0 comments/ 24738 views/ 3 favorites Silk Scarves By: ARCH13 She knelt on the floor, bent over the coffee table, hands tied to the legs at the opposite end. Her legs were spread, knees tied to the legs of the table with the same silk scarves that bound her wrists. She asked for this, but now she felt slightly unsure - deliciously, excitingly frightened of what she had let herself in for. The thrill of the unexpected is strong. For months she had dropped hints, pushing for something different, wanting to explore this submissive side of her nature. Now that he has her there, he's taking his time. After binding her he left the room, making her wait. She could hear him in the other room, moving around. He hadn't said a word the whole time, remaining maddeningly silent. He had been gentle but firm when binding her, never asking her to move or change position, just moving her where he wanted her. She remembered the feel of him bending over her back as he tied her hands, the weight of his still clothed body on her bare skin. He entered the room, crossing to kneel behind her. As he leaned over her, she realized that he had removed his clothes. She shivered at the contact of his chest against the skin of her naked back. Still without saying a word he kissed his way down her arched neck, biting gently against her shoulder. He heard her moan and became rougher, running his hands firmly down her sides as he dragged his teeth against her skin. She pressed her face against the table, sucking in her breath as his hands reached her buttocks. His hands molded the flesh, prying them apart, exposing her to the dim lighting. In the candlelight she felt safe - protected. She felt his thumbs slide down the valley, as his breathing grew harsh next to her ear. She tensed as he touched her there, stroking the muscle with his thumbs. He kissed the nape of her neck as he delved deeper, and she cried out softly before she could stop herself. He paused, waiting, then continued as he heard her moan as he felt her quiver. He withdrew his hands, then starting at her knees by the bonds slid them up the insides of her thighs. She flinched as he reached her wet and open pussy, sliding two fingers deep inside. He kissed her lower back, and ran his teeth along the base of her spine. His fingers stroked her inside, and his other hand was suddenly brushing her clitoris - she moaned and cried out as he felt her contract around his fingers when she came. Slowly he removed his fingers from her, sliding the slick digits up towards her other opening. Very carefully he inserted his index finger, sliding it through the ring of muscle, listening closely for any sign of discomfort she might make. She tensed slightly as he penetrated her, then seemed to consciously try to relax. He pushed his finger into the knuckle and she gasped at the sensation. She could feel him twist his finger back and forth, feel his knuckle against her anus. He was sliding his finger back and forth now, opening her up further. She felt him withdraw, and wasn't sure if she was disappointed or relieved. Then he was back, she felt something cold and slippery being worked into her behind. He slid his finger in, spreading the lubricant further. She was so slick now that she could hardly tell when he entered. The hand retreated, and she could hear the liquid sounds of him slicking his cock. She pictured him kneeling behind her, stroking his cock with the oil and went limp with the combination of arousal and fear. She shook as he positioned himself behind her, placing the head of his cock against her. He kissed her shoulders and bit hard at the nape of her neck as he began to push inside her. She gritted her teeth and tried not to tense against him as the stretching, burning sensation spread through her. He paused, hearing her indrawn breath- and she forced herself to relax, not wanting him to stop. He felt her relax and pushed harder, sliding himself in to the base of his cock. They both cried out at the sensation, he of tight confinement, she of being impaled, possessed. He rested inside her completely for a moment, allowing both of them to adjust, then slowly drew out. She moaned as he pushed back in gently, pressing against her. She could feel his testicles pressed against her pussy. He was shaking as hard as she was as he tried to hold back. He knelt up, hands against her back, and looked down to where they were joined. Grasping her hip with his hand, he slid the other under her, stroking her clitoris as she jerked under him. He felt her spasm around him, and couldn't wait any longer. He drew out and began thrusting into her, his fingers leaving marks on her hip where he held her. When he came he heard her cry out as he rammed himself into her over and over. It felt like he would never stop coming. As he collapsed on top of her, he slid his fingers into her empty pussy, and stroked her clit. She screamed out as she convulsed, spasming tight around his fingers and softening cock. She had asked for it, but she had never imagined it would be so thrilling. They had both collapsed on the table, breathing hard for long minutes. He had recovered first, and carefully withdrew from her, gently untying her hands and legs. She was slightly sore, but completely happy, and she sensed that he had enjoyed it too, almost despite himself. He put his arm around her shoulders and guided her to the bath room where he ran her a warm bath, tenderly looking after her. She loved the contrast from his harsh treatment earlier, and had never felt so cherished, so possessed - so loved as she did at that moment. Silk Scarves (c) July 2003 - all rights reserved. The silk scarves were left on the kitchen table where she would see them, and all day she wondered when he planned to use them and where. Would she be tied to a chair in front of the living room window to service him