My eyes close before you slip the black cloth around my ears and under my hair, almost a reflex to prepare myself for the deprivation of sight; this erotic altered state of consciousness you’re guiding me to – you leave me on my knees as you tie the cloth securely behind my head, bending down to ratchet the steel bracelets around my wrist, binding my arms together – I am helpless Lisa, powerless - as you want me, as I need you to make me; taking away my will, my control, my choice. Yet I enter into this fully aware of what I am doing, my choice is in my surrender, my willingness to part with the privileges of freedom in exchange for the pleasures you will give me.

This conscious choice I have made to shatter any illusion of control, giving you complete power over my body, my mind, my life – there is fear, there is panic, there is the pulse of my blood rushing from my heart to every inch of my skin – summoned together for one purpose – my cunt is hot, wet, slippery. I’m unable to control my arousal, my desire for this betrays every protective instinct I thought I had, and though this is my choice, I must confront the real truth; that I have no choice, that I am bound to you, that I am yours, I am his, I am whatever you want me to be.

I feel your body against my back as you move behind me. You spread your legs enough to wrap my kneeling body with your thighs. You whisper in my ear, telling me what to do. My fingers reach for you, my arms hurt but you make me stretch, reach, beg and plead to find you… to find your pussy.

You tease yourself against my chained hands as I blindly try to find you only to have you push your wet cunt against my fingers moments later. I bend my finger and try to slide it inside you as your hot breath and wet lips slide over my shoulder. Your hands reach between my legs and I part for you – a single finger traces my slit through the wet cotton – oh god Lisa, I’m so wet, I need you so badly – I don’t dare ask you to let me come, I already know what the answer will be, but I beg you just the same – your touch is exquisite torture, my clit throbs with the steady pulse of my body as your hands explore my flesh; careful, methodical, deliberate touching and teasing until I cry out and beg you not to stop.

Your nails rake against my back as you slip the straps of my bra down off my shoulders, freeing my breasts. My heart flutters and waves of panic rush over me – I’ve left my rings in. I meant to take them out, but something stopped me from doing it, or maybe I wanted to leave them in – these large hooks in my nipples for you to pull and tug and play with. I feel your fingers move between my breasts, touching me in ways that are so familiar, so gentle, so comforting. The first touches are soft as you slowly tweak my nipples harder, stiffer against the tips of your fingers; though such pleasures are not without a price, and you remind me of this as you begin to turn my flesh with the silver rings until I cry out and beg you to stop – my cries go unanswered as you slide your hand between my legs and begin to rub my clit, softening me, easing me back before you inflict your delightful torture on me again. I feel your fingers slide across my abdomen and lightly brush against my swollen nipples, taking a ring in a single finger of each hand… as you use them to lift me off my knees.

The pain shatters my consciousness as I try to keep my balance. The sensation of pins and needles rushes through my legs as I fight to stand up and not stumble to the floor with your fingers hooked into my breasts. I cry out and scream but you don’t let me fall – your arms wrap around my body and steady me just seconds before I collapse. You hold me still, your fingers combing through my hair, whispering to me, keeping me safe.

You turn me around towards you but I cannot see you. I feel you move closer to my face – your lips brush against mine as your tongue slips inside my mouth with a kiss. My arms are sore, my legs hurt, my cunt is wet, my nipples are on fire, yet everything is at peace and ease with the gentle touch of your soft kisses.

Again your fingers begin to explore me, reaching under my uniform skirt, slipping under the waistband, into my soaking panties, plunging deep into my cunt. You force two, then three fingers inside me as I stand here before you. I want to drop to the floor and spread my legs for you Lisa. I want to feel your tongue in my cunt, your fingers inside me, but I can’t. I can’t move, I’m forced to stand here and endure this as you fuck me with your hand, pulling your fingers out one by one and bringing them up to my mouth to lick them clean, tasting my own cunt on your skin as you slide each of them over my tongue before you return them to my pussy.

I moan and cry and pant for you – such pleasures you give me Lisa, such beautiful feelings of ecstasy. Your hands mold me and turn me as if I were raw clay, your sculpture. Hands on me everywhere…your hands in me… and then… another’s.

His.