The clasp of the cuff jangled, an ominously eerie sound, as I moved. I watched Walter kneel next to me as I lowered my back onto the soft carpet. He pulled my hands above my head and fiddled with the cuffs. When he stood and looked down I pulled my arms and realized my wrists were now attached. I pulled my arms to the side and felt the leg of the bed. Damn, Walter. You really do mean business.
“Can you get out of them?”
Yeah, right. I thought. Can I pick up this bed? I took the time to inspect my restraints. The buckles I couldn’t undo, but the clasp was like a key chain. Pull back on the little lever and it opens. I pulled my arms away from the bedpost to show I had, indeed, freed myself.
Slowly and in a low voice, Walter said, “But you won’t do that again, will you, Lisa?”
“No, I won’t” I’m not an idiot. The implied threat was clear. That lever no longer existed for me.
I tried to remain still, my anxiety increasing. I was dying to ask what he was planning, but I hadn’t been instructed to speak, nor did I want him to think I was questioning his actions. So I concentrated on my breathing, willing my heart to slow its rapid pace.
Walter walked out of the bedroom and I heard foot steps going to the lower level. Shit, how long is he going to leave me here. He could be making a sandwich, getting ready to watch baseball for all I know. I strained to hear some sign of life from downstairs. Then I heard him coming. I got in the position he’d left me in and waited. He immediately leaned down and I saw fabric come over my head and it was being pressed to my eyes. It was very soft and smelled faintly of my perfume. I rubbed my face against my shoulder and realized it was my chenille scarf that blindfolded me.
“Can you see?”
“No.”
“We need to choose a safe word.”
I thought about it and it needed to be something that couldn’t be misunderstood. Nothing like stop, don’t or quit. I was sure I’d be saying that during the course of the evening and be promptly ignored. I chose… “Cantaloupe”
“Cantaloupe, right?’
“Yes.”
I felt movement next to me and then his hands were pulling my panties down. I raised my hips off of the floor and then spread my legs. I wanted Walter to see his pussy. My body was his to enjoy and I wanted him to know I was ready and willing.
I could hear what sounded like more searching in his goody bag and before I had a chance to wonder what his new toy was, he was back. He leaned down and licked my right nipple. I immediately sucked in a breath and I knew he was watching my areola tighten, my nipple stiffen. He blew a stream of cool air causing me to moan softly. He did the same to my left breast – gently, methodically bringing me to a higher state of arousal. He licked the valley between my breasts and headed lower. He lifted his head and I let out an involuntary cry of disappointment.
“All in good time.” He told me. Great, he is about to tease the shit out of me while he has me captive.
Then I felt something light, almost not there, being traced along my outer thigh. Up past my hip, my waist. Outlining the curve of my breast. Coming over and around to torment my nipple. When he ran it down my stomach, I guessed it was a feather. It moved down over my pubic hair to the shaved lips of my pussy. He played with my outer lips, laughing when the tickle caused me to jump. Moved it down my inner thighs and elicited a deep sigh from me.