Spring Awakening
I had spent the
day visiting the museums with the rest of my holiday party – Florence is a
beautiful city, and I wanted to dink in the culture. It was my first time in the city – my first
time in Europe, if truth be told – and I wondered if the romantic atmosphere of
a city like this would have any effect on my lack of partner.
So far,
however, all the party seemed to want to talk about was art, food and
wine. All good subjects, but still… As we walked back to the hotel after the
evening meal, I caught a look of myself in a window. I’m twenty five, and not too bad looking even
if I say so myself – this day, I had my brown hair up in a bun on my head, my
blue denim blouse open at the collar, the cuffs pulled back to show the sleeves
of my base top, and a green pleated skirt that came down to my knees. I was also wearing a very comfortable pair of
leopard skin flat shoes.
So, as I said,
it had been a good day, but I was probably about ready for a cup of something
warm, and then my bed. As we walked through
the lobby of the hotel, I made my excuses and headed for the lift, yawning as I
headed up to my room. It was beginning
to get dark outside, so I figured a bath would be a good start.
It was only
when I walked in that I realised something was wrong - the drawers were open in the bureau, and it
looked as if someone had bene looking for something. And – well, someone had been, because that
someone put their hand over my mouth and said “Stare tranquillo
e calmo, mia cara signora, fare come ho detto e nessun danno verrà a voi.”
Well, my eyes
were side open now, as I mumbled “hhrruh?”
“Non parli italiano?”
I shook my hand
as the man said “I want you to keep calm and quiet, do as I say, no harm will
come to you. Do you understand?”
I nodded as he
said “good – slowly, take off your sunglasses, fold them, and hand them back to
me.”
I had a
choice? Whoever this man was, he was
strong, and I could feel his skin on my lips as I slowly reached up and removed
the brown glasses. Folding the legs
down, I put my hand back and felt him take them from me, as he said “thank
you. Now, ~I am going to take my hand
away. Do you promise you are not going
to shout or call out? I would deeply
regret if I had to take further steps to stop that happening at this time.”
I nodded slowly
as my eyes adjusted to the slight gloom, and I felt his hands on my shoulders. “Good – do not move,” he whispered into my
ear as I felt his hands move down my arms, and then pull them gently behind me
before I felt something around my wrists.
I felt like a soft cord, but it was strong, and he was using it to
tightly bind my wrists together.
He did a good
job as well – when he had finished, all I could do was wriggle my fingers
around, as he said “there – now, turn around.”
I slowly turned
round to see a dark haired young man, about my age, standing in front of
me. He was wearing a blue denim shirt
and jeans, and he had a nice smile – for a man who had just tied my hands
behind my back, and evidentially had been disturbed in the act of robbing me.
“I apologise
for this,” he said as he looked at me, “I usually have left before the people I
visit return, but – well, I always come prepared. Please, have a seat on the bed.”
“Who are you?”
I said as I sat down.
“Ah – no name,
dear lady,” he said as he reached into a rucksack, and took out a second length
of rope, “think of me as the stranger in the night.” He knelt down and put my ankles together with
his hands, before he started to tie them together with the second length of
rope. It was a strange thing to watch –
he seemed to be such a nice person, and yet he openly admitted her was robbing
me.
As he pulled
the rope between my legs, his fingers stroked down the back of them, and I made
an involuntary shiver. Looking up at me,
he said “I am sorry – did I hurt you?”
“No,” I said as
I shook my head, “it just took me by surprise, the way it felt…”
“But it was a
good surprise, no?”
I looked at
him, and nodded slowly as I tried to move my feet. “You may have noticed I don’t have anything
of real value,” I finally said as I watched him sit in a chair.”
“True – I had
already come to that conclusion,” he said with a smile, “but there is something
you do possess that a person should never, ever try to take from you.”
“Oh – and that
is?”
“Your eyes,” he
said as he sat forward, clasping his hands together in front of him, “you have
the deepest, most beautiful eyes, blue as the waters of the Mediterranean. I hope you know this to be true.”
Now that was a
surprising statement for him to make, as #I blushed and said “well, it’s nice
of you to say that, but you have got me tied up here…”
“Also true, but
– and forgive me if this sounds a little strange – the way you are looking at
me speaks more than you may have realised.”
That made me
look strangely at him, as he said “yes, I have tied your wrists, your ankles,
and yes you have the right to feel afraid, but something tells me you are not
afraid – are you, dear lady?”
I looked at him
as he smiled – and he really did have a very nice smile – as I said “no – no
I’m not afraid?”
“Has someone
done this to you before?”
I nodded as I
said “my brother – he used to play a game where he held me and my mother
hostage. But he stopped, and I was
eleven the last time he did it…”
“It strikes me
you love your brother very much.”
I looked over
at him and nodded as I said “I do – I rarely see him now.”
“So tell me,
dear lady, what was the most exciting part of playing these games - for you?”
Why on earth
was he asking me such questions? I bit
my lower lip as I looked out to see the growing darkness before I said “I don’t
know – the feeling of excitement as I waited to be rescued, possibly…”
“But, as you
say, you were a young girl. How does it
feel now?”
Looking at him,
I said “it’s exciting, yes – but a little scary as well. I have no idea what you are going to do
next?”
