He woke up, the silence deafening, the darkness surrounding him. He heard nothing, and when he reached across the bed, she was gone. Where had she gone? Fear pricked his spine… memories of the last time she disappeared in the darkness came to his mind. Memories of the last time she returned brought a fresh feeling of terror, making the hairs on the back of his neck rise. He waited, for her footfalls to break the silence, for the sound of her breath to alert him of her impending approach.
“Baby.” Her voice scared him afresh. He swore sometimes she slithered. She got more stealthy every time she wanted to “play” with him. “Baby, are you awake?” Did he dare answer her? Of course, if he remained quiet, she would just find a way to awaken him. “I’m awake.” At the sound of those two words, she practically purred in contentment. He heard the soft sounds of rustling fabric, mixed with the occasional clink of metal, as she reached into her “toy box” for the spices she would add to the night’s entertainment. He never knew what was coming. He didn’t dare ask. The suspense was almost enough to cause his complete arousal, but he struggled to contain himself, for he knew that she would not approve.
“You know what happens first, right, lover?” She spoke those words in that bedroom voice that had first drawn him to her, as she tied a silken blindfold around his eyes. Her voice was like caramel sauce, sweet and smooth, and made you desperate for more, as soon as you had gotten your first sample. Next, his hands were bound, first together, and then to the headboard. As she tied him, she was humming a sweet little tune, that would have made him smile, had he not known what was underneath all that sweet innocence. The shackles around his ankles were cold and brutally sharp, but he didn’t utter a sound as she put them on, and then fastened them to the bed frame. These were different from the ones she had used before, and he wondered, as he did every time, what else lived in that box of pain in the corner of the room. Her “toys” were not the sort that one begged to play with, at least he never did. She took tremendous pleasure in her games though, and he only wanted to see her satisfied.
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