I awaken again to darkness, but this time its due to a blindfold that has been secured over my eyes. I reach up to remove it, but my arms are secured tightly as I seem to be sprawled out. Even my legs are held fast by straps. I’m unable to move at all. So I lay in darkness tied down, and from the feel of the gentle breeze, still naked.

The moments pass by and I believe I am alone for there is no sound about me. Would it make any sense for me to call out? So I remain silent. The place that I lay feels soft under my naked body, and the room smells of candle smoke and vanilla. The same vanilla that I experienced before but without the smell of leather.

With out warning my foot is being tickled. My leg jerks against the restraints from the surprised sensation against my skin. The restraints dig into my leg, but a soft hand on my leg pushes it back down. I feel that same tickling sensation move up my leg as if my flesh was being teased with. A feather. The feeling moves past my knee and up my thigh. I can’t help but get aroused at the gentle touch, my cock awakens and grows denying my mind ordering it not to.

My whole body jolts and I break my silence with a quick grunt of protest as a hand firmly grabs me by the cock. The other hand pushes down on my chest to put an end to my protest. The hand is not gentle nor rough, but rather firm and demanding, telling me that you are in control. My cock throbs as blood flows through it and your hand pulls at it bringing to its full attention. I groan at the feelings that are welling up in me. I’m not sure if I should try to fight or remain still but fighting the restraints seems to get me no where. So I try to remain still and calm.

The grip on my cock loosens lightly as the hand on my chest roams across my body before returning to my chest to pinch my nipple hard between two fingers. A sensation of pleasure and pain flows between my nipple and cock like a pulse of lightning. My nerves are fully awaken to the touch.

With out warning, the hand holding my penis lets go only to take grasp of my balls instead. I writhe in pain as they are squeezed together for a few seconds, then released over and over again. It hurts but is erotic in its own right. I feel like I am going to cum just from the sensation of pain and pleasure, but it must have been sensed, because suddenly I am released from the tight grasp and the hand on my chest is removed. I’m left breathing heavy and confused from the sensations that I feel.

Moments later after my body calms back down, two gentle hands fall are on my shoulders as I feel the bed that I am on get pushed down by the weight of someone climbing on next to me. With the assistance of my shoulders, the same body. Climbs on top of me. I can feel thighs against my sides and can feel that they are wrapped tightly in fishnets, and it has me wondering if this is the same temptress that found me worthy in the dark room.

The hands on my shoulders move down my chest and belly before being placed on each side of me holding your weight. I sense movement, but it isn’t until my nipple is bitten down upon that I realize why you have moved. I bite my lip to keep from letting out a sound, but it doesn’t muffle my pain as I try to pull away, but your bite holds on without ceasing. It isn’t until I stop fighting that you lighten your bite, and replace your teeth with the tip of your tongue, teasing my nipple out of its pain.

One of your hands falls on my side and nails rake their way across my body leaving a burning trail as you move on to my other nipple to give it the same treatment as the previous. All the time, your legs are pulled in tight against my frame, and your hips move your weight in gyrating patterns on my cock. Only a thin piece of material separates you from me as you grind against my cock.

After what seems like an eternity, but yet just a brief moment, you sit up giving my nipples a rest. Your hands move up beside my head, and as you rest your weight on one side you start to remove my blind fold with one hand, untying the long piece of fabric and pulling it way. My eyes quickly adjust to the candle light in the room, and I quickly try to see who it is that throttles my body. To see who it is that has caused me so much pain and pleasure. The suspense is unreal as I try to focus my eyes on you.

The same mask is obscures your face, but I can tell it is you. With your red lips, and provocative eyes, I can tell that my temptress today is the same as in the other room. I can’t help but be taken aback by your beauty and intrigued by your possession of me. I study your eyes, but I still can’t place if I know you or not.

Even though the mask is the same, the outfit you wear has changed. This time you are in a red corset covered in black lace, but your breasts are free and exposed. Your nipples are hard, but its not because the room is cold. The skin of your breasts looks silky smooth, and begs to be touched, but I can’t as my restraints remind me so.

I go to speak “who are you”, but you take the blindfold in between both hands and force it down on my mouth like a gag, to prevent me from speaking or moving my head even the slightest. Your hands pulled tight on each side of my head. The material cuts at the corners of my lips, and I can’t speak. You bend down and bring your face close to mine, before you whisper “shh, don’t speak” and then your tantalizing red lips press firmly against mine, stealing a kiss.

You let up on the gag as you readjust it so its not in my mouth, but now around my neck. I try to speak again, but you pull the cloth tightly around my neck and the words wont escape my lips.

Finally, you let up the pressure and I fight for a breath as the blood returns to my face as you speak to me, “don’t you know who I am.” I shake my head no as I try to discern where I would know you. “It’s me Maria” you state as you pull off the mask.

I study your face and then I finally see it. “Maria, but how, why, what’s is all of this?” I struggle to understand, but you place a finger on my lips and whisper in my ear. “Don’t speak unless I tell you too, or I will have to gag you again.” Your lips replace your finger kissing me softly, your lips smooth as silk and as sweet as honey.

You climb off of me and stand next to the bed that I am strapped to, and with your back to me, your ass as perfect as can be in a small string of a thong, you look over your shoulder and say “All your questions will be answered in due time.”