Not Forgotten

She wanted him to tie her up.

“I need to feel the biting on my wrists, I need to feel the pressure, I need to feel the security, I need to feel the control, the worry, and the weight of life melt away,” she told him.

I need to feel the trust I have in you. A physical presence.

I need. Is what she thought to herself.

Want is what she had at first.

The want began to transition into a need and began to envelop her.

The need and want to be had become a burning desire and was going to be fulfilled.

He bound her to the chair.

Each wrist tethered to its matching knee.

Each leg was tied to a chair’s leg.

Her chest and torso married to the back of the chair tight enough that she could breathe but still restricted full chest expansion.

The blindfold surprised her. It wasn’t unpleasant, just unexpected. She was reluctant at first when he took her sense of sight away.

“Sir, please,” came out more of a moan than a plead.

He sealed his lips against hers, assuring her that she was safe, wanted, and not forgotten.

It became dark.

The blindfold was tight.

The pressure of the blindfold was nearing the point of making her see stars.

Somehow, he knew when to stop.

He knew how far to go.

He knew what she needed.

The gasp she made when the chair lifted off of the floor put a smile on his face. He knew she would not expect to be lifted. He knew that she could feel the bite, the security, the pressure to the fullest when she had no control or ability to touch the floor.

She could hear him.

She could smell the musky scent of his body soap and the work of the day.

She could feel him as he walked around and stood in front of her, and felt his presence lean in, kiss her lips, her cheek, and her neck.

He flicked his tongue on her earlobe then cup it and guide it between his lips. She purred as she felt his hot breath warm the side of her face as she sucked, and nibbled on her earlobe.

“You need to know that you are seen and not forgotten.” He whispered in her ear.

“Yes sir.” She moaned.

Suddenly she felt him step away. He was so quiet, she had no idea if he was still by her or had left her alone.

She did not know how long she had been suspended, levitated, elevated. But just as she began to think she was alone, she heard his voice.

“You are not forgotten.”

He could not have been three feet away. She felt warmth and energy enter her body as his hands rubbed the inside of her thighs. He reached her slit and inserted a finger into her wet lips, as he kissed her. He gave her a little peck then pulled away.

Hungrily she opened her mouth, searching for his. Greedily she tried to open her legs and push her wanting hole towards him. But the ropes held her firmly.

“How could he be so quiet?” She wondered after the surge of her want began to abate slightly.

“Had he been standing that close to her the entire time? Maybe he had not been that close. He could have been in another room, or across the room watching her.” She thought.

But, how could he be so quiet?

She had read in stories that while wearing a blindfold, the other senses become heightened. Each touch, sound, taste, and smell magnifies without the ability to see. With the memory of his touch still creating goosebumps on her skin and the taste of his mouth in hers, she concentrated on her sense of hearing. She tried to hear a slight creak from the floorboards because of his footstep, his breathing, or his hand brushing against a wall.

She could hear nothing but the birds outside or an occasional car drive by.

“How long did he plan on keeping me like this,” she wondered, “How long has it been since he touched me? Has it been twenty minutes, an hour, or only five minutes?”

She felt herself moan on the inside. The yearning for his lips on hers, his hand gripping her skin, or his fingers entering her with the amount of force he wanted. Using the amount of pressure he knew she needed with each thrust.

She felt her juices wet her thighs while she thought of his touch. In her mind’s eye, she could see the wooden chair seat began to glisten with her moist needs.

“What if that was all he was going to give me,” she thought, “what if he was edging me for a later time, or what if I am being punished for telling him I wanted him to tie me up and he didn’t want me to tell him what to do?”

She could feel the tears begin to well in her eyes. She didn’t want to upset him and make him feel obligated to tie her up. She knew that he would do what she wanted because he wanted to please her and give her whatever she wanted, but she wanted him to have that desire and want also.

Just as her breathing began to become short gasps and the tears formed, she felt his hands on each side of her face. Comfort surged through her with the hands that have given her so much pleasure.

“You are not forgotten.” He said, softly.

Before she could think of how she could not hear or feel him approach her, he began to take her with a pang of savage hunger. His tongue hungrily entered her mouth as he sealed his lips on hers and began to steal her breath.

She felt him pull her pull, pinch, and rub her nipples until they became hard, peaked mounds of erotic flesh.

Her clit felt the percussive pounding every time his hand pushed his finger deep into her. He was being forceful, yet not painful.

She heard her wet response as her lover took what he wanted. She felt that she was losing herself in the moment and did not stop the feeling. She could not stop the feeling if she tried.

As she reached her climax, she pulled her mouth away from his and let out a deep and long moan. She felt her body shake uncontrollably at the sensation. She began to relax then immediately gasped when she heard a strong buzzing sound then felt a vibrator pressed against her clit.

Instantly she crossed the threshold of ecstasy again. She could feel his teeth on her neck, biting and marking her as his. Tilting her head back he kissed, licked, and bit her neck under her chin. The surge hit her again unexpectedly as she felt his hand land with a firm swack on her outer thigh.

“Oh, love…oh sir…I can’t,” She said then felt the vibrator enter her.

Two more orgasms he took from her. He knew she needed the release, he knew how much she could give. She knew how much she needed to give them and she knew how much he wanted them from her.

Her head sagged as he lowered her.

Her lips grinned as he released the last rope.

Her eyes danced as he removed the blindfold.

He picked her up, cradled her, and whispered in her ear, “You are not forgotten,” as he carried her to the shower.