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The Piano
The numbness crept over the silence as the days events flowed like a black hole eating the happy thoughts scared in the recesses of Nise’s mind. A stern tap echoed down the entry way. She knew it was Him coming by unannounced. Nise opened the door to greet Him and welcomed Him through the threshold.
She already knew that look in His eyes. She retreated to the kitchen to fix His drink of choice for such an occasion as this. After returning into the living room handing Him the crown and coke she noticed He had lifted the lid on the piano. He pulled the bench out sat down and began studying the sheet music already displayed on the stand. Nise stood off to the side in silence has he ruffled through the sheets. “Have you been practicing everyday as you should”, He said in a forceful voice. His eyes burning a whole straight through her body seeking the answer; she could feel the tiny spider like hairs rising up on the back of her neck sending a cold chill down her body. She began to shiver. He bellowed, “SLUT”. Her head bobbled as a jolt back to reality. He stood directly in front of her placing a single finger under her chin lifting her head boring deeper. “No Sir”, Nise whispered.
“Strip”, echoed from His deep voice and vibrated espirando as the sound dissipated into the walls. Nise quickly removed her dress letting it fall into a puddle. He began slowing walking in circles around her. The chill of His emanatory stare, Nise began to quiver once again. “Sit”, He said as be he pulled a black scarf from his suit coat pocket. “ALLEGRO, ALLEGRO, SLUT”, He said. She plopped hard on the piano bench in efforts to do as instructed. She could tell by looking at his clenched teeth He was not pleased.
Within seconds in quickly had the blindfold secured, without touching a strand of hair. Nise could smell Him and feel His breath brushing the top of her ear. “Posture SLUT and Open” he commanded. He ran a stern finger directly up her spin just like a fall on the keys she sat up straight breast erected at attention. His hand slide down her back across her thigh and slowly down to her ankle; He grabbed Nise’s ankle tying a tiny cord to each of her toes and the brass peddles of the piano. The tight bonded cords pushed her toes to a pointed position that sent a slight sting of pain when she attempted to straighten them. “Don’t Move”, he whispered.
He then began to tie various tiny cords from the ankles to the clips meticulous placed on her labia and clit and attaching them to each peddle. She could feel His warm hand glide up and down her legs and feel the efforts of His labor stretching her wide open. He paused for a moment. She could feel the warm of this breath on the nape of her neck. “Hands SLUT”, he whispered. Another shivered.
Silence again. He was studying is handing work. Nise could only hear is breath and heart beat. It seemed liked a long while maybe an hour past. Smack, she heard the lid of the high boy hit against the wall. She jumped. “ I said DON”T MOVE SLUT” He growled. He repeated the same process with each finger sucking and nibbling them first then tying each finger with a cord “but to where” Nise thought as she could feel the heat burning from her cunt.
He continued weaving His web; He wrapped the tiny cords tightly around her breasts, nipples, and looped them through the rings. Silence, the calm before the storm, she could smell the leather of His dress shoe. She could feel His towering presence hover above her. The heat resonating from His strong thighs He was standing on the piano bench. He stood there for what seemed like hours. The smell of leather, His scent, and the heat; she was on fire.
He stepped off the bench, gave each tiny cord a slight tug. She shivered, this was new and she was going to cum if he kept pulling on the cords. Sheet music rustled on the stand. “SLUT”, He stated in a bellowing vibration. “You have not been practicing as you should”, He said. “Let’s see how bad you have become. Mozart Sonata in A Minor Play it Now SLUT. Allegro maestoso, SLUT” He stated. He sat down next to her on the bench and removed the scarf.
Nise’s fingers began to teeter clumsily gliding across the keys her body shaking. With trembling hands she began to play the first score on the sheet music. With each note strike the tiny cords pulled and tough sending pain and reprieve as each key struck. The wave of horrid noise filling the room, she could not play Mary had a little lamb like this. He grabbed her hair and twisted around His wrist bending her neck where she was staring directly into is eyes. “SLUT, you will play until it is without error”, He stated.
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