Lying there, asleep, you are dreaming gingerly of all the beautiful places you have and have always wanted to visit. The rolling hills, the cobblestone paths, the fields of seemingly endless flowers that cover the valleys in distant lands. You remember the crisp air that passed over your virtually see through blouse causing your nipples to harden, almost tearing through your loosely woven top. You shudder slightly and raise your hands to cover and warm your breasts... but you can't. You look down and see your hands remaining at your side. Again you try to cover your still hardening nipples and your hands continue to remain still.
As you look down, you notice your fingers move at your command but your hands will not move
You struggle and flex your biceps, twisting and turning almost as if you begin to experience a bit of claustrophobia. You try and make your fingers stretch as if that would help them reach their destination. Your fingers move, but your hands, they continue to remain motionless by your side. You struggle and fight, your eyes widen and your mouth begins to shiver as your anxiety builds and builds. You look around and notice that the flowers in the valley are beginning to spin and the air that once crossed your nipples has turned from crisp and cool to warm and a bit wet. Not understanding what was going on, you begin to toss your head from side to side, your hair flipping everywhere...
"HEY!"
Who was that? Where did that voice come from? Realizing you were experiencing a dream and snapped out of it suddenly, you take a deep breath and begin to open your eyes. Surely you will feel relieved when you can open your eyes and escape this wonderful dream turned dark.
WHAT?
You have opened them and yet you still see total darkness. Where is that faint light that has befriended you through the years that sneaks in between the window shades? Where is that all too familiar red glow that lets you know when your alarm clock goes off, you will be on time to work? Surely there must be something covering your eyes...
As you reach to rub your eyes as you have hundreds of times before, you again feel the dull snag that makes you unable to reach your destination. What the hell is going on? Are you still dreaming? Did the fields of flowers really just turn to black?
Only this time you feel pressure on your thighs too... Every time you try to reach up, your thighs squeeze a bit. You can also hear the faint sound of metal on metal. It almost sounds like the clanking of a chain. Every time you tug your hand, you hear the metal noise and feel the pressure on your upper thigh. You are unsure of what is holding your wrists as you have never felt this kind of pressure on your thighs and have no clue as to why there is a clinking sound when you pull.
Then it all breaks down. Again you feel the air that passed over your nipples in your dream only this time, the tiny hairs on your body raise when the now warm air passes over your breasts. You are beginning to know that this is now for real. All of a sudden your other senses click in. You take in a musky smell... not familiar to your room, your bed. You can hear the ruffling of your sheets even as you lie still and motionless. What is it that has brought this odor to your room, that moves even as you lie still. Your tongue can taste the sweat coming off your lip as your exertions have lead you to begin to perspire.
"Shhhhhh... it's your birthday. " Then it all becomes clear. You are being held victim in your own bed. Who is this man with the musky smell. He sounds gentle and caring but how did he get in. You begin to think of everyone you have ever known who might have been given access to your home, to your key that stands between you and the outside world. You can think of no one who would do this to you and can remember this smell from no man you have ever known. Frightened now, your mouth tenses and your neck flexes as you begin to call out. Your diaphragm extends as you draw air and just as you begin to squeal...
"NO MAAM!" As his hand clasps your quivering mouth. You shiver as you feel the palm of his warm hand next to your ear on one side of your head and the end of his fingers touching your ear lobe on the other side of your now sweat filled face. What big hands. It is then that you realize that this large man obviously wants you where you are and tends to get what he wishes, as he wishes, when he wishes. Even though this has often been a fantasy that has snuck into your idle mind, it doesn't seem as intriguing now that this strange holds you at his mercy.
"Like I said, it is your birthday. " "If you start to fight, then I am going to think you want me to get a bit rougher. " "Your actions will let me know which way to go. " "If you are a good girl, then maybe later I will take off your blindfold and let you watch. "
Ahhhh, it begins to make sense. That is the darkness which covers your eyes. It must be a mask of some sort, maybe the kind you use when you want to sleep but it is too bright outside. Your deepest fears begin to subside as you become accustomed to the fact that you are about to be taken and you have no control over it what so ever. Your breaths begin to get deeper and your mind is focusing more on your surroundings. Where is he? Why hasn't he done anything? What is he going to do?
