Janet lay on her back, bound to the chair. The ringing in her ears from sound deprivation grew louder. Her neck hurt from trying desperately to catch even the slightest sound from any direction.
Total darkness from the thick, black blindfold made it even more frightening.
Her jaw ached from something that was in her mouth. She couldn't keep the drool from leaking out of her mouth and dripping off her chin. She could feel it had covered her neck.
She could tell she was completely naked. Unable to pull her feet from what ever held them bound. Her arms held down at her sides.
A slight breeze of cool air occasionally licked across her sweat covered body. Her naked back and legs sticking to what felt like sticky, faux leather.
It seemed a faint smell of honeysuckle accompanied the cool. The smell was so faint she really couldn't tell if it was a floral scent or maybe a perfume of some kind.
She wondered where she was, and how long she had been there.
The need to release the pressure in her bladder faded but returned every few minutes, growing more intense each time.
Again, her mind played through her last memories, trying to piece it all together.
She remembered having dinner with David. They had grown close over the past month. He always insisted on only the finest restaurants.
Their long love making sessions always left her physically and mentally satisfied. David was so different from the other men she had dated. Always intent on pushing her limits.
She remembered them taking Uber to his place after dinner and drinks.
Janet played through their last conversation, when they had laid snuggling in the afterglow of a several intense, mutual orgasms.
Between gentle kisses on her shoulder, he spoke, in almost a whisper as he twirled a lock of her hair with his finger.
"Tell me love, tell me what dark sexual thoughts run through your mind." He kissed her neck. "Tell me what you would never tell anyone else. Tell me love, what secrets do you hold hidden from the world?" His fingers moved to her face. Gently he pulled her closer and kissed her lips. He pulled back, smiled and waited.
She grinned at him as playful thoughts of teasing him came to life.
David, gently biting her ear lobe, whispered again. "Tell me Janet , what is it that always gets you off when your alone? When you're fingers are playing circles over your clit like only you can do. Tell me, tell me of the dark places you go in your mind."
Janet loved it when David talked dirty to her. The way he teased her with words.
She closed her eyes and whispered back.
"Teasing, teasing all five senses."
"Sight, watching things being done to me, having someone else watching things being done to me."
Her thoughts began to reel,
"And smell, the smell of fresh flowers mixed with the scent of sex." She took a deep breath, as if she were drifting into her secret garden. That place she so enjoyed going when she lay alone in bed with her hand between her legs.
Janet stretched her arms above her head, leaving her breasts on display for David's viewing pleasure. She wanted to take him away to some distant place with words. After all, it's what he had asked for.
"Sound! She softly said. The sounds of passionate fucking. Or sometimes even the sounds of my own voice, my own voice begging my captors to stop what they are doing to me. Maybe I'm begging them to stop the teasing and just fuck me."
Janet giggled, "This is all just fantasy! Right?"
David only whispered again. "Please love, tell me more." Still twirling his finger in her hair. "Your darkest fantasies, share them with me."
Janet giggled again. She turned to face her lover. Looking at him, she smiled, then relaxed and let her eyes close again.
"Taste!" She said, "The taste of your pre cum when I lick it off my lips, or the taste of my own wetness on your cock, and strawberries!"
"Touch!" she was beginning to feel a warm feeling between her legs.
"The feeling of being touched all over and not being able to stop it. Fingers raking the insides of my thighs, pulling me open, slipping into me." She paused for a second, "Yes, touch, sometimes so soft it tickles and other times, rough and forceful."
She continued, almost as if she were reading from a book.
"My mind, mental games, teasing, resisting. The anticipation of getting used, or being on display."
She paused a second.
"No, the frantic feeling of being on display, the embarrassing feeling of being publicly humiliated."
She started laughing. Turning to David, "Okay, your turn!" She giggled, waiting for his reply. He only smiled at her.
He began kissing his way down her naked body. Stopping to draw each nipple between his lips, gently biting each one, only hard enough to make her hold her breath. He pushed her legs apart. He made love to her with his mouth and tongue before dragging her to the edge of the bed and fucking her again.
They woke up the next morning, showered and headed off to there jobs.
She remembered getting into her car after work, but it all stopped there. No other memories, nothing, until she found herself struggling against the restraints that now held her.
She wondered how long until she would be aloud to go pee.
The slightest squeak broke the silence. Was it a door?
"Hello? Is someone there?" Her words seemed to echo off walls. Her heart beat faster.
She heard what sounded like someone breathing. Her heart stopped when words broke the silence, "Hello Janet!"
She didn't recognize the deep, raspy male voice.