while her neighbors walked their dogs and mowed their lawns? Would he tie her to the bed while he teased her with his tongue and denied her the orgasm she so desperately craved? It was thoughts like these that tortured her all afternoon and forced her to steer clear of her bathroom where she kept her vibrator, hidden in a box of tampons, for emergencies. While today could be construed as an emergency, she didn't want to spoil her appetite for this evening. Instead, Lanie kept herself busy with laundry and cleaning out a closet in the spare bedroom. The closet was full of things she had moved from her apartment but had never had time to go through. Near the back she found a plaid tote bag full of books. She pulled it out and sat on the bed to go through it. Near the bottom, under copies of classic novels she had read over and over, was a book covered in blue floral fabric. It was her college diary, or, more specifically, her diary from her freshman year. It had been the year she had discovered sex, and had become addicted to the rush she got from knowing a boy desired her. Thanks to her conservative upbringing, there was no one she could confide in, so she poured her heart out to her diary, holding back nothing. No detail was too intimate for her to record, no names were withheld to protect the innocent - or guilty - as the case might have been. And if Hank found this, he would be so angry with her, knowing how she had freely given her body to strangers she met at frat parties in her small college town, when she was too drunk to walk home but not drunk enough to forget any details. After holding it in her hands for a long time, just staring at the cover, she opened it. The first entry was dated October 14, 1991. She had been at school less than two months. She didn't even have to read past the first paragraph before the memories came flooding back. It was a warm Friday night, and she had gone with some friends to dinner at Vinnie's, the only Italian restaurant in town. Not that there were a plethora of restaurants or anything. Altogether, there were four, if you didn't count the two gas stations that sold pizza. A group of guys were playing pool, and she couldn't help but notice one of them. He had dark hair, almost black, and wore a navy plaid shirt over a white T-shirt with jeans. Normally, this wouldn't stand out to her, but there was something about the way he watched her while he took a swig of his beer that caught her eye. She was also intrigued by what appeared to be a nice-size package in his jeans. She suspected he might also play football, because she thought she recognized a few of the guys he was with as being on the team. As she and her friends were leaving, he nudged one of his buddies, who came up to her and pulled her aside. She recognized him from her American Lit class. "Hi, Lanie." "Hi, um..." "It's Ted. You know, there's a party at the Delt house tonight." "Oh?" "Yeah. You think you can come?" "Of course I can come," she said slowly with a smile, looking past him at plaid-shirt boy, who was watching them intently. "But I'll also make it a point to be there." His face turned red as he caught her double entendre. "Cool. Dave...er... We'll be looking for you." She looked back at him and smiled. "Dave, eh? Thanks, Ted. I appreciate the invitation. And you can tell Dave I'll see him later, but it would be nice if he issued the invitation himself next time." That night, Dave had come up behind her on the dance floor and pulled her against him, holding her hips as he danced behind her. Two songs later, she kissed him, and her fate for the evening was sealed. Dave lived off campus in an apartment above the pizzeria, and had no roommates. They barely made it across campus with their clothes on, and by the time they reached his bedroom they were both naked. He wasn't a particularly tender lover, but his roughness excited her because it was so different from the only other guy she had been with. He backed her up against the wall as he devoured her mouth with his, all the while coaxing her clit into submission. Just as she was about to collapse, he spun her around and she landed on the bed with him on top of her, their lips locked the entire time. She pulled her mouth away from his to catch her breath. He knelt above her and fed her his cock, which she accepted with some trepidation. She had only sucked off one other guy before, the same guy who took her virginity, and she was afraid her inexperience would show. But apparently she did well enough, because it didn't take long for him to pull out and shove all 7 inches of his hardness into her cunt in the space of a heartbeat. Three strokes later, he pulled out and came, shooting his load on her belly. Putting the book aside, she slid her hand down her pants and parted her curls with her middle finger. She knew she was dripping wet, and it would be several hours before Hank returned. Surely a little one now wouldn't ruin things later, would it? She rubbed her clit, savoring the pressure of her finger on this hard nub of pleasure. Lanie came almost instantly, crying out, which surprised her. She didn't usually make much noise during solo sex, but then again, she was unusually horny today. After resting for a few moments, she readjusted her clothing and put the book away, returning the bag to its hiding place in the back of the closet. Hank would be so angry with her if he ever knew about the detailed accounts she had kept of her sexual exploits. As far as he was concerned, she belonged to him, body and soul, and when they married three months ago, she left her past behind. It was best if he continued to believe that, she concluded, and never discovered the unresolved issues she carried with her. Lanie finished straightening up the closet and carried an armload of items out to her car for her next trip to Goodwill. Hank