With a low moan, her mind slowly cleared. All was black and she couldn't move. She felt the blindfold on her eyes, the gag on her mouth. She moaned again. She tried to get up, but now realized her hands were handcuffed behind her back and she was somehow tied to a chair. She remembered vaguely saying that she had had enough to drink and was feeling very sleepy.
She leaned back, and wondered if this time their little game was going to outdo all the other ones. She hoped it would. She smiled, licked her lips and closed her eyes, immersing herself totally into the thought of what was to come.
Then, as she leaned back, she heard a door open. She held her breath, listening, heart beating. Someone came in and shut the door behind them. She could now hear footsteps coming towards her. She waited. She could feel a bit of sweat trickle down from her temple.
He leaned down and whispered, “You’re mine now.” She felt his fingertips graze the tip of her ear running down to her jawline, to her throat. She tried to get away from his touch. He chuckled, and continued running his finger along her throat and placed his hand just above her left breast. He could feel the pounding of her heart now. It excited him.
His hand rested on her, until she finally stopped struggling and sat quietly. He bent down and whispered, “The less you struggle, the better off you will be.”
She willed herself to be still. She waited for his next move. He moved his hand lower, as his body moved in front of her knees. She felt him move her legs apart with one hand and his knee. She fought him again, but lost. He chuckled again, squeezed her breast through the material of her blouse, then opened the top buttons and slipped his hand inside her bra. She struggled again, but this time not as long. She was tiring faster now, which was his goal. His other hand came up, and he massaged both breasts until the nipples hardened. She whimpered, still trying to fight him. He chuckled again.
After some minutes, he could smell the heat coming from between her legs. He smiled to himself and stood up, giving her hardened nipples one last pinch. She leaned against the chair, breathing heavily, waiting. He again whispered in her ear, “Don't scream, I am going to take the gag off.” As it slipped off, she took a deep breath as if to scream, but he clamped his mouth on hers before she could utter a sound. He kissed her deeply, while holding her head in his big hands.
As he kissed her, her struggles became weaker until they stopped. She finally welcomed the kisses, and moaned softly. This was what he was waiting for.
Keeping his mouth on hers, he now slipped his arms under her legs and back and lifted her up. She tried to struggle against him again, but now most of her strength had been used up. She realized this was what he had wanted all along.
After about a dozen steps, he stopped and laid her on a bed, and rolled her onto her side. She felt him remove the cuff on her right hand. She tried to swing her hand up to strike him, but he was too fast. She felt his hand grip her wrist like a steel clamp.
While pressing her body down, he brought her hand up, stretching it above her head. Then she heard a click, and she was secured to a bedpost. Realizing this, she fought him now with the last of her strength, to no avail. He easily got her other hand and handcuffed it as well.
She said, “What are you going to do to me?” In response he got onto the bed, straddled her and started to undo the rest of her blouse. He spread the edges of it to reveal her push-up bra, her breasts round and voluptuous. He bent down and licked the lace edge of the bra, his mouth going up one side and down the other.
She said, “Please don't.” He kept on, going over to each nipple and working his tongue over the thin material.