Silently Bound a short story (scene writing)Original version

Silently Bound

Without knocking, I open the door then enter, shrugging off my coat and trainers in the hall.

Without saying a word, I enter the front room, you are there kneeling, the position, blindfold already in place.

The lights are off and the room is dimly lit by several candles that flicker and cast dancing shadows across the room.

I drop my bag; it thuds to the floor; you know I am there you heard me enter but I say nothing, your head remains bowed.

With a clatter, I deliberately drop the piece of bamboo to the floor next to her, brought specially for tonight’s tie, you flinch slightly from the sudden clatter.

Walking around you, admiring you and seeing that you are naked not even wearing panties, I smile approvingly a lust building within me.

I throw down several lengths of rope around her. You can hear them hitting the floor (is that a smirk I see on your lips)

I kneel behind her grabbing a slender wrist placing it behind her, holding her as if already tied, she is probably thinking that maybe it is Ichinawa I have in mind for tonight.

But then I pull your arm out, you feel the cold press of the bamboo across your breasts; you feel me press the bamboo and then your hand into place, as I wrap the binding around your wrist.

You recognise this movement you have felt many times before, a small knowing smile crosses your lips (I used a quick release (important later)

Winding the length of rope around your arm and the bamboo until I reach your other wrist, I then bind that one as well.

Then securing the bamboo firmly across your chest, running the rope over your shoulders so that it will not move.

I remove a ball gag from my bag – this one has holes in it to let you breathe, securing it firmly in place so you cannot manoeuvre it out. (You are probably wondering about the holes)

Still, I have not said a word.

I bind both legs with simple futomomo ties, before securing them to the bamboo, pulling them apart and opening you up, exposing that most beautiful pussy mound, as always smooth, shaven glistening.

This pleases me.

Securing the rope over your shoulders and to your back wraps, making sure the legs cannot drop or pull loose.

I leave the room.. you hear the door close.

Coming back a few minutes later, dropping something heavy on the floor, you hear the plug as it is plugged into the socket and the hum of your favourite toy; there is that smile again.

She Feels my tongue as it gently licks, pressing you back, so I can reach the little pink bud of your sweet arse, I spit, and you feel the wetness dribbling down your cheeks, a finger gently presses, teasing, pressing, entering then something cold, something a metal, something? Your butt plug! but no, that not what it is…

I place the wand gently on the lips of your now wet cunt, turning it on, set low, not too intense, then unexpectantly you feel something bite inside you and start to build, you realise that I have put a E-Stim probe in your butt; you wiggle you moan, as I increase the intensity, there is nothing you can do.

I slap your face for moving too much then place my hand over your mouth and nose cutting off your ability breath.

You feel my cock pressing against your now sopping wet lips, you feel me thrust fully in, one swift, violent movement. You know I am not going to be gentle; you struggle to gasp but you have not the breath.

I keep my hand over her mouth. You fear it has been too long; you are feeling faint, gasping, trying to breathe, Still, I am relentlessly thrusting into you; you fear he might forget to let you breathe.

But then suddenly the hand is gone, relief, but no you feel it slip about your neck, I am squeezing but you feel that you can breathe a little between gasps for air and of pleasure.

The stinging in your butt continues but you do not care, you just want me to continue fucking you, fucking her, deep, you want to feel me come. You want to hear the cries of pleasure; I release.

Yet still, I am Silent…

I continue to mercilessly pound away and thrust away, now no longer choking, nor controlling your breathing and gasps with my hands.

Then I stop. I pull away; you feel the probe removed, hear the vibrator buzzing stop.

You think now, now he is going to fuck your arse, knowing that I have always wanted to and never having done so.

No, not this time either.

You hear a small groan, slip past my control, I had been silent all this time, (but my orgasm is too strong to control completely) then you feel my cock, as I press it against your lips you feel the wet warmth, as I come on your mouth and on the ball gag (realisation, you know why the hole now)

I hold your chin, so you cannot turn your head while I finish cumming.

Keeping your head held up, I release your legs and pull the quick release ties I used on your wrists.

I stand, grab my phone, take one picture of your face, my spunk slowly dripping through the holes in the gag.

Still, I have not said a word.

Saying nothing, I leave the room. A few minutes later you hear the front door open then close.

You lay there feeling used, still bound, but knowing you can work yourself free soon.

He left his rope, he will be back, you think to yourself...

But not today. Today I was just his little rope slut.