Tell me. Tell me what to do. Tell me what you want. I’m useless without that, without your words, without your commands. I don’t know what to do. I’m lost and confused, desperately seeking answers; I struggle with this identity, I struggle with this desire – there are no words to explain this, no way to tell you what it is I seek, yet you somehow always know Lisa. You always know what to do.

I close my eyes. My tongue slides up and down along your wet slit. The juices from your soaking cunt fill my mouth, I taste you everywhere. Your clit is swollen and hard, growing harder as my tongue slowly circles the hard bead; I lift the hood with the tip of my tongue and flick across it before descending down again, slipping inside you. God you taste so good Lisa…

Your hands hold my head, fingers stroking my hair, guiding me to where you want my mouth to be. You pull me tighter, closer, grinding your pussy against my face, using my tongue as a cock as you make me fuck you. I search for you. My hands reach around you and start to slide up the back of your legs, reaching higher, trying to hold onto you.

You stop and pull away. I look up at you; I know I must look surprised, confused. Why did you stop Lisa? Why did you pull away from me?

You scold me. You tell me that you haven’t given me permission to touch you. You tell me you’re going to punish me for misbehaving.

Waves of hurt and humiliation crash over me. You’ve never spoke to me this way before. I don’t understand Lisa. I want to cry. I want to run away. I feel the blood rush to my cheeks as I burn with shame… I just wanted to touch you…

I watch you walk over to the bag and bend down to unzip it. You pull a shiny pair of police handcuffs out and hold them up so I can see them. I’m frightened Lisa. I watch you look at me, watching me tremble, delighting in the terror you’ve instilled in me as you hold them in your hand and walk back toward me. Are you really going to put those on me? Are you really going to make me wear those?

My eyes look away but it doesn’t matter, I’ve already seen too much. I fight the urge to get up and run away but I’m paralyzed with fear and emotion… it stops me and I stay down on my knees, looking at the floor, looking away, looking at anything but the handcuffs you’re holding in your hand.

You move behind me and slide your hands down over my blouse and start massaging my nipples through the fabric. You pinch them and make them hard, kneading my flesh until I start to moan. My mind becomes consumed with thoughts of rescue, where is Jeff?? I wonder. Is he still in the shower? Why hasn’t he come out yet? Where is he??

I hear your words and I obey you Lisa. You tell me to unbutton my blouse and take it off, but you tell me to leave my bra on. I do it. You help me slide the sleeves off my shoulders and you toss my shirt aside. I feel your fingers on my shoulders, gently massaging my muscles. Your smooth palms slide up and down along my back, down my spine and back up to my neck. Your nails lightly rake against my skin and I feel your fingers tighten around my neck just moments before you grab me with a tight clutch and push my head down. I cry out. You’re hurting me Lisa. It hurts, but you don’t stop. You tell me to put my hands behind my back and I feel the cold steel clasp my wrist and lock tightly around me. You pull my arms back and lock them together – leaving me on my knees, undressed, handcuffed.

Fear and panic take over. My heart is pounding in my chest as waves of emotions consume me. I start to cry. I can’t help it. I’m shaking. I’m so scared. I know you won’t hurt me but I don’t know if I like this Lisa. I’m so unsure. I’m so…scared…

I feel your arms warp around me again. Your hands start to massage my breasts, teasing my nipples, pinching me, pulling on my body. I’m so wet. I can feel the wet crotch of my panties against the smooth skin of my shaved pussy. I know my scent is everywhere yet all I can remember is the taste of you. The panic starts to pass as you continue to touch me, easing me back into a place of calm, a place of love, a place of safety. You’ve scolded me and punished me. I’m now restrained. I’m ready Lisa. I’m ready to go further…

My knees start to hurt but you won’t let me get up. I hear your heels clicking against the wood floor. You’re walking back towards the bag, walking away from me, leaving me here like this. What are you going to get? What else is in the bag Lisa?

If I close my eyes maybe it won’t happen… maybe it won’t be real….

I listen as you walk back towards me, walking around in front of me. You’re holding something. I try and see what it is. You’re smiling – you’re smiling because of what you’re holding. What is it Lisa?

The gasp catches in my throat… your hand reaches for my face, lightly caressing my cheek as your fingers open… and I watch it fall free from your hand…

A Blindfold….