would be home in an hour, so her errands would have to wait another day. Back in the kitchen, she fixed herself a cup of tea, fingering the purple silk puddle in the center of the table. She had not seen these particular silk scarves before, but knew he had selected them with a particular scene in mind, a scene he would reveal to her when he was ready. Several weeks ago, Hank had used red scarves, using her as he would a whore from the red light district. He had purchased an outfit for her as well: worn denim shorts so short her rear peeked out from below the hem, and a fuchsia tube top better suited to a teenager. This ensemble was capped off with two-inch purple heels that made her feet hurt, but turned him on immensely. He insisted she keep them on the entire night, as he fucked her first in the driveway, bent over the hood of his Lexus, and later, as he tied her to the bed and used her mouth like a cunt, calling her his Two-Dollar Whore and insisting she swallow every drop of the cum he sprayed in her mouth. Before that, it had been white scarves, symbolic of her virginity. He dressed her in a white baby-doll nightie of sheer white fabric trimmed in lace, with white crotchless panties and lace-topped thigh-high stockings held up by elastic. That was the night he took the only remaining virginity she had to offer - her virgin ass - and taped the entire experience. Knowing this tape was somewhere in their house bothered her to some extent, but yet another part of her was flattered, almost proud, that she had starred in his personal porno. He had tied her across a small ottoman in the living room, the drapes wide open in case anyone wanted to watch. First he spanked her, reddening her bottom with a paddle she had never seen before, before liberally coating his cock with KY. Then he fingered her to the brink of orgasm before plunging his greased cock into her virgin ass, causing her to cry out. He fucked her roughly, pulling on her nipples and slapping her ass, her cries exciting him more, until he finally thrust deeply into her, squirting his hot semen into her. Since then, he had been using her ass regularly, requiring her to finger herself to orgasm each time he fucked her there, telling her she would learn to enjoy it. She had not known of his strange preferences before they married, but then again, they had not had sex until their wedding night. He said he preferred to wait until she was legally his wife, bound to him by law, and he would then bind her to him, body and soul, in their marriage bed. She had no idea he meant literally bind her to their bed! However, she was strangely excited by the control he asserted over her, the way he insisted she not work but simply care for the house and pursue her hobbies, provided she was available to him when he wanted her. He made plenty of money, she knew, so money would never be an issue. She had agreed, simply because she wasn't quite sure what she would do if she had to work. She wrapped one of the lengths of silk around her left wrist, enjoying the cool softness against her skin, noting the striking contrast between the deep richness of the purple and the paleness of her arm. The phone rang, and she picked it up on the first ring. It was Hank, directing her to the freezer, where he said she would find something to help prepare her for tonight. She opened the freezer and discovered a small satin box with a note attached. She read: ==================================== Lanie, Tonight a sultan takes his pleasure. Insert these with plenty of KY, leaving the ring outside. They are cold to minimize your discomfort but also to heighten your awareness of them initially. You will then bathe with the scented soaps and lotions I have left beside the tub, and will dress in what I have hung behind the bathroom door. At 5 p.m., you will be waiting for me in our bedroom. Hank ==================================== Inside the box was a string of small beads, slightly larger than marbles, equally spaced along a thin cord. At one end was a significantly larger bead, and at the other end, a plastic ring. Anal beads, she read on the insert, scanning the pictures describing proper insertion. Her stomach flipped as she considered what he was asking of her. * * * * * * * * * When Hank arrived home, Lanie was reclining on the bed, wearing an outfit reminiscent of a belly dancer, gauzy purple pants split up the sides, a bikini-type top of the same material, and a veil. She was surrounded by the scent of jasmine, and in the background a CD of Middle Eastern temple music played. The room was dim, lit only by groups of candles on her dresser and his chest of drawers, and incense burned beside the bed. The bed was draped red satin sheets. She had pulled the heavy drapes closed and scattered large cushions on the floor. On a bedside table were a glass of wine and a plate of grapes and cheese. He disappeared into the bathroom without a word. When he emerged ten minutes later, amid a cloud of steam left from his shower, he was wearing a thin robe, his erection evident against the satin. She knelt on the bed and patted the place beside her. When he lay down, the front of his robe fell open, exposing his chest, and his penis wasted no time in pushing through the opening as well. Lanie leaned over him to get the glass of wine and plate, her breasts brushing against his lips in the process. He flicked one nipple with his tongue, causing her inner muscles to contract. She was very turned on already, and the feel of the anal beads in her rectum rubbing against the ben wa balls in her cunt were keeping her very aware of what was to come. She had purchased the ben wa balls on a whim several weeks ago and had hidden them, waiting for the right moment to surprise him. Her juices were already flowing, making it increasingly difficult to hold onto them. She could tell