Fantasy Friday Revival - Control

Another Friday has rolled 'round. LJ is here from NYC and Mollie will come over after school today. I love having my family home. We are trying to be safe. I'm not hugging him as I want to but just being able to see him is a wonder! 

On to our story. I wrote this one today and when I read it again as I was looking for stories I didn't recognize it as mine. It's not really my style. But then again, it's not bad. I hope you enjoy...

Control

It was dark. I turned my head and could feel the blindfold. Where was I? I tried to move my arms; they were tied together and stretched over my head and attached to some type of headboard. My legs were tied to each corner of the bed; I was stretched wide, vulnerable, naked, completely exposed. I heard someone enter the room. Whoever it was, they were silent as they approached. I strained against the bonds. A man’s voice said, “Be still.” He lifted my head a bit and held a glass to my lips. I gulped grateful at the wine. He took the rest of the wine and slowly pored it over my breasts and onto my belly.

Gently, silently he touched my face and I twisted to get away from his touch. One more time he said, “Be still.” His fingers trailed down my throat. As his fingers touched my breast I jumped and strained hard against my restraints. A vicious pinch to my nipple caused me to cry out and jerk away.

“Control,” he said. “You must learn control; now be still.” The fingers continued. They trailed around my breasts, down my arms, my hands. He touched my belly and explored my navel. The hands went down my thighs, down my calves and on to touch my feet. He had touched every part of me except my pussy. In spite of my fear it was throbbing.

I couldn’t help squirming with my need. He stopped and said, “You will learn control.” He quickly untied my feet and turned me over. The hand gently touched my cheeks seconds before the leather strap made contact with a loud slap. Again and again the strap found its mark, punishing my ass and thighs.

The gentle hand returned and traced the marks left by the strap. When he turned me back over so many emotions and sensations were swirling in my head. I still felt fear, my ass burned and my pussy throbbed when any new sensation was added. I felt a vibrator being pressed to my swollen clit. I realized that I could never be still. I rose up against the vibrator trying to feel more and more. Every muscle tightened as the first orgasm flooded my body. My legs were pushed back over my head with the vibrator still in place. The strap came back on the most tender parts of my ass. Each blow just served to drive the orgasm deeper in my body and mind. Gradually I became aware that the strap had stopped falling.

I came back to the real world to feel the gentle hand return, again caressing my face. The voice was saying, “Relax, rest; for a first lesson you did well.”

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 So even though I wrote this I now find myself asking, "So what happened next?" I guess we'll never know. That is unless one of you would like to take over now and write the next part. Please feel free. Send any stories you're willing to share to elisspeaks@yahoo.com