This dry heat is suffocating but it’s supposed to be fantastic for my skin. So I’m here. Sitting in my towel. The cedar benches smell wonderful and the fog is so thick I can barely see my hand in front of my face.
After about five minutes of inhaling the heavy air, I hear the door shut, and then water sizzles on the rocks just before fresh steam fills the air. I can’t see anything, I climb to the top of the benches, and begin to feel my way to the corner to just make myself small and hide. I’ll just wait until I hear this person leave and then I can go out too.
Just as I’m backing myself into the corner I hear a whisper in my ear, “Well hello Darcy.” He drags his teeth along my jawline. He keeps his voice in a very deep baritone whisper, “You’re not going to say a single word. Nod for me if you understand love.” My breath intakes sharply, I look at him and my eyes grow wide when I can finally see through the fog. He looks at me intently, “Darcy.” I nod in agreement.
“That’s my girl. Not a word.” He loosens my towel and sets it aside. He takes a tit in each hand, leans down, gives each nipple a sweet suck with a nibble at the end, pinches them a bit, and pushes me back into the corner of the bench. He reaches into a bag I had not noticed before and retrieves rope. Pulling my knees to my chest and my wrists to my ankles he bound me. I don’t know where he was taught but I was tightly fixed so that my wrists and ankles were knotted to the bench beneath me, my legs splayed wide open. I was totally at his mercy. Exposed. “There’s what I came for. A snack.” He still has fog hiding some of his best features.
His head lowers and drops between my legs. His hand rested on my thighs at first, pressing my legs down, opening me as wide as possible. Suddenly his tongue slides up my pussy, from my arse to my clit, sending bolts of lightening and shooting stars behind my eyes. I begin to moan and let out an “oh fu” when he sharply smacks my clit and severely whispers, “Remember the rules! Not a single fucking word! Do not make me say it again.”
Oh my fucking god that smack. I don’t know what that felt – I’m not certain if it was pain or pleasure or both or different or if I’m totally fucked up because I want him to do it again. I want him to smack it again. I fucking liked it. It felt good. It’s swollen and wet and throbbing and I want fucked and when he smacks it it feels a bit like I’m being pounded so I want him to smack it again. So maybe I’ll make another sound. Maybe I’ll forget. Maybe I need to be punished. I’ll see.
His tongue dives deep inside of me. Fuck it feels so good. I feel like my pussy juice must be dripping down his face. I feel a wee bit guilty but this is all his fucking fault. I was in here first. I struggle just a bit against those fucking ropes, and he fucking bites my clit. Not hard, but Jesus fuck that hurt and felt fucking amazing and god I want to cum all over his face.
And fuck me there he goes with his tongue sliding up my pussy again. I don’t think I can do that much longer. When he slides from my arse to my clit I fucking melt. I’m dripping wet. Suddenly he drives his fingers into me while his circles and he sucks my clit. I can’t stand it any longer and I burst all over him, my pussy juice dripping all over his face. I can hear him lapping me, licking me gently. He begins to fucking moan and squeeze my arse and I feel my eyes rolling back in my head. A low rumble is in my chest and I begin to let a “Fuuu” when I feel a violent pinch on my thigh and hear, “Ruuuules,” in a vicious whisper. I barely breathe after that.
He sits up, my pussy juice on his face, his lips, his tongue. He stands over me, I see how hard he is. He wants me. I see it. I’m not allowed to speak. My hands and ankles are bound. I can’t reach for him. I want to touch him. I’m holding his eyes. I’m looking at his hardness, his eyes, then my pussy. Fuck me.
He rubs his cock. Then he double checks the knots. “Would you like a taste?” He leans down and slides his tongue into my mouth. He tastes like me. “I’m full for now my love. I’ll be back soon. I’ll send someone. You stay here and be a good girl until then.” He leaves me bound. My legs are still wide open however now I am dripping wet with juices and my clit is swollen and throbbing and I’m aching to be properly fucked.
The door closed behind him after he dropped fresh water on the rocks. “What the bloody fucking hell was that? How the fucking hell am I going to get out of here? Who the fucking hell is going to help me? How am I ever going to fucking explain this? I have no fucking way to get in touch with anyfuckingone. This is fucking madness!” I scream at the top of my lungs. I begin to breathe a tiny bit quicker. I know I need to calm down or I’m going to have a panic attack.
I could feel tears begin to sting my eyes even though my clit was still throbbing and I would give almost anything to have my hand free to touch myself. Unexpectedly, Daddy’s voice cuts through the dense fog in the room, “That was quite a show Darcy. Quite a show. If you are a good girl maybe you can watch it later. Your pussy is gorgeous on camera. Oh, and that smack. That is – well – kitten that is a money shot.” I’m staring at him in pure shock. What the fuck is going on? Daddy has been here watching this the entire time? I don’t understand.
Daddy is now standing in front of me, staring down. My lips part as I begin to speak and he immediately hushes me, “Fucking rules Darcy. You have one goddamn rule. You are fucking bound to make everything else impossible for you to do. One. Goddamn. Rule. Just don’t fucking speak.”
My eyes are so wide I fear the lids may stick tucked back into my head. My heart is pounding, I can feel beads of perspiration standing on arms, on my nose, my cheekbones, trickling down my back. I’m actually a little bit fucking scared and it is so fucking hot. Deep down I know I’m safe but this is scary and it’s an amazing turn on. My nipples feel like they could cut glass and it has to be 140 degrees in this sauna.
Daddy’s eyes boring into mine are making me almost writhe. Without ever looking away from me he drives two fingers into me, wiggles them gently, finding my spot and deftly softly pressing – manipulating – my spot to watch me drop like a leaf, like a table without their legs, like a whore in an alley – his whore in his alley anywhere. His absolutely anywhere. Then as abruptly he stepped back slightly, licking his fingers, tasting and swallowing me – he didn’t share.
“You are staying here. You my sweet little beautiful dirty tattered fucking fairy are a dirty fucking whore.” He breathed in deeply, held his breath for what felt like a very long time and then let out a long, long sigh. “You are staying here until Rose finds you. Most likely that will be at close this evening.” My eyes are pleading with him to not do this. Not leave me like this – bound, exposed, alone. “Now kitten, let me check these….” he leans over me as he inspects the binds making certain the knots haven’t loosened in any of the movements so far. They haven’t. I’m secure. “My kitten is tightly in her ties. We wouldn’t want you running away. Those of us that want to play with you my love. You are a valuable kitten. Bidding is getting higher.” I don’t really understand.
“Rose will find you kitten. She will bring you home my love. Do watch for her though, I believe she has had her eye on you for a bit now.” I look at Daddy with confusion. “Also, there will be others coming in and out. My suggestion is stay very quiet lest you never know what fate…. They are men after all. And frankly there are some women kitten.”
He and I will be inspecting your pussy and clit after Rose delivers you home. We will expect a full account if anything seems amiss – from both of you.
A pussy and clit inspection. Daddy. Him. Maybe Rose. This is because I’m a dirty tattered fucking fairy whore?
I’m going to moan so I have my clit smacked.