why the package said they were good for toning pelvic muscles. Keeping them in wasn't easy! She took a sip of wine, holding it in her mouth as she leaned over to kiss Hank, letting him sip the wine from her lips. Between sips of wine, she offered him grapes and cubes of cheese, but it didn't take long before he lost interest in the food and moved on to taste her nipples through the thin satin that hid them. His hand slipped between her thighs and he caressed her labia with his fingers, rubbing her mound. Lanie cried out at the pressure he was exerting on the ben wa balls, still hidden inside her. "Did you do as I asked, my pet?" Hank whispered in her ear. "Mmhmm..." She responded, too turned on to find the words. "That's too bad. I was looking forward to punishing you." His exploring finger encountered the first ball. "Well well well... what have we here?" He flipped her onto her back and spread her legs. "I see you not only did as I asked, but you went a step further. How long have you these?" he asked, pushing the balls further into her body. "A month or so," she whispered, as she squirmed against his invading finger. "And you've kept them from me?" "I bought them as a surprise." "I see. And how do I feel about surprises, Lanie?" "You don't like them." "That's right. And what happens when you disobey me?" "I have to be punished." She could hear the smile in his voice as he replied. "Yes, you have been a naughty girl, Lanie, and you need to be reminded of that. Undress," he commanded her. She quickly disrobed, not even trying to be seductive. Any deviance from his commands would make him even more displeased with her now. "On your knees, wench," he commanded. Lanie knelt on the bed, her hands stretched outward toward the bedposts, her ass lowered to her thighs. Hank quickly located the purple silk scarves under his pillow and used them to bind her hands to the headboard. He tied her tight enough so she could not escape, but left enough slack that she could move her arms somewhat. He enjoyed watching her struggle a little. She knelt before him, the purple gauze no longer separating his hand from her bare flesh. Her mouth was dry as she anticipated what was to come. She didn't have to wait long. She heard the paddle before she felt it, the whoosh of air followed by the stinging SMACK on her right ass cheek. "What do you have to say for yourself?" The question was punctuated by another stinging SMACK on her left ass cheek. "I'm sorry for surprising you," she whispered. "I can't hear you." Each word was punctuated by a smack on her ass, which was getting redder each time. "I'm sorry for surprising you," she said, louder this time. "Turn over," he said, "and open yourself to me." She turned over, her arms now crossed above her, and spread her legs to him. She winced as her sore ass slid on the sheets. "Do you think I need to continue punishing you, or are you ready to cooperate now?" She raised her eyes to him as he knelt over her body. Having him kneeling above her, controlling her pleasure and pain, excited her more than she could have imagined. She was dripping wet, and she wanted him to have his way with her. She could no longer tell where reality stopped and fantasy began. "I am yours," she whispered. "Use me as you wish." With a tug, he removed her ben wa balls, which were dripping with her juices. Wordlessly, he held them to her lips for her to clean them with her mouth. She accepted them without complaint or hesitation, sucking herself from the hard plastic, savoring the taste of her own excitement. He tossed the balls aside and roughly spread her legs, pushing them up to her chest and opening her wide. She could see his engorged cock bobbing between her legs, and she longed to suck it, to feel the hardness encased in silken skin sliding between her lips, encircling the spongy head with her tongue. She licked her lips in anticipation as his eyes met hers. He knew what she wanted. But tonight, he would deny them both this simple pleasure, at least for now. He plunged into her cunt, her slippery walls unable to prevent his complete penetration. She grunted from the sheer force of it, feeling him bottom out against her cervix. She was also acutely aware of the beads in her ass as he stroked in and out. His cock slid along the ridges of the beads, adding to her excitement. She felt as though she were on a roller coaster; her stomach was fluttering and her nipples were tingling as they brushed against the satin sheets. After several minutes of this, he pulled out, leaving her open and exposed and wanting more. "Turn over," he commanded again. She rolled over, pulling her knees up underneath her and raising her ass, her legs spread to accommodate his imminent invasion. Her face pressed into the mattress as she awaited him. He placed his penis at the entrance to her hole and gripped her hips as he plunged into her. He thrust slowly at first, allowing her to feel the entire length of him as he entered and withdrew, a move he knew would push her along the road to orgasm. She felt his hand spread her ass cheeks, and it was then she remembered the beads. Those tiny little pearls of pleasure, just waiting to be released. He slowly pulled on the string to release the first bead. It slowly stretched her sphincter, increasing the pressure before springing loose and initiating her climax. The feeling was exquisite, and she cried out in a mix of agony and ecstasy. He reveled in the feel of her pulsing sheath, knowing he held the key to her pleasure. His to give, and his to take... With each tug of the string, a bead popped out, pushing her to another peak. Ten beads, ten peaks, each one a little higher than the last. With her final climax, he shot his load into her, crying out with the intenseness of his pleasure. His cock jerked inside her, spewing the final jets of semen into her