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Emily’s Fantasies
The first time I saw you wearing that mask was like seeing you for the
first time. You seemed so humbled with your arms pulled behind your back
and tied with so many ropes. I had almost expected for you to fall onto
your knees at my feet the moment we met eyes. You can’t imagine my joy
when you couldn’t meet my gaze. There is something about a man wearing
nothing but knotted ropes and a leather mask that make me want to break
him.
I stalked around you like a jungle cat examining my prey. Watching every
muscle twitch as I let my eyes travel along the exposed skin. The swift
crack of the riding crop on my hand got your attention, as well as making
you jump. You were such a scared little bunny in those days. It’s no
wonder I make you wear the tail.
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I know an addict when I see one.
With your eyes glazed over and cute little tongue swiping desperately
across those dry lips. I know exactly what you need.
It doesn’t take much. A kiss here. An errant touch there. Before you know
it, I have you wrapped around my little finger.
I want to see you crawl on your hands and knees to my feet and praise your
Goddess. Kneel before me naked and afraid. I would never hurt you, but I
could do worse to you. I could ignore you and leave you alone. I know how
much you whimper and whine when you are left in your kennel without any
contact from the Queen that you worship.
So come to me~
I have the fix that you crave and the discipline that you require.
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I can feel the warmth of the sun streaming onto my back as I slowly regain
consciousness. With a soft moan I stretch my arms above my head and back
bowed in a yawn until my legs find an unexpected obstacle. I stop
reflexively and relax back into my previous position before rubbing my
eyes and opening them to examine the warm body next to mine.
For a moment I wracked my mind to find some memory of this man, and then
it all came back to me in flashes of skin and sweat. I let out a quiet
noise without thinking about it as the heated night came back to me and I
felt a familiar building low in my body. We certainly *knew* each other at
this point, but while I could remember and describe every delicious inch
of his body, I couldn’t seem to manage a name.
Careful not to wake him, I moved my body to get a better angle and made a
list in my mind of every precious sore spot I found both inside and out.
He must be having a lovely dream because I notice that parts of him aren’t
as asleep as he seems to be. Thinking back to the passionate night I lower
my body so that I can wake such a gem up properly. Starting with the parts
of him that were ready for me already. Sometimes a kiss “Good Morning” can
be a little more interactive than expected and won’t always be on the
lips.
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My heart beats like a frightened bird against the cage of my chest as I
will my legs to carry me faster. Even though I can’t hear the footsteps
behind me, I can sense that he’s there all the same. Something primal in
me knows that if he catches me, I won’t be able to fight back. My
struggles will all be in vain. That is what it means to be captured when
you are prey.
Each stretch of my legs brings me closer to the illusion of escape. Each
futile breath pushes me farther. The burning in my chest and legs grows
stronger with every step as I feel the exhaustion creep ever closer. I
must not let them capture me. I cannot submit to him without a fight. If I
could just keep running. If only I can run far enough that he loses
interest or loses my scent. If somehow I could just make it far enough
that my legs and lungs would allow me the freedom that I so crave.
As my legs give out under me I realize that all of these “ifs” are
meaningless now. It will only be a matter of time until he catches up.
Only a matter of time until I am at his mercy.
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I saw you there. I noticed how your eyes flicked over to me when you
thought I wasn’t looking. Your jerky motions gave you away almost as much
as the way you turned your body so I couldn’t see the front of those cute
little shorts.
You did the same thing last week too. Don’t think it went unnoticed that
you choose to do your yard work on the same day every week. Sometimes I
considered changing the days that I come outside to tan and wash my
husband’s car in my bathing suit, just to see if you would find an excuse
to stare at me with those needy eyes.
I can feel your shy gaze burning through me when I turn my back to you,
soaping up the back of his car, bending over just a little farther than I
have to because I can feel my bathing suit riding up just enough that
you’re getting your show.
Every week I find a new way to catch your eye. Every week I go out of my
way to push you just a bit more. Every night after I’ve taken off my wet
bikini and wash away the soapy grime from my freshly tanned skin I wait
for the knock at my door that means I have you right where I want you.
Maybe tonight will be the night that you work up the courage. Maybe
tonight will be the night that I answer the door in nothing but a towel
and lead you, hard and waiting, into my home to show you all of the parts
of me that you imagine as you fuck your hand.
Maybe tonight you’ll be mine.
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These teasing sessions continued. Just as I relaxed into my restraints the
hands would return, pulling, touching, and stroking every part of me only
to disappear into the thin air they appeared from. Any thoughts I had left
were slowly burned away by my pounding heart and heated flesh.
In the beginning I had hope that I would be able to push through this. I
thought I might keep my sanity and any cord I had left attaching myself to
my humanity. Instead I found myself becoming an animal. There was nothing
left inside but a creature, driven by lust and mad with need.
Nothing else mattered.
Nothing else mattered.
Nothing else mattered but the aching need I had become.
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Seconds seemed like hours as the devilish hands continued their delicious
torture. Sometimes they would trail closer to my heated core, only to come
within a breath of my goal and slide away like they were actually *trying*
to drive me out of my mind. I couldn’t tell you how long they kept me in
agony as I slowly lost the will to fight my bindings to escape. Instead
all I could think of was getting more. More of the touches. More of the
hands. More of the evil fingers touching more of me.
What had started with quiet gasps had developed into whimpers and moans of
pleasure and so much need. I struggled to move only to be closer to those
teasing touches. Straining in the hopes that if I lifted my hips a tiny
bit more, pulled my bindings just the slightest amount, then they might
brush against the tiny bundle of nerves that had was currently the focus
of all of my attention and desire.
Just as I thought I had made enough slack to finally have that single
heated touch, the hands lifted away and disappeared to my senses. The only
thing left was a memory and the heat they had created, both inside and
out.
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I closed my eyes behind the silken blindfold and clenched my teeth,
willing myself to breathe through the sudden panic rising in my chest.
Just as I started to feel in control of my heart and lungs, I felt what
could only be a warm hand high on my bare leg. My heart began to race
again as the fingertips played along the tender skin of my inner thigh,
causing me to gasp and strain against my bindings.
Things low in my body began to respond against my will to the phantom
touches. I could feel a pressure building between my spread legs even as I
fought to find some weakness in my restraints. A whimper slipped from deep
in my throat as the fingertips slowly crawled higher on my thigh. My mind
was growing hazy as another hand found the other side and massaged deep
into the muscle while the first continued its feather-light touches.
I couldn’t help but thrash and whimper against the wicked ties at my
wrists and ankles, but no matter how hard I fought, the fingers continued
their wicked work and my body betrayed me. I could already feel the
moisture building between my outstretched thighs as pressure grew with
every second of the delicious torture. While I had started feeling
vulnerable, I would give anything to keep the sensations from stopping.
All that mattered was my exposed body and the need that continued to grow.
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Fantasies (I’m hoping to do this as sort of a running story):
It started in darkness. I didn’t know where I was, how I got there, or
what time of day it was. The soft fabric over my eyes and underneath my
exposed body made me acutely aware of the spread-eagle position I had
woken up in.
It was only when I attempted to remove the blindfold that I realized why I
had remained that way. My wrists and, as I found upon further
experimentation, my ankles were bound in what also felt like the same
silky cloth that was restricting my vision.
My heart fluttered in my chest as I swallowed down my panic as best as I
could. The way the air moved across my vulnerable, uncovered skin made me
intensely aware of a few things.
I was bound, blindfolded, naked, confused, and most importantly: not alone.
