She Awoke With A Start
Part 2
Shortly, however, the same door opened and she heard the light click of
footsteps on the stair treads, like a woman with stilettos on, she thought, with
a chill feeling in her heart.
The footsteps approached her kneeling form, and the blindfold was removed.
Blinking in the light, Laura saw a lady standing in front of her. She was
petite, slim with short dark hair, probably in her early twenties. She wore
stockings and high heels, along with a tiny leather g-string, her small, pert
breasts were bare and in her hands she carried a tray.
She uttered no sound, but knelt gracefully and put the tray on the floor. Laura
stared down at its contents before returning her gaze to the girl.
There was a glass of orange juice, and a large bowl of what appeared to be a
stew. In addition, there was a small velvet make-up bag.
The ball-gag was removed, and Laura gratefully exercised her cramped mouth.
The girl picked the orange juice up and offered it to Laura's lips. She drank
gratefully, only realising at that moment just how thirsty she was. The girl
patiently allowed her to drink the liquid in her own time, tipping the glass
forward when she sensed that Laura could swallow more. Once the glass was
finished, the slave girl pushed the tray with its appetising stew towards to
Laura. It was obvious that the girl expected Laura to consume it, but there was
no knife or fork, and in any case Laura's hands were still secured behind her
back.
Laura realised that she would be expected to eat it like an animal. She thought
of refusing, but common sense told her to consume it any way she could, as she
did not know when she would be fed again.
She was still attached to the floor by the chain through her wrists, but with a
considerable amount of wriggling she managed to drop her head down enough to eat
the meal. She could not keep it from dripping down her chin, and at one point,
even her nose became covered in the gravy.
At last she was finished, and she struggled back into her kneeling position. Her
face was sticky and uncomfortable, and she was grateful when the girl,
carefully, almost reverently, wiped her face with a napkin.
"Who are you ?" asked, Laura, "are you a slave, too ?"
The girl made no sound, but held her index finger in front of her lips, Laura
realised that the girl was either mute, or more likely, she had been ordered not
to speak.
Laura badly wanted an answer to many questions, but the girl was presumably
under threat of punishment, so Laura decided not to badger her into a response.
The petite slave girl picked up the velvet bag and once again knelt in front of
her. Laura realised that she was completely devoid of make up, and thought
grimly to herself that if she'd known she was going to be abducted she would
have made herself up.
The girl, carefully avoiding eye contact, proceeded to comb the captive's hair,
put on blusher, eye shadow, and finally apply a very attractive shade of
lipstick. Laura noticed that the cosmetics were a very expensive brand.
She found the girl's attention and care was soothing, she could smell the girl's
perfume, and the shampoo used on her hair. A wave of gratitude swept over her,
and when the girl's pretty face came near, she kissed her cheek. The girl's eyes
met hers briefly, and she gave a shy smile, even blushing slightly.......
As the other slave carefully gathered things together on the tray , Laura
noticed that under the leather g-string she wore she could see the end of a
dildo or a vibrator inserted deep in her cunt. It was only apparent when the
girl turned sideways.
Sexual excitement bubbled up in Laura, heightened by the fact that as the girl
turned her back to take her leave, she could see that her tiny, shapely buttocks
were criss-crossed with red stripes. It would also appear that the girl's ass
was stuffed in a similar manner to her cunt, as Laura could make out the end of
a plastic plug, held captive there by the thong of the g-string. No wonder she
moved slowly and carefully, though Laura.
Her sharp footsteps retraced their way up the stairs, and once again Laura was
alone.
She didn't have too wait too long before the opening of the heavy door signalled
that someone was coming down the stairs. This time it sounded like a man, and
sure enough her captor appeared. He was wearing a long, thick towelling robe,
and looked as if he had just stepped out of the shower. He examined her
critically, tilting his head to one side as he studied her face.
"Mmm..... that's better, you're attractive without make-up, but even more
with...."
These words surprised her, she didn't think he would be likely to compliment
her, but her he was flattering her. She remained passive, silent, perhaps it was
just a ploy to get her co-operation, she thought.
He stepped closer, she could smell the soap he'd used and the after-shave, it
was her favourite brand, in fact, she had bought her last boyfriend some for his
birthday.
