn't kidding around. Her legs and arms were in place and she couldn't move them much.
“What... what do you want?” she asked, her voice nothing more than a scared whisper. She felt his hand start stroking down her body, surprisingly avoiding any more intimate places. The touch was soothing and gentle and after a while, it calmed her down a bit. When she relaxed, he started speaking again. “I want a lot of things, little one...” “What are you going to do?” “I think I'm going to touch you everywhere. I'll find every single one of your sensitive spots and drive you crazy with them until you are begging me for more. And when you are utterly desperate, I am going to show you pleasure like you have never known it before.” She couldn't help but shiver at his words. Even though she was scared, what he was describing sounded intoxicating – enough to make her want him to do all that and more.
After his 'promise', she felt his touches get more intimate, soon his fingers were playing with one of her nipples, making her shudder and breathe a little heavier. After a while, he softly pinched her, it didn't really hurt her, but the way his fingers softly squeezed made her arch up into his hand. He chuckled, then she felt him lean in and whisper in her ear: “Let's see what you'll think of this then...” Without any warning, he pinched a lot harder, enough for it to hurt her more than just a bit. At first she was shocked, but before she could contemplate anything, she began to feel warm all over, her excitement increasing fast – faster than she was used to. He laughed at her gasp. “I suppose that is sufficient as an answer.” He pinched her again, this time making her feel all dreamy and light. All too soon, the amazing feeling was over – but she didn't stay disappointed for long. Within moments, his hand continued its journey down, softly teasing her inner thighs. “Do you want me to go on?” he asked her, his hand tantalizingly close to her most private place. “Or would you like me to stop?” his hand moved away a little and she whimpered softly. “What is it going to be?”
Trembling, Ruby remained silent for what seemed like and eternity – probably for both of them. Then, finally, she nodded, the pull of the unknown too strong to resist. „Good,“ he said, his hand still trailing over her body. Just when she thought he was going to touch her for real, he pulled away. Before she could say something though, a hand on her mouth stopped her. „Not yet, little one, there is more I want to show you.“ Without another word, she heard him move beside her, his hand leaving her body. The moment she was left alone, Ruby started to think. She felt incredibly vulnerable and exposed lying with her legs spread and her arms above her head, unable to move more than a couple of inches. It was kind of scary to be helpless like that, but still she wouldn't want to stop. In fact, there were a lot of unspeakable – to her – things going through her head she longed to ask him to do. Little fantasies about being even more helpless... about him teasing her like he had promised, but also about feeling more of the strangely alluring pain she had loved so much just minutes ago. And yet, the thought of him 'hurting' her unsettled her a little. How far would he go? Was he assuming every kind of pain would feel great to her? And, most important, why had it felt so amazing anyway, what was so great about being hurt?
Before she could give her doubts any more thought, she heard him crouch down next to her again. He gently brushed a few strands of hair out of her face and gave her a kiss. Then, all of a sudden, she felt a sticky sensation on and around her mouth. Quickly realising it must be some kind of tape she tried to protest, but all that really worked were some weird sounds. He stroked her cheek softly, then leaned down to talk to her: “It's alright. If you get too scared and you need to stop this, just hit the ground three times with your hand, you understand?” She nodded, relieved she had an easy way to communicate... the little sounds she was making could hardly be called words, she thought, besides it sounded pretty ridiculous. Although she was pretty sure he would never laugh at something like that, she just didn't feel comfortable with it.
While she was still worrying about her inability to speak, another few steps could be heard, before some things apparently got put on the floor. A light, tickling touch of something in her face made her snap out of her thoughts. All too soon she was sure it was some kind of feather. She felt it move down, briefly through one armpit and then on to her breasts. When he started to first slowly, then a little faster, trail it around her nipples, she tried to shrink back into the carpet... With each invisible circle he drew it got more intense and exciting and yet more unbearable. Soon, she didn't know anymore if she was arching up towards his hand and the feather in it or if she was trying to get away. Maybe a bit of both? Finally, he stopped.
For a few seconds – or minutes? - she didn't feel anything except for her growing desperation. Then, his fingers replaced the feather in its movements before teasing their way down her body to her most private place. Softly and gently, with a touch that reminded her a lot of the discarded feather in its lightness, he began to tease her. Every time she moved up into the touch in the hopes to get him to cease his teasing, he stopped altogether, chuckling when she let out a whimper or sigh. After half an eternity – which was probably mere five minutes – she heard his voice again. “Do you want to stop?” When she shook her head without even a second of delay, he laughed. “I'll stop then....” he teased her, kissing her softly when she whimpered. “Just kidding... I told you I had a lot more to show you.” After those words she heard him searching through something that apparently was next to him. Breathless, she waited for what he had planned, the anticipation being almost too much to bear. Then, all of a sudden, she felt a sting on one of her inner thighs. It wasn't too much, but enough to hurt – and still it felt amazing to her. He repeated what he was doing – probably hitting her with something? - several times, increasing in intensity after a little bit. She couldn't help but pull on what was restraining her, wishing she could ask – hell, beg him to finally touch her. But he didn't. Enjoying every second of what he was doing and still longing for some sort of touch she was both relieved and disappointed when the stinging sensations finally stopped.
Just a moment after he surprised her by touching her leg and moving his hand up, at last touching her where she wanted it most.. His fingers were still teasing her, but not as much as before. Sooner than she had thought she found that she couldn't stay still or silent any longer. Arching up towards his hand she was torn between just giving in to his touch or waiting for some sort of signal that she could... She didn't have to wait too long. Just when she thought she was going to go insane, she heard his voice again: “Just let go...” Not bothering much if he had really meant it the way she thought he did she finally gave into her feelings, suddenly not quite realising what was going on around her anymore, just focused on the sensations that were nearly too much for her. When, at last, she relaxed the first thing she realised was him removing the tape over her mouth and freeing her arms and legs. He took away the scarf that was covering her eyes – the light in the room blinded her for a moment, when she did see something, he had already pulled her into a hug. Cuddling against him she smiled. It had been all she had thought it would and.... more.
< Message edited by CollaredLisa -- 10/7/2009 11:28:24 AM >
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