womb. He collapsed on top of her, kissing the back of her neck. After resting a few moments, he rolled off of her, untying her hands from the bedposts. Without being asked, she took his cock into her mouth, cleaning it of their combined fluids. She savored the taste of the liquid passion that dripped from the head, a tangy saltiness with a hint of sweetness. She offered him a sip of wine before he drifted off to sleep, leaving her to clean up the remnants of their lovemaking - to put away the cheese and grapes, turn off the music, and lower the temperature in the room so he could sleep comfortably. Once he was sleeping soundly, she would slip into the bathroom and perch on the edge of the tub to capture the events in her diary lest they be forgotten. Her mind was already forming the description of the cool purple silk against her skin, warm from desire, and the feel of the beads as he popped them out...one...by...one.... And then, when all was taken care of, she would crawl into bed beside him and sleep, knowing he would take care of her. (c) July 2003 - all rights reserved. Silk Scarves When she came in the door she called for him. She knew he was home. His car was in the garage and his keys on the table. He did not respond to her first call so she tried again. This time she heard a faint "I'm in the bedroom," reply. She put down her purse next to his keys on the table and made her way to the bedroom. The door was open but the bedroom was dark. As she entered, she reached for the lamp on the nightstand, but his voice stopped her. "Don't turn on the light," he said from somewhere in the darkness, "light the candle instead." From the hallway light she could see the candle and some matches next to it. She reached for the candle and noticed her hand was trembling. She clenched her fingers into a loose fist, then release them, shaking her wrist gently. She then took and lit the candle. She walked slowly into the bedroom, the soft flickering light making its way only so far into the darkened room. "Close the door," he said, his voice flowing through the darkness. She started to say something but the sound "shhhhhhhhhh" intercepted her words and sent chills throughout her body. She obeyed and closed the door. "Turn and face the bed," he said, ever so quietly. She noticed then that it was so quiet in the room that she could hear her heart beating. She faced the bed as told and through the flickering candlelight she could see a black scarf folded into a two-inch wide band and next to it laid four multicolored scarves. She reached out and felt them, all silk. "Take the black scarf," he whispered, "and place it over your eyes." She reached down and took the scarf into her hands, tilted her head forward slightly and placed the blindfold over her eyes. "Pull the ends back so they are behind your head," he said. She could tell his voice was closer; she could feel the air moving around her as she held the edges of the blindfold behind her head. She felt him behind her. He took the blindfold from her hands and tied it around her head, tight enough to press lightly against her eyelids. She felt his hands on her shoulders and his breath on her neck. Her heart was beating in anticipation as he started to unzip her dress. He eased it off her shoulders, down her arms and then slowly slipped it over her waist and down her legs. He took her hand to steady her as she stepped out of the dress. She stood there, in her bra, panties, thigh highs and heels. He touched her right calf and she instinctively lifted her foot as he removed her shoe. Again he did the same with her left. He slowly stood up, his body brushing against hers, his chest to her back. The warmth of his skin next to hers told her that he was not wearing any clothes. He wrapped his arms around her stomach, holding her tight to him, lightly kissing her neck, and using his tongue to send ripples of chills up and down her spine. She felt herself melting in his arms as his hands found her breasts, gently caressing through her bra. His fingers found the front clasp, and delicately released it. He opened her bra and stepped back from her only for a moment to guide it off her shoulders and down her arms. He wrapped his arms around her once more, his hands cupping each breast. He rubbed the palms of his hands over her nipples, and then gently rolled them between his fingers. His hands left her aching breasts and began their journey down over her stomach, his fingers delicately walking past her belly button toward her panties. She opened her legs slightly when she felt his fingers slip into the top of her panties and tenderly urge them down over her hips, thighs, then calves until she stepped out of them. He knelt behind her now, his hands on her right thigh, at the top of her thigh high stocking. He massaged softly then used his hands to roll down the stocking, ever so slowly. She felt it disappear from her leg inch by inch until her toes were free from it. He duplicated the removal of her left stocking with the same care and tenderness. She stood there naked, her body however far from cold and practically on fire. She felt him next to her once more. His touch guided her to turn sideways to the bed. She felt one arm slip behind her back, the other behind her knees. She sensed what was happening and positioned her arm around his neck as he lifted her off the floor and placed her on the bed. She laid there on her back in the middle of the bed no pillow beneath her head. He placed her arms right by her sides with her legs closed. She listened through the quiet, still air, with her heartbeat ever present in her ears. She heard nothing. She only felt the movement of the air as he glided around the room. Her breath stopped as the bed moved to his arrival. She turned her head toward the movement, only seeing the blackness of the blindfold. His hands