It is storming outside. I hear the rain hitting my windows and the gentle rumble of the thunder. I don't know what woke me up; it must have been the storm. I am turning over onto my stomach when the lightning flashes and I see a shadow of what looks like a person. I sit up and stare into the shadows but there is nothing there. Figuring it is just my imagination I lay back down and close my eyes. I roll onto my stomach and fall asleep.
I wake up to a tickling sensation on the inside of the thighs. I jerk in response and realize that my hands are tied together above my head; they are attached to a cord tied to one of the four posters of my bed. I hear your little rumble of laughter and my heart starts racing.
I feel something cold press into my back and you say "Don't do anything stupid and make me use this. Listen to everything I say and you won't get hurt. Understand?" As I nod my head you say: "Good, now I want you to roll over." I am starting to shake but I roll over. With my arms raised above my head it pushes my breasts out, I hear you groan. I can't see you, your face is in the shadows but I see a feather in your hand.
The feather rises up and the tip touches my arm. You work the tip down my arm, over my collarbone and over my nipple. As my nipple hardens you do the same to the other one. With your other hand you make me spread my legs as you run the feather down my body. You run it up the inside if my leg to my thigh and switch to the other side and to the same thing.
I can smell your cologne and it is so familiar to me but as the feather passes over my freshly shaved pussy, my breath catches and all thoughts leave my mind.