How do you feel right now?
How would you like to feel?
Think about the last time you felt the need.
That feeling of butterflies, beginning in the deepest centre of your being. The one that rises through your stomach. Is it hunger? Is it excitement? Is it emptiness?
You don’t know, yet your chest begins to tighten, your breath shortens and quickens and your body begs to be explored, fulfilled, satisfied.
Relax your body, feel my hands brush your shoulders. Feel my fingers push gently through your hair.
Relax your mind.
There is no one here but you and I.
Remember to breathe as you feel my breath by your ear, my lips gently kiss and linger against the nape of your neck.
Allow the shudder to flow through you, welcome its electric talons as they reach places you forgot were there.
Your body is the only thing you truly own, all that you possess, and now the apprehension of giving even that up, handing the responsibility of its well being and security to someone else, putting your trust and faith so completely in another person is scaring you.
You have chose this, you are wanting to feel the pleasure that only comes with complete submission.
Allow yourself to be taken, show me who you really are without embarrassment, self-consciousness or doubt.
Lose yourself in me, in this experience.
Accept the pleasure I inflict upon you and know that you will be better for it.
Touch yourself in your most intimate place, to pleasure yourself is a wonderful gift. Take a few moments and picture this.
You are naked. You are laid on the bed. You are blindfolded.
Something touches your shin, it is gentle like silk and it slowly glides up your body towards your knee.
It does not tickle, it does not scrape. It is just there, a pleasant sensation, sikly almost. It travels along your thigh and belly before stopping at your breast.
Your nipple is next to feel the touch.
It circles around you, making your nipple hard and erect.
You are aware of this, and recall many times when you you have seen this for yourself, it become pronounced against your areola and you know that this will arouse me.
The brushing continues slowly across your breasts until it reaches your other nipple.
You can feel my presence, you know I’m here but cannot see and this adds to your sensitivity.
As the silky object moves to your face, around your nose, cheeks and forehead.
There is a touch to your chin and then your neck.
You feel the material been stretched against your throat and it tightens slightly. My strong hands either side of it.
The material is not small in size, it is not a handkerchief or piece of underwear, you wonder if it might be a scarf or headscarf?
As it tightens even though it is not enough to make you panic, your throat constricts a little and you swallow involuntarily, the material is tightened a little more.
There is a sharp pinch to your nipple and you flinch, as you do the material stretches and you try to force yourself to relax.
Your hands are bound, you are laying up on pillows. There is a gag in your mouth but you can breathe around it and through your nose.
My hands leave the material but it stays in place, not tight against you but tightly in place, adding to your confinement.
My hands find your shoulders and gently trace their shape. The ends of my fingers caressing your skin, moving down your arms to your elbows and then forearms and wrists.
They check your bindings and you feel me no more.
It could be 30 seconds that passes, it could be 5 minutes, aware of that you are breathing heavily and try to control it as you lay unable to do anything but wait.
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