I struggled to stand still, my feet on the cold concrete of the basement floor, and my hands holding onto the bar above me that I was handcuffed to.
I struggled to listen, unable to see around my tight blindfold.
Suddenly I felt the collar pull upwards tightly, and the bar I was cuffed to was moving. I was pulled backwards, and then I felt the back of my knees touch some sort of furniture.
I felt her hands on my shoulders, and her hot breath against my ear.
“I’m going to push you backwards onto a mattress.” She said. “Do not panic slut.”
Before I could respond I felt myself fall back and then I was on my back on the mattress. I felt the bar pull and I scooted to keep up with it, pushing myself along the mattress with my feet.
And then something clicked loudly, and I suddenly felt something close around my ankle and pull my leg, and within seconds I was secured on the bed, with my legs spread and unable to move, and my arms over my head.
“Lift your head slut.” Mistress Isabella said softly.
I complied and felt a pillow slide under my head.
“Now lift your ass slut.” She told me.
I felt another pillow push underneath me, and I felt my hips angled up off the mattress.
The tension on the collar eased and I felt the mattress shift as Mistress Isabella positioned herself beside me. I felt her finger start to trace a circular pattern around my belly button, and I moaned, trying to roll towards her.
“I did not tell you to fucking move, did I slut?” She scolded.
She gave my hair a rough yank, and I gasped and froze on the bed, eager be as still as possible to undo my error.
She pulled on the leash again, the collar tightening around my throat. This time she kept it tight and grabbed a fistful of my hair as well, forcing my head back.
“What was that?” she said, her voice loud against my ear.
“I’m sorry Mistress.” I apologized. “You’ll tell me what to do Mistress.”
“And?” she followed up, pulling the leash harder.
“And when to do it Mistress.” I groaned.
“Fucking right.” She said.
She let go of my hair and I felt the collar relax, and then her fingers were gently stroking my cheek.
“Now slut, I am going to allow you to speak and make noise.” She said softly. “Your body belongs to me, and I want it to be verbally and vocally appreciative of my attention.”
Her finger was back on my belly, and I felt goose bumps break out on my skin as I shivered with lust.
I felt the erotic rush of the cool basement air against my sticky and aroused cunt lips, and I felt her mouth brush across one of my nipples.
I shuddered again, feeling another lustful thrill course through me.
“Are you cold slut?” she asked me.
Her fingers had begun to lovingly stroke my thigh, and I felt my body respond to the tender touch.
“Not cold Mistress.” I answered. “Needful. I’m needful Mistress.”
“Slut, that’s good.” She said. “Because I’m in a giving mood tonight.”
She suddenly pressed herself against me, and I felt her breasts against my own. I hadn’t realized that she was also naked, since she’d been fully dressed when she’d left me in the laundry room.