found the sides of her face and eased her head back to center. She took a long deep breath, letting her body sink slightly into the soft mattress. She felt a sensation on her stomach, a soft, light swirling feeling. Her mind was focusing on it, trying to understand it, as it grew bigger. Large circles now, over her stomach and breasts, touching the tops of her thighs, her skin tingling and alive. She knew then what it was. It was the silk scarves, floating over her skin, her nipples, her stomach, and her thighs. The circles continued on and got smaller and smaller until they stopped completely and came to rest on her stomach. The scarves rested in a small clump on her stomach, just beneath her breasts, the silk both soothing and exhilarating. She felt his hand in her left hand. He eased her arm out away from her body until her hand was pointing at the top corner of the mattress. She felt him remove a scarf from the silken pile on her stomach. He brushed it back and forth over her breasts, her nipples tingling and on fire. She felt the silk on her right cheek, then slip across her nose to her left cheek, then back down to her chest. The skin on her left shoulder came alive as the scarf skimmed over it on its journey up her arm. Her mind was focused on it gently gliding over her upper arm, then the inside of her elbow, over her forearm and wrist and then out the tips of her fingers. He lifted her hand from the bed and she felt the scarf wrap around her wrist. He tied it in a knot around her wrist then tugged on the scarf, making sure it was securely fastened. He pulled the scarf taught and tucked the end under the mattress, beginning her bondage. He whispered, "Don't struggle," as he held the scarf tightly in one hand and used his other to gently pull her arm against the scarf, convincing her mind her bondage was strong where in reality it was not. He moved his fingertips back up her arm from her wrist to her shoulder, brushing over her skin, feeling her muscles tense beneath his touch. She felt his fingers slip just to the side of her left breast then under her arm continuing down the side of her chest, then stomach, toward her hip, down her outer thigh and knee and then her calf. His hands came to rest on her left foot. He gently massaged and caressed her foot briefly, before grasping it and moving her left leg from her right, opening it until her foot was pointed toward the bottom left corner of the mattress. He plucked another scarf from the pile on her stomach and swished it back and forth on over her belly button, then lower just over her pussy. He painted strokes back and forth over her thighs, and then concentrated on her left leg working his way down. Her skin was quivering under the silk as it trickled down her leg, over her thigh, knee, and calf and over her toes. He brushed the bottom of her foot with it sending a shock through her body causing her to jerk noticeably. He took her foot in his hand lifting it from the bed, wrapping the scarf around her ankle as he did her wrist. He pulled the scarf taut and tucked it under the mattress once again. Again he whispered, "Don't struggle," continuing to build the illusion of bondage in her mind. She felt his weight leave the bed and heard his soft footsteps, her eyes useless to her, her ears absorbing everything. He returned to the bed, now positioned to her right. His fingers started to dance down her right leg, over the top of her thigh and knee, down her calf and ankle then foot. Again he massaged and caressed before taking hold of her foot and opening her leg, right foot pointing toward lower right corner of the mattress. She felt one of the two remaining scarves lift off her stomach and begin its dance back and forth across her belly button, then pussy and then thighs. It slipped slowly down over her right leg, thigh first, then knee, then calf and ankle, ending up tickling the bottom of her foot. This time she lifted her foot before he touched her to allow him to tie the scarf around her ankle and securely fasten it and tuck it under the mattress. "Don't struggle," he said once again, knowing now she believed his illusion of bondage. He took her right hand in his, holding gently, and brushed the fingertips of his left hand up and down her arm, feeling her soft skin, knowing it was on fire to his touch. He gently brought her hand over her head, pointing it toward the upper right hand corner of the mattress. The last scarf was collected from her stomach, her skin mourning the loss of the silken mound. The scarf moved across her stomach, up between her breasts, just touching her chin, before it floated back and forth across her nipples, over and over, her nipples burning and throbbing as the silk scarf licked them. She felt it move to her shoulder then up her right arm, slipping delicately toward her fingers. Again she instinctively lifted her hand from the bed so that he could wrap the scarf around her wrist. He secured it, pulled it taut and tucked it under the mattress. "Don't struggle," he breathed, this time his mouth almost touching her ear. The bed moved as he left it. She laid there in the center of it, in her mind totally immobilized. She listened hard, her eyes taken from her. She heard the soft shuffle of feet around the room, always punctuated with her heartbeat in her ears. She noticed her breathing was faster so she forced herself to take deep breaths. She focused on her body, her skin on fire, her nipples tingling and her pussy already wet from anticipation. She felt the silk around her wrists and ankles and the softness of it on her eyes. She breathed deeper in an effort to clear her mind. She knew he would be back. She knew her body would be set on fire by his touch. She wanted to absorb every aspect of what awaited her. Her breath caught in her throat as the bed shook again announcing his presence. She