Slowly you feel his heat on your nipple again. Then, a wetness covers the length of your nipple. Almost unwillingly, you arch your back so that you can feed this stranger your nipple. Gently you feel his teeth ease down on the base of your extended nipple and his tongue swirling around the top. A gentle moan unexpectedly exits your throat as he draws up your nipple and nibbles on the top.
You begin to reach for his head so you can entwine your fingers in his hair and pull him down again on your breasts and instantly you are reminded of your restraints. You have no control of even your hands. You can't move them more than a couple of inches. He has total control of your body, your senses, your sex!
When your mind turns again from your hands you realize that he has encompassed your free breast with his hand. In his warm mouth he continues to tease your right nipple while his thumb and forefinger gently tease the left. God he feels so good and it is as if you had told him exactly what you liked, what you long for, what you need to get off. With that, you begin to feel the warm air exiting his mouth, leave your nipple as well as his hand. You feel his tongue begin to trace a line up your breast, towards your neck and as you struggle to control your shivering nakedness, you feel his moist air again on your earlobe. Again you sigh as the stranger touches every point on your body that you have dreamt of in an intimate encounter.
Trying to focus on both his tongue and hand at the same time you feel his fingers running down your stomach edging closer to your now aching pussy. His hand slows as he passes over the hair leading to your engorged clit. Throbbing and pulsating now, it is as if your skin will split under the pressure of the blood that has rushed to your soaking wet clit and puss.
As his finger gently rubs over your clit you moan again, only this time your moan is met with a deeper moan that fills your ear. His moan is accompanied by a gentle tug on your ear lobe and a bit more heated ear into your ear canal. Instinctively, you raise your hips to meet his touch. Your hips roll forward as if to invite his fingers to explore every inch of your wet mound. Then, as his fingers part your pussy, and his middle finger begins to enter, you open your hands as if to help and again are reminded of your confines. Only this time he gasps...
Focusing now, you realize that in your hand, you now hold his swollen manhood. Hard and swollen, he fills your hand so that your fingertips barely touch. You squeeze gently and a smile crosses your face. Sensing a loss of control, your stranger pulls his hand away as well as his teeth that were focused on your neck and ear. With one swift move, you are flipped onto your stomach and face first into your pillow. You struggle to raise your head so that you may breath. As you turn your head to the side you again smell his musky odor. This time it is met with the smell of sex. Your sex. Totally surrendering, you don't even struggle as you feel the restraints being placed around your ankles. Your feel the tightening around your ankles. It seems as though it is leather but you are not sure. You can hear the clasp as it snaps into place. With a bit of force, he removes the clasp connecting your hands to your thighs and moves your hand down to your ankle. "Click"
With that, your arms are connected to your ankles. "Why did he do that?" "What could he possibly do like this?" Then you begin to realize his plan as you feel his hands, one on each side of your hips. He would raise your hips off the bed but you beat him to the punch and elevate your ass into the air almost begging him to fuck your tight pink hole. Never before has your pussy been so wet, your nipples so hard.
Resting on your forehead, you prepare yourself for your first anal encounter. You pray that he will be gentle, but down deep you could care less. You just want this beast to fuck you for all he is worth. You gently begin to sway your ass in the air, inviting him in, daring him to take you at his will. Nothing.
Silence.
Where did he go?
You relax a bit and as your hips lower, your inner thighs rub against the scruff of his cheeks. You lower a bit more, a bit more, and even more until you feel his tongue gliding along the lips of your pussy. Gently you begin to rock back and forth on his tongue. As your body begins to heat up again, you begin to lower yourself more and rock even faster... faster... gliding your pussy lips over his tongue and your clit against his nose...
