Sharing is caring – from her perspective

I was aroused from my sleep by a hand gently stroking my cheek, followed by the light brush of lips kissing my forehead. This affectionate awakening brought a smile to my face. The sensation of being loved flooded into my veins, coursing from my fingertips to my toes.

However, moments later, without so much as a sound and before I could open my eyes, hands gripped my head. A blindfold was roughly forced over my face. Then I was then hauled from the warm sleeping bag and tent which I had blissfully entered only a few hours previously. Any previous sensations were brutally replaced with adrenaline, panic and the sound of my heart beating rapidly in my ears.

Blind and confused, I was dragged out of the tent, and on to my knees. Instantly, my breath was taken away by the cold night air on my skin and the cool, damp forest floor beneath me. Without warning, the nightdress I wore, which offered little respite from the biting chill, was literally torn from my body.

The sound of threads tearing hung in the trees, intermingled with a screaming which realised was coming from me; although I couldn’t tell if it was out in the world or just within my own head.

Tears rose behind the blindfold as I fought to regain control of myself. Somewhere the rational part of my brain was trying to calm me down, give me a moment to think. Something was familiar about this scene, but I needed time.

Before I could process anything else, I felt a breath on my face and the soft familiar scent of his skin entered my nostrils. A memory of a conversation months previously exploded into my mind. We had talked about this on the phone. We had been joking around and telling each other about the fantasies we enjoyed most. This had been his, which had subsequently become mine once told; I knew now why I found this familiar.

As the memory struck me, my instincts relaxed. Turning the deluge of fear to relief, mixed with excitement and nervousness.

Then he whispered into my ear. “They will be coming for you soon. You need to be ready…”

With that, he took my hand, stood me up and placed a garment over my head. I was still blindfolded but didn’t need to see to know what it looked like. During our conversation, he had described what I would wear. Described, how the sheer lace dress would cover me but do nothing to hide the darkness between my thighs or prevent my erect nipples from so obviously standing to attention in the brisk forest air.

Stood quietly now, I put my hand between my legs and it was instantly soaked. The sudden knowledge of how beautiful and sexy I appeared to him at this very moment, the swift turn in my emotions and my excitement for what was coming were all having an impact. Not wanting to leave this moment just yet, but unable to help myself, I put my fingers to my mouth and sucked my juices from them, I savoured the tart taste, wanting him to join in.

However, true to our fantasy and the bigger game at play, he resisted. He took my hand from my mouth and placed it by my side. Putting his hand on my shoulder, he guided me carefully past our tent and across the forest clearing, no doubt flooded with light from the full moon.

We reached the trees on the other side. He placed my back against one. With arms by my sides, I now felt a rope pull my waist and wrists tight against the tree. It was then looped around the tree and I twice more; crossing my body at my sternum just below my breasts then across my shoulders just above my breasts. My upper body was now tight to the tree with my legs free.

With senses still somewhat heightened from my earlier awakening, I heard the echo of his voice in my head, “They will be coming soon”. I wondered how long I would have to wait. It wasn’t long.

After a short while of trying to ignore the cold, with my body attuning to the night around me, I caught a faint smell of aftershave. Suddenly there was a hand between my legs and someone bit my neck. Hard!

A deep voice with a slight London accent muttered into my ear “‘ello darling, you’re ours now…” with that, rough fingers pushed their way into my pussy and a hand tightened around my throat!

I knew I was already wet and as my mind raced at the sensation of being strangled and finger fucked by a stranger, I can only imagine how much wetter I became!