Bound to happen

I wake – my knees are pushed uncomfortably against the rough sheets and my shoulders ache from being in the same position for so long. My heavy head dropped between my shoulder blades I stare at the bedclothes catching glimpses of movement, clothing, flesh in my peripheral vision but far too exhausted to move and see more. I can see the binding on my left wrist holding my arm in front of me, my right arm is still free but has proven remarkably ineffectual at doing anything other than flailing – strength dropping from this too at some point earlier. Drool is pooled under my chin and a large ballgag fills my mouth, my jaw aching.

My ankles are tied to my thighs, forcing all of my weight on to the tops of my knees; cutting off the circulation to my feet and making it almost impossible to move. It also had the extremely humiliating effect of forcing my arse up and opening my cheeks – presenting me like a bitch in heat.

I flush hot as I remember being tied and the feelings it gave me. Pleasure warming my body right through. Completely trusting of you yet full of trepidation for what might be ahead. A safe word runs around my head and I know you would call a halt if I were to utter it but I want to see how long I can go; how much I can take to show you I am truly yours. I knelt, tied, presented, warm and cosy – safe under your loving gaze…….until you left.
You LEFT ME!
I heard you go, but I couldn’t twist far enough around to see you leave. I know you left the door open as I could feel the draught. I tried to remain calm, but my body was telling me otherwise and my heart rate quickly rose. I know I shouldn’t have, but I pulled against my bonds, serving only to squirm about and realise just how securely I’d been tied.
Uncomfortable, I called for You – moaning softly through the gag, knowing I would be punished for doing so, but feeling desperate. I squirmed again, my heart rate high now. Adrenaline starting to pump through me I feel a new excitement starting. Fear, adrenaline and lust combining in one place, and I flush red again as I feel my displayed cunt heat from inside. The realisation that I am exciting myself starts the inevitable feedback loop and I’m almost instantly craving for fulfilment. Squirming, looking for something to rub my hot core against anything.
The noise startles me!
I freeze, holding my breath. You left the door open! You bastard! It could be anyone!
I twist my head, desperately trying to see what caused the noise, but I can’t see anything. My breath leaves my lungs in a relieved sigh as I relax.
SLAP!
The hand on my exposed ass reveals that there is indeed someone there and I scream, loudly. The hand doesn’t leave my ass though, and just strokes across it slowly, making me twist and squirm to try and see who it is. Hoping against hope that it is You, but having no way to see.
SLAP!
I gasp and squeal again as the hand is abruptly pulled away and slapped again against my tender flesh. Once again it lingers, this time moving roughly between my legs, making me flush scarlet knowing my heat and wetness reveal my true state.
My squeals turn to moans as a finger is rubbed against my clit and another is pushed inside. I pull away, but the finger follows, pushing roughly into me and quickly joined by another. I bite at my gag, squealing and moaning – confused, scared and incredibly aroused. My own juices coat the invading fingers and I push back against them without thinking. A deep laugh reaches my ears and I blush in shame.
SLAP!
I flush again, the sharp pain only increasing the sensations from my stuffed cunt. Something rubs against my engorged clit and I moan and tremble, my breath coming in short gasps as my body begins to tense up.
SLAP!
My mind goes blank as all of my senses coalesce at my core, condensing into a single, tiny tight ball and then exploding outwards as I orgasm………….