You, The Captive

I walk up to you, taking in the sight of your blindfolded, bound form on my work table. Your breasts,so exquisite are heaving, struggling against the ropes holding you down. Your mouth is gagged, a 3 inch dildo gag to prepare you for what is to come. Upon my entrance into the basement your ears perked up; you know that someone is there. Immediately you begin screaming, the sounds muffled by the gag.

“Now now, you know I told you to stay quiet for me, you don’t want to get hurt, do you?” I ask, moving slowly toward a table next to your naked, struggling body. “I worked so very hard to get you here after all, the least you can do is cooperate.” I say, picking up one of my instruments, a 4 inch butt plug. Your struggles increase ten fold, flailing this way and that, desperate to be free. I lay a hand upon your left breast, delighting in the way your entire body stiffens up with such simple contact. I begin to roll your nipple in my fingers, almost absentmindedly as I continue to search through my tools for the perfect way to begin. You are squirming now, as my fingers begin to work upon your breast. I tease the nipple for a full minute, pinching and flicking,caressing and massaging, and then I move to the right breast to begin the process anew.

“Ah, perfect.” I say, as your squirming increases. I pick up a 5 inch dildo, examining it while continuing my ministrations. “I notice that you are not fighting against my touch as much as you were when I entered, indeed you almost seem to welcome my playful teasing of your breasts. Well now, are we getting turned on by this?” I ask, slowly moving my hand down your breast, stomach, and finally, to your pussy. I slowly work your lower lips open, marveling in the feeling of your thrashing, renewed once again at the thought of touching your lower body so intimately. I work my finger around your lips, delicately brushing your clit along the way, which elicits a brief, involuntary moan of what I can only assume to be pleasure. Then, I work my finger into your pussy, reveling in the way my finger is consumed by the tight hole.

“Well, and here I thought I had an unwilling participant, and yet your body seems to want something else entirely.” I say, working my finger in and out of your pussy, causing you to scream into your gag, something obscene no doubt. “Well now, do you have something to say to me?” I ask, pulling my finger out of your pussy and moving toward your upper body. I reach around your head, and unstrap the gag forced into your mouth. I pull the dildo out, and you cough and sputter, before turning your blindfolded eyes at me.