One: Part I

You have me tied up, face down.  Legs tied apart, ass raised by a pillow.  My arms are strapped together and my hands, gripping the bars of the headboard, have been taped together. I am blindfolded and gagged with a scarf.

So. Vulnerable.

I hear you walk into the room, my skin tingling, trying to sense where you are, tingling with anticipation.  Your hands lightly, slowly tickle up the back of my legs; the unexpected touch makes me start to writhe.   You trace one hand up my back and I jump as you whisper in my ear:

 “Well, look at you here, all bound and helpless for me. . .” 

Soft, sweet kisses on my neck. 

“I can do anything I want to you and you can’t do anything to stop me.”  Your hand traces a path over my exposed ass and I hear the grin in your voice.  “You just have to lie there and take it.”  

Nervous, resistant moans are muffled by cloth, as I strain my bonds trying so hard to pretend that I don’t want exactly that.

Your hands run up the insides of my legs then and, as you inch closer to my sex, I become acutely aware of how wet I’ve become, already the anticipation making my body respond embarrassingly against my will.  Your fingertips trace the inner crease of my leg before tickling the lips.  My muscles tighten as I feel the lips of my sex pulled apart for you to view those slick innermost petals.  One finger slides into my hole, deliberate, prodding -- then two, exploring each curve inside me.  Your fingers retreat but the relief-ache is short-lived, replaced by a reddening face when instead I feel your thumbs pry me open. 

You chuckle at my growing embarrassment as you move to spread the large globes of my ass, groping and squeezing, me squirming underneath.  You explore the area, far too gently for me to be able to stand it.  Your delicately probing fingers move to spread my wetness over that tight hole, rubbing in circles.  Suddenly your warm, moist tongue is licking long strokes from pussy to ass, covering the whole area. 

There is rustling, then silence as you move away behind me.  I can’t tell what you’re doing. 

I twitch as there is a cold slipperiness on that tight hole, rubbing. . . then invading, moving in and out of me.  Your finger leaves and I feel something else poking at me.  You slide it in and out only half an inch, teasing, before you push, what I now know as a small butt plug, in all the way.  A slap on each cheek makes me contract and my focus on that tight ring increases. 

Your tongue follows its previous path, this time up and over the plug, eventually settling to just lapping between my pussy lips.  Your tongue broadly licks over my clit, down to thrust into my hole, licking in circles.  You lick the space between my clit and my sex, pressing on my pubic bone, and back up, rhythmically pressing into the base of my clit.  I’m starting to moan into the gag as you press your tongue onto my clit, nudging it up and down.  My moans grow louder, more urgent.  Your lip pushes back the hood and I feel you sucking lightly, then stronger.  You lock my hips down, as your tongue flicks rapidly back and forth over my excruciatingly sensitive clit.  Hips struggling to rock against the hold you have on them.  My already muffled moans become strained as fiery pinpricks swell, spreading throughout my pelvis.  As my orgasm overtakes me, your tongue continues its rubbing, not stopping until the twitches subside and my body starts to relax.  Your mouth relaxes, holds, letting me fall into the softness.