felt his body over her as he knelt to her right and supported himself with his hands on either side of her head above her shoulders. She felt his lips on her forehead, just above the blindfold as he kissed softly. Then his lips touched her nose just beneath the blindfold, ever so gently. Each time he lowered his lips to kiss her, she felt his chest against her breasts, her nipples teased by his body's touch. He kissed her cheeks just below the blindfold, his tongue tapping her skin lightly. She felt him over her mouth, she licked her lips waiting for the touch of his, and instead he softly kissed her chin, playing with it with his mouth. She next felt the tip of his tongue tracing her lips. She parted them, longing for his kiss. He lowered his body more on to hers, moving his chest slowly back and forth against her nipples as his mouth met her lips, soothing her hunger for a kiss. They kissed deep and long and passionately, their tongues dancing, playing and probing, both of them softly moaning. He broke the kiss, her head lifting up slightly trying to stay with his lips. She laid it back down, her body aching for more. She felt his lips on her throat, kissing a slow deliberate path lower and lower down her neck. His lips reached the base of her throat and he began a kissing journey over her right shoulder. His breath preceded each warm and wet kiss on her skin. He used his tongue to delight and tease her skin as he kissed over her shoulder and her upper arm. He stopped for a moment to kiss and play on the soft patch of skin just inside her elbow before moving up her forearm toward her hand. He kissed an outline of the silk scarf tied at her wrist before placing his lips in the palm of her hand. He used his tongue to draw small circles, growing into larger circles before diminishing again to a soft kiss with his lips. He took each finger in his hand and kissed them one by one, gently sucking on them as he did. He made the kissing journey back down her arm, pausing as he did before just inside her elbow, kissing and playing. His lips stopped at the base of her throat where the journey had begun. She felt him straddle her stomach, then make his way to her left side, kneeling as he had done on her right. His lips found the starting point at her throat again and he began his exploration of her left shoulder and arm. She concentrated on each kiss; first she felt his breath on her skin, then his lips softly touching and kissing. Then his lips would part as his tongue would find her skin and make small wet circles. His lips would close as he lifted his mouth from her skin making the wonderful kissing sound. Her skin was alive and tingling everywhere his mouth had visited. She felt him kissing softly around the silk scarf at her wrist, and then the palm of her hand was alive as his tongue drew warm wet circles, his lips ending the kiss tenderly. Her fingers went one by one in his mouth again as he kissed and gently sucked on them. He made his way back down her left arm, slowly and deliberately retracing his initial path, returning to the base of her throat. He next straddled her chest with his arms, his chest just above her breasts. He began his kiss again at the base of her throat, this time moving down little by little, kissing gently. She felt his lips on skin, his chest against her nipples as he moved lower and lower. He kissed a line between her breasts, his cheeks brushing softly against them. He felt his hair touching her skin as he kissed lower to a point just beneath her breasts. He kissed underneath her right breast, the hair on his head teasing her nipple. He retraced his kiss and then traveled under her left breast, once again his hair tickling her nipple. He positioned his mouth just above her left nipple and with his tongue drew circle after circle around it, flicking it gently as he did. She felt him blow a cool stream of air, setting her body on fire as her nipple burned and tingled. His mouth then covered her nipple, kissing, licking, sucking and gently nibbling it. He used his tongue to draw a slow line from her left nipple, over her breast, down to her chest and up her right breast to its nipple. His tongue circled her right nipple over and over again and her body burned once more as cool air blew across her nipple. She felt his mouth on her nipple now, his tongue flicking it back and forth, his mouth sucking gently. His mouth left her nipple, leaving her body aching and craving what was yet to come. She felt his lips just below her breasts at the top of her stomach. He kissed a slow straight line down to her belly button. There he used his tongue and mouth to play and tease and tickle her, her muscles tensing and releasing, trying to get away from the assault. He continued his kiss lower, her breathing coming quicker as his mouth neared her pussy. Just above her pussy he angled his kiss so that his lips traveled to the top of her left thigh. Instead of a steady slow kiss to her knee, he kissed lines back and forth across the top of her thigh, each line moving successively lower. He reached her knee and kissed small circles around and around it before he moved lower over the top of her calf toward her foot. He used his tongue to trace the edges of the silk scarf tied around her ankle before kissing and playing with the top of her foot and kissing each toe in succession. She felt the bed move as he shifted his position. He reversed the order of his kisses on her right leg, beginning with each toe in succession, then kissing and playing on the top of her foot. His tongue again traced the edges of the silk scarf tied to her ankle before kissing back and forth across the top of her calf. She was hardly able to control her self, but his words "Don't struggle" came to her and she relaxed as well as she could, her body on fire, her pussy already throbbing, her nipples