"Lay down on that bed and spread your arms and legs," he ordered, pointing to the bed that was covered in red silk in the centre of the room but up against the wall, "make sure your arms and legs get as close to the corners of the bed as possible."

I do as I'm told to avoid worse punishments, "how interesting," I comment, thinking out loud. He ignores my comment, taking ropes from his ready and equipped belt and ties up my arms and legs to the bed posts in each corner. As he tightens the last knot on my right wrist, it pinches my skin and I whimper, "ow, ow! That's tight."

He frowns and furrows his eyebrows, "want me to loosen it?" he asks.

I shrugged as best I could, "if you want to, I'm not fussy." 

"Then it stays how it is," he smirks. I pause and soon ask what he's going to do next. "Hmm... any ideas?" he asked me, clueless.

I smirked at him, "yes, I do have a few ideas but i'm not going to say anything."

He sighed, "then it looks like you're going to stay the way you are."

I just chuckled, he obviously doesn't know me very well. "This is beautiful. Painful but beautiful," I comment with a small smirk.

"What's on your mind?" he pleaded.

"Nothing I'm going to say," I winked.

"Oh for fucks sake, even when you're tied up I'm still the one begging," he frowned.

"It does need to be the other way around doesn't it. It seems you don't know your victim very well," I chuckle evilly, staring at him.

"Why don't we make it that way?" he asked, in which I retaliated with:

"Do your worst."

He gets the bright red blindfold and ties it up around my head, "what a beautiful blindfold. What do you see?"

I raise a brow, "did you seriously just ask me that question? Obviously I would see nothing, you fuckwit." I said, sarcasm drippong off my voice. 

"Then it's working," he smiles, knowing I can't see. I grow impatient and ask what's happening next.

He thinks for a few minutes then tells me to open my mouth wide, I grin, "ooo, is this the long fuckin' dildo thingy?" I ask enthusiastically before opening my mouth. 

He gets a long bit of cloth and plays with it whilst talking, "you know what... I hate the look of gags, they're scary but there's nothing wrong with a good old fashioned cloth in the mouth. It gives you the feeling that you can just about speak, but you can't." He stops playing with the cloth, seeing me acknowledge him with a nod, and puts the cloth in my mouth.

I gag a little, dribble and attempt to say, "I'm loving this."

He has a large smirk on his face, "now... you can't move, you can't speak and you can't see," he says lowly. I muffle a 'beautiful' and adjust my tongue so it's a little easier for me to breathe. "Who knows what could happen now," he says, trying to sound mysterious. I lift my head up in his direction and sniff at him.

He slowly, softly and sensually scrapes his hand up to my waist from my foot and rubs; making me shudder and the cloth fall a little. I cough, only making the cloth fall further. He take his other hand and with both he starts moving it up my body, underneath my shirt until he reaches my breasts. I gasp and tense, choking myself and causing pain in my wrists and ankles. 

I squeeze my eyes shut and keep my mouth open in hopes of him removing the cloth. I feel the cloth being removed and I take a deep breath, breathing heavily. "That explains why they use gas=gs now," he muttered sheepishly, "you alright though?" 

I nod slightly, "I'm fine." 

"Oh well, who needs makeshift gas anyway," he says pulling down my trousers and knickers as far as they can possibly go due to my legs being tied. 

I shiver, "holy cow, is the heating not on? I'm also slightly exposed... how wonderful." He walks away, turns the heating on and returns.

"Hmm, I think I might just leave it as it is, open, rather than do anything with it. What do you think?" he teases.

"Do whatever. It's not like I care,"

"Yeah, sure you don't,"

"I'm serious though, if you're going to torture me or fuck me or whatever, do it. I don't care,"

"Fine then, maybe I will," he says. I feel his warm fingers rub at the nub of my pussy, causing me to bite my lip.

As I try not to give in to the pleasure he's giving me, I give a small moan, "mmmff." He kisses just above my belly button slowly working his way down to my core. "Oh, oh wow ok," I gasp.

 He soon adds pressure as he licks me out. "Oh fuck! That's new," I moan as I wriggle my hips helplessly. He holds my hips as still as he can as he continues to lick me out.

 I gasp deeply as I feel something other than him licking me out, it was something new that I had never experienced before, "no, no stop!"

He stops and looks up at me in concern, "what?"

"I had a weird tingly feeling," I muttered, heaving.

"Are you alright?" he asks. I nod but stay quiet. "You're sure?"

"Mmm, yeah. I'm ok, I've just never felt that before... the tingles," I admit quietly. He takes two fingers and inserts them into me, causing me to wriggle against them and help him reach his goal. Unwillingly, I gasp and moan deeply, "ugh... no, fuck."

"Did you come?"

"I think so," I murmur breathlessly.

"Looks like my job is done, see you later," he chuckles, taking the last slice of pizza.

 I groan, "don't leave me tied up in my own filth,"

"I'll come back in like... half an hour, I just want to get some KFC real quick,"

I groan, sigh and fall asleep in the space of twenty minutes, shortly before he returned.