Chapter 3: The Awakening
Lori stirs as she begins to awaken, she didn't want to wake up, for the dream she was dreaming was wonderful...she was laying in a huge bed, the feel of silk sheets upon her body...soft music playing.
But as she slowly awakens she finds herself blindfolded in the center of a bed once again, her ankles and wrists bound. She could see nothing, nor hear nothing. Her body ached, the muscles cramped where she wasn't use to being stretched. She could feel the cool flow of air across her bare skin. The sensuous sensations her body had experience flooding her memory. Lori knew fulfillment had pour from her body for the first time. Closing her eyes inside the blindfold she envision a powerful light, knowing that light was her positive energy...
Yet the moon is also full...and the darkness that comes with the moon she wants to be able to turn to it...glow in it's light as it fills her...she wants to become entranced with it as this man has brought out some of the darkness...she wants this man and darkness to consume her once again...with that thought! The door creaked open and she turned slightly trying to follow the sound. She hears him enter and leave and returns again. She knows he has placed something on the floor, perhaps several things but not sure what they are...She knew she should be feeling fear but she found the not knowing what will happen next was exciting her. She also knew he was there watching her. What was he doing standing there? Why didn't he come over to her? What was he planning now? All these questions running through her mind.
She heard the sound of a match being struck, then she could smell the sulfur as it burned and was extinguished. The smell was soon replaced with that of cinnamon; and she knew he had lit a candle. Still, no sound, nor touch.
Suddenly she heard movement as he approached the bed, and she felt the blindfold being slipped off her eyes. Her eyes starting to adjust to the soft light in the room, and standing next to the bed she looked into his eyes once again, but as she looked she wasn't feeling the hatred, anger she once did, she no longer wanted revenge but to let him into her soul and hide nothing from him.
Lori started to speak, to tell him how she is feeling, but he puts a finger on her lips, "No Lori." no words, in fact no sounds. No matter what I say, no matter what I do, you are to remain perfectly still and perfectly silent. Do you Understand? She silently nods her head.
She watches helplessly as he runs his palm up the length of her leg and marvels at how smooth her skin is. She breathes a sign of relief when he pulls his hand away. Her eyes follows every move he makes as he reaches down to the floor and pulls out a long black feather. Her fear mounts to a new level...Desperately she pulls on the restraints.
The moment is intense, As I hold the feather directly over Lori's body so she can get a good, long look at it. Her breathing quickens and I can hear her heart beating as the anticipation builds inside her. My movements are slow and deliberate, as I drag the feather down the length of her arm. A slight gasp leaves her lips. Only the tip of the feather makes contact, leaving goose flesh on her skin... I see her about to speak... "Silence" or I will have to gag you. I continue to drag the feather past your elbow down to her open underarm, tickling with quick agonizing strokes. She rolls her head from side to side, resisting the urge to giggle...I continue to tickle switching from one to the other, while watching her squirm.
Silence is in the room only broken by Lori's tortured breaths and the sounds as she struggles against her restraints. Her eyes has never stopped watching my movements as I let the feather travel down the sides of her upper body across her ribs. Now she started giggling uncontrollably and tried to twist away...I can see the agony of being unmercifully tickled is matched by her frustration knowing that each pull of the restraints reminds her of how truly helpless she is...I continue to drag the feather across the flat of her stomach... seems she is very ticklish here...and her stomach quivers as I dip the feather in and out of her shallow navel several times. Tortured laughter leaves her gasping for air...As she laughs she bends her head back, not knowing she is exposing the tender curves of her neck...so I seize the opportunity and draw the feather up to the underside of her chin...She cries out passionately...as her anguish now melts into pleasure...her protests continue to fill the room...but I know her growing arousal slowly betrays her.