still hard and tingling. She felt his kisses painting the top of her left thigh, back and forth, inching higher toward her waiting pussy. His lips reached the top of her thigh and she felt his last kiss lift off her singing skin. She felt him shift positions again, lying between her legs now. Her body was practically shaking when she felt his hand on the outside of her left knee and his lips just inside her knee on her thigh. She felt his lips part and his tongue tap her skin gently as his mouth moved up her inner thigh toward her waiting pussy. His lips stopped just where her leg met her body and she felt his breath pass over her pussy, his mouth heading to her right thigh. With his hand on the outside of her thigh he kissed and played down her inner thigh to her knee. She felt his hand at her right ankle, taking hold of the scarf and pulling, releasing her bondage. He repeated this with her left ankle. He knelt between her legs and she felt his hands under her knees coaxing them to bend upward, her feet flat on the bed. He laid down again, his hands sliding under her thighs and hips. She felt his breath on her pussy, then felt small kissing around the edges, teasing and torturing her. A flash of heat traveled over her body as the tip of his tongue brushed her outer lips, tracing them around and around, slowly. She was moving her hips as his tongue slid up and down the groove between her lips, barely dipping inside her, tasting her juices. Her nipples were on fire as he flicked her clit back and forth and then sucked on it, rolling it between his lips. She let out a deep moan as he kissed her pussy as though he were kissing her mouth, parting her lips with his, his tongue probing deep, rubbing her inner walls. She squeezed her pussy around his tongue as he continued his deep passionate kiss. He broke his kiss and then pressed his tongue flat against her pussy, covering it completely. He stroked upwards over and over, the tip of his tongue flicking her clit each time at the top. She felt the roughness of his tongue against her, and rocked her hips in rhythm with his mouth, her pussy throbbing and aching. He felt her squirming under his tongue, her lips and clit swollen and soaking wet. He kissed her pussy deep once again, his tongue probing deeper than before, she grinding her hips as he did. He broke his kiss and she felt him kneel and slide up between her legs, his stomach brushing against her pussy, his breath on her stomach as he moved higher. He lay on top of her briefly, his head on her chest just above her breasts, his arms outstretched, his hands on her forearms. He pulled gently and the silk bondage released easily. She wrapped her arms around him as he did her. In one quick motion, he rolled them both over. She sat up on her knees straddling his stomach. She reached for the blindfold but he took her hands in his, pulling her to him. She kissed his chest as she started to move her hips down his stomach, her throbbing wet pussy rubbing against him. She inched lower and lower until she felt the hardness of his cock against her. She rose up on her knees and she guided his left hand down to his cock. He took it in his hand and used the tip to tease her, sliding it around her lips, rubbing it back and forth across her clit, her body shaking as he did. He placed the tip between her lips, moving it back and forth, easing it in just a bit. He took her hand again and she placed one set on her right hip and the other on her left. Together, they guided her down slowly on his cock; she squeezed her pussy down tightly, as he entered her. Silk Scarves Once she felt him completely inside her, she rotated her hips, grinding them on his cock, feeling him against her inner walls, and squeezing him tightly. Their fingers intertwined, she began to move up and down on his cock, squeezing tight on the way up and releasing on the way down, stroking him with her pussy. He moved his hips, thrusting them slowly to meet her coming down on his cock. She leaned forward, kissing his chest then chin then mouth, passionately and deep as he bent his knees and drove his cock hard and fast inside her. Their tongues danced and played together as he moved his cock harder and faster, her juices covering him and dripping down on his stomach and between his legs. She sat back up, hands still holding tightly, her hips moving faster to meet his hard thrusts, feeling him throbbing inside her, her pussy burning and on fire. They moved together faster, their bodies coming together harder and harder with their hearts pounding, and breath coming short and fast. She was on fire; her legs already beginning to shake, ready to come. She felt him inside her, throbbing knowing he was close to coming too. She concentrated on stroking his cock with her pussy, squeezing and releasing. She could feel him tensing. He put their hands back on her hips, pressing her down hard to meet his cock, hard and fast strokes. She felt him press hard to meet her coming down on him, and he came hard deep inside her. She came with him, squeezing his pulsing cock, milking him and stroking him. Her muscles were burning, her body aching, her pussy throbbing so hard as she came with him. She held him inside her as she fell forward on his chest, holding his hands above his head. He let go of her hands and wrapped his arms around her. She lay on top of him, and slowly their breathing became one as did their heartbeats. She felt his hands behind her head, and the silk blindfold fell from her eyes. She blinked them open slowly, the candlelight still dancing around the room. She looked him in the eyes for the first time that night and smiled. She used her fingers to close his eyes, and kissed each eyelid. She put her head back on his chest, closing her eyes again, feeling the rise and fall of his breath and hearing the soft beating of his heart.