Two by two, hands of blue.
Um. Where is this from?
Just, uh.
Just wondering…
abduction
Siiigh.
Bye bye, camping season.
He knows that defiance is just the most honest, most precious manifestation of fear.
How I wish we could pull this off.
Craftsmate claims The Prodigy says she’d getaway drive,
provided I wear a seatbelt.
Can this happen soon, please?
Trapped, Part 10
In the morning, Switch kept me tied up a bit longer. “I’m savoring this,” he said when I protested, “I’m enjoying you being my hostage while it lasts.”
I was surprisingly not sore at all from having my arms tied in front of me all night and the blindfold had stayed in place. The morning was spent teasing me a bit more, mostly just through false threats and some more groping.
Eventually, he let me go by rolling me onto my back and untying my wrists. I removed the blindfold and leaned up, kissing him deeply.
“You clever jerk,” I shook my head, “I can’t believe you pulled this off.” I was still adjusting back to the light as he cuddled up beside me.
Switch chuckled and shrugged, “I just got really into it. There’s something about just taking you like that that makes me want to do it again.”
I smirked, “promise?”
Trapped, Part 8
I was still regaining my composure when Switch climbed onto the bed and pushed my breasts together. My boobs are literally just big enough to get fucked but small enough to sort of make the process a challenge.
I told him that if he untied my hands and took the blindfold off, I could help him. But, Switch just replied, “no, you just stay as you are and let me take what I need.”
The more I recovered from the ice play, the rougher he used me. He had his cock so far in the back of my throat when he came that I barely had the option not to swallow.
He released my legs and retied my arms behind my back. Still blindfolded, I was pulled up against him and practically cradled as he lifted a bottle of water to my lips. Confessedly, I enjoyed this degree of dependence.
When I had finished drinking, he removed the towel from the bed and laid me back down, climbing in beside me.
“Aren’t you going to untie me?” I asked.
He chuckled, “I think you’re forgetting I took you. You’re mine now until I decide to let you go.”
Trapped, Part 6
When Switch returned, I heard a crack beside me, a hollow noise, and then the click of something being set down beside me on the bedside table. I groaned around my panties and tilted my head to the side, despite being unable to see what he was doing anyway. He pulled my panties from my mouth and said, “I’ve got a little surprise for you, give it a kiss.” Something cold touched my mouth and my eyes widened behind the blindfold when the felt the cool water drip down my lips. It was an ice cube.
He moved the ice cube away from my mouth. It was a hot night and it was dripping fast. He positioned it over my back and let the freezing drops hit my skin for a few moments before running it right down my spine. I gasped hard, my body stiffened, my hands clenched into fists. As he circled it around my shoulder blades, I was torn between trying to move myself closer to it and trying to avoid the chill that burned down to my bones.
He moved it down to my tailbone and let go of it, allowing it to slide between my buttocks, over my slit, onto my clit, then down to what I now had deduced was a towel between me. He did it over and over as I gasped, squealed, begged, moaned, and squirmed fruitlessly. I cried out as he rubbed the last little sliver of it against my clit until it melted. The pain was indescribably intense, yet unbearably erotic. I knew I was soaked.
He wiped his hand on my ass and chuckled, “ready for number two, baby?"
I braced myself as I heard the crack of another cube being removed from the tray.
Trapped, Part 5
It felt like an hour had passed by the time I heard the door opening. I strained to look over my shoulder through the darkness as Switch crossed the room. I heard him suck something through a straw, set a cup down on the table, followed by a bag. I groaned and pulled back on the belts once more. There was no give.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured when I realized he wasn’t about to acknowledge me. “I’m very sorry.”
Switch walked back over to the bed, “I bet you are.” He reached down between my legs. I shivered at his touch. “You’re wet, you shameless little whore. Here you are asking me to let you go, you’re enjoying this.”
I blushed and turned my head away from him. He moved his fingers up to my mouth. “Let’s try this again. Lick it off.” My face was flushed as I licked my wetness from his fingers. “You taste that?” he asked as I did, “that’s the taste of a kidnapped slut who’s enjoying herself.”
Switch reached over to the bedside table and looped a blindfold over my eyes. He knotted it tightly and adjusted it, ensuring that I could not see despite the darkness. A few moments later, I felt the fabric of my panties being forced into my mouth. I resisted a bit, but he managed to push them in.
“Now, I’m sure you won’t mind if I have a bite to eat before I get back to you,” he grabbed my face, shaking my head slightly, “be a good girl and maybe I’ll let you go soon."