Her gaoler was attractive, she had to admit, not overtly handsome, but he had an
air of quiet authority about him.
He slowly undid the towelling robe. She tried not to look, but couldn't help
herself.
His cock was level with her eyes, it was a healthy specimen, she had to admit,
thick and long, it bobbed as he stepped even nearer to her, completely filling
her vision.
It was plain what he intended her to do. She weighed up the options, if she
refused to suck him, he would undoubtedly punish her. On the other hand, she did
not want to give in too easily, although, she discovered that her pussy appeared
to be giving the game away, it felt wet and ready. Damn her desires! She had to
admit, she loved sucking cock.....
She thought that a little negotiation might be worth attempting and said
"What are you going to do with me...you realise this is kidnapping...".
He replied, "if you behave yourself , I will return you to your house safe and
unharmed"
"How can I believe you" she responded.
"You'll have to trust me," he said ......"now suck!"
She was a little reassured at these words, but she had no way to know he would
honour them.
With that he thrust his hips forward , his manner precluded any refusal on her
part, and much to her surprise she obediently opened her mouth to receive him.
It tasted gorgeous, she had to admit, her pussy was sending her signals to suck
it for all she was worth, to give him pleasure. But the other side of her
advised her to do the bare minimum and bring him off as quickly as possible.
What tipped the balance in favour of her desire, was the fact that he began to
tenderly caress her face, as her mouth and tongue did its work. In fact he
seemed to enjoy it so much that he began to hold her by her hair to ensure that
his member stayed deep within her hot mouth. Moans were emanating from her
throat at the sheer unbridled eroticism of the act, she realised that her lust
had totally won her over, and with a final sigh of resignation started to move
her mouth up and down his cock as much as her kneeling bondage would allow.
She was pleased by his response he was moaning now, jerking his hips and several
times she had to stifle a gag reflex, so deep was he thrusting inside her.
Her jaw was beginning to ache from her efforts, but she sensed he was fast
approaching orgasm and so did her best to ignore the discomfort, his climax
becoming her only purpose.
He gave a wild cry, and a jet of white spunk shot from his cock. Some squirted
in her mouth but the rest went over her face. She gasped in surprise at the
sheer volume, it was over her cheeks, her chin, even her hair.
Slowly he came down to earth, he kept his dwindling cock in her mouth, making it
clear that she was to lick it clean. Running her tongue around his glans, she
lapped up every drop, even dipping her tongue in the slit at the end, where
fresh spunk continued to ooze.
He removed his cock from her mouth, and drew the robe around himself. He quickly
bent and kissed her forehead, the only part of her face that had not been
anointed by his ejaculation. She closed her eyes at this tender moment, but when
she opened them he was gone, the now familiar sound of his feet on the stairs
signified his exit.
Her face was still covered in semen, and she had no way of removing it.
Did he intend her to remain like this, his emission drying on her ?
She dropped her head, eyes still closed, but a slight movement caused her to
open them in surprise. It was the slave girl, again, she must have come into the
room at the same time as her master left, there had been no signal of her
approach, as she was barefoot. The girl was completely naked, she could see that
the girl was shaven, and her pussy looked pink and moist. Laura with a start
realised how attractive it looked, her session with her master had not brought
her relief, it had only made her more aroused.
The girl knelt before her, and at first Laura thought the girl was going to kiss
her, but instead she put her mouth close to Laura's spunk soaked face and
proceeded to lick it off.
Laura closed her eyes in pleasure, not only was the girl removing the rapidly
drying substance, but once again, her attentive, affectionate manner was having
it's effect on Laura. She moaned as the girl's tongue and lips caressed her
face. It was too much, as her lips came close to Laura's she managed to engage
her in a kiss. It was returned with passion, even some of his spunk being
exchanged between their mouths. Laura had little experience of another woman,
and found that they her kisses were delicate, like a butterfly on a flower, and
she became lost in the moment, her confinement forgotten as she eagerly
continued to enjoy the girl's mouth.
The girl's delicate hands found Laura's breasts and caressed them lightly,
stroking and touching her nipples. She wanted to return the girl's embrace, but
the infernal bondage prevented that. Her hands opened and closed behind her
back, signalling the depth of her arousal.
