Amy submits

Chapter 3. Anticipation

Amy waits in darkness for the reaction of her new master.  Unable to see, she notices how heavy she had been breathing.  Once she starts regaining control of her breathing, she hears her pulse throbbing in her ear.  Filled with anticipation, she swallows hard.  Feeling his hand grasp her wrist, she jumps slightly.  "Follow me."  He says in a warm but stern voice.  Walking cautiously, she feels the cool hard wood floor under her bare feet.  His touch becomes the only thing she can focus on.  His strong hand guiding her to god knows what.  Her body obeying his touch as if she was designed for this very moment.  

A door closes behind her and she stops.  Trying to locate where she was in the building.  "I should have counted my steps.  Just like they do in those action movies."  She thinks to herself as she realizes how disoriented she is just from wearing a blindfold.  "There is a bed behind you.  Lay down."  He says as he slowly eases her to the bed.  She hesitates a bit as she tries to process the events.  Seeing her hesitation, he places his finger under her chin and lifts her head.  "Yes sir?"  He asks, prompting her to respond.  "Y-yes sir", she says and lays on her back. 

He begins to bind her arms first.  Stretching each wrist to the corners of the bed and securing them with rope.  Then, moving to her legs, he spreads them wide.  Exposing her and tying each ankle to the corners of the bed.  Once he finishes, he tightens the ropes holding her extremities until she feels her body stretch slightly.  Then the room falls silent and he admires his prize.

The soft covers of the bed offer little comfort. Silence was no comfort either. Her mind begins to wander, thinking of the things that might happen next. "Will he be rough, firm and strong towards my body, making me squeal and moan from the passion and desire? Or will he take his time as he caresses my flesh like a lover?"  Amy thinks to herself as she begins to feel her lips getting wet and body eager to learn of its future.  She never enjoyed waiting, but she knows if she says a word then the torture may last longer. Each breath, each beat, and she only grew more eager.

The sound of soft footsteps finally makes their way around the room. She can hear him circle the bed with a familiarity of the room in the night. He never trips or makes a mistake. He always moves with deliberation of what he seeks. "It's his footsteps that will give him away", Amy thinks to herself. "He surely couldn't hide his intention with so little noise. The only way he could do such a thing is if" - Music begins to play. The sound low, but loud enough to cover his steps and all other noise he may make now. His mind is sharp, always a few steps ahead. No more silence, but the mystery continues. Her body only grows warmer and starved for his attention. Bumps form across her skin as every hair stands on end with the thought of his touch.

Amy's fingers curl around the rope that tightly binds her hands to the bed. The pain from biting her own lip becomes apparent as she almost lets a whimper slip from them.  The cool air touches the skin of her legs as her entire body buzzes with anticipation.  The bed never moves when she finally feels his soft fingers crawl up the inside of her leg. The feeling leaves her with a shiver. Higher and higher he goes, but slowing with every inch he moves up. Then only a few inches from the spot she desires his fingers most, he stops. They linger there, his fingers, holding their place like trained dogs, ready to attack. She feels them moving in a circle, taunting their prey. Amy tries to remain silent but she can't help it, the feeling is there and she lets the gasping whimper out of her mouth and audible to all in the room. Her only hope now is the music as covered this sound from his ears. His fingers stop. They hold their place inside her thighs and wait. She knows he heard. She couldn't help it.

The feeling is gone. His fingers are gone. There is nothingness now. All that build up and no satisfaction. Amy feels hollow as she waits and eager to make up for her actions. As she prepares to beg, she feels his firm grip on her sides. He picks her hips up and slips a pillow under her ass, causing her womanhood to thrust up.  Leaving her more vulnerable and exposed than before. She feels his gentle hand again on her inner thighs again.  Moving closer and closer to her throbbing bundle of nerves.  Letting out yet another moan in delight, Amy quickly tries to silence her own voice.  Without warning, his soft gentle touch turned into torture as he started to tickle her inner thighs.  Pressing and wiggling his fingers into her tender flesh.  It takes a moment for Amy to realize what is going on.  Electrified by his talented fingers, she tugs and thrashes in her helpless state.  Immobile and unable to control anything that was happening to her, Amy lets out a long laugh that sounded more like a scream.  Begging and pleading, she throws her body around the bed trying hopelessly to escape his fingers.  Her bondage making it impossible to even move a few inches.  Suddenly, he stops without saying a word.  No more tickles come and all she feels is the stinging heat that radiates from her sore body. He was thorough and affective. She dare not move though. It may be dark, but she knows this is a dangerous game to play. The waiting game has begun again and all she can do is hope that what's next to come is her.