“Perhaps I
should steal something from you.” As he
said this, he stood up and walked over, gently pressing his lips against mine
as he kissed me. That was a surprise –
but my even greater surprise, I returned the kiss and closed my eyes.
“Was I wrong to
do that,” he said as I opened my eyes again.
I looked at him for a moment, and then said “why did you kiss me?”
“Because you
are a beautiful woman, and a beautiful woman should be told this, and should be
shown that she is beautiful with a kiss.”
“You… you think
I am beautiful? You’re just saying that
to make me feel not so bad…”
“No,” he said
quietly as he looked at me, “I speak only the truth. You are a beautiful woman – would you like me
to show you again?” I nodded as he put
his hands either side of my head, and gently pressed his lips against mine –
and I pressed mien against his for a time, before he stepped back and looked at
me.
“That was
nice,” I whispered quietly as he sat on the bed next to me. “I wish we hadn’t met like this…”
“Oh – so you
find me attractive as well?” I looked at
him and nodded before I kissed him, wriggling my fingers as he returned the
kiss, our lips parting slightly this time as our tongues met. It was a surprising, and wonderful development
to a strange situation…
Eventually, we
looked at each other as he said “will you trust me?” I nodded as he stood up and walked to the
bag, taking out another length of rope as he knelt down and folded my skirt
back, securing my legs together below my knees in the same way as he had my
ankles, but kissing the upper part of my legs as he did so. I shivered with each touch of his lips, of
his fingers…
He then stood
up and looked at me, before he removed the rather gaudy necklace I was wearing,
and put it on the table. He then
released my hair, waiting as I shook my head and let it fall naturally over my
shoulders.
“so soft, so
sensual,” he whispered as he stroked it, and then walked behind me, kneeling
behind me on the bed as I wondered what he would do next. His hands came round and slowly unfastened the
top two buttons of my blouse, and then he pulled the back of my blouse back and
gently kissed the back of my neck.
“Ahhhhhhh….” It was a
soft, gentle moan, but it was me who made it as he unfastened another button,
and pulled the top of my blouse down slightly, before kissing my
shoulders. I closed my eyes and moaned
again, feeling his hands as he slowly unfastened the rest of the buttons on my
blouse, and then pulled it down my arms, leaving it hanging on top of my bound
wrists as he put his arms round and gently stoked my stomach.
“That feels
nice,” I whispered, as he kissed my neck again, and said “do you still trust
me?” I nodded and then felt him lift my
base layer up and over my head, taking it down my arms as well as I felt the
cool evening air on me.
And I meant on
me – I had not work a bra that day, so my chest and midriff was now exposed as he
started to play with my breasts, gently running his hands over them as his
fingertips ran over and around my nipples.
“No-one… No-one has ever…”
“Your first
time, no?”
I nodded as he
gently ran his fingers over them again, and then said “shall I continue?” Once more I nodded as he went to his bag and
took out another length of rope, and walked behind me. I wondered what he was going to do, as I felt
him pass the rope around my arms – and then draw them together, making my
elbows touch as he bound them together.
The rope felt soft on my skin, and as I looked down I saw the effect of
having my arms bound in this way, my shoulders drawn back, my chest pushed out…
I felt his
fingers on me arms as he took the rope between my limbs, and then tied it off,
before he released my wrists and gently removed both my blouse and my top. As he did this, I reached my hand back and
felt between his legs, my eyes opening wide as I said “you seem to be enjoying
doing this to me.”
“And you are
not enjoying it?”
“I didn’t say
that,” I whispered as he held my hand against him for a moment, and then retied
my wrists together. I nodded as he did
this, and then felt his hands as he reached round and continued to play with
me, his lips kissing my neck and shoulders until I tilted my head back. As we put our lips together, he started to
gently squeeze my breasts, making me shiver as we kissed…
“Do you like
what I am doing, dear lady?”
I nodded as he
went back to the bag and retrieved a long, long length of rope, doubling it
over as he knelt behind me, and then wrapped it around my body, pulling it
tight under my chest and then passing it round me again and again. I could feel my arms locked against my back,
and the ropes as they ribbed on my breasts above and below – and then he made
it even tighter by taking it over one shoulder, under the lower band and back
up, making my chest the most prominent I had ever seen it.
He tied the
ropes off, and then gently squeezed and played with my nipples as I twisted and
moaned. Something was happening to me,
and I was feeling less and less like a captive…
He then walked
round and stood in front of me, smiling before he helped me to lie on my back
on the bed, my arms trapped between my back and the mattress, and sat across my
legs. I wondered what it was he was
going to do next – and then he leaned over, placing his lips over my left
nipple and gently kissing it as he ran his tongue over it.
“Oh sweet lord,”
I whispered and then I moaned loudly as he started to suck – and then repeated
the motion on the other side.
“Do you need
some help to remain quiet, dear lady?”
I nodded and
watched as he left the bed, returning with a roll of white tape and a pair of
silk panties from my drawer. He folded
them in his hand, and then leaned over me and kissed me on my lips again. I pushed my hips up and moved on his crotch
as we kissed, feeling just how much more aroused he was, before he said quietly
“open wide, dear lady.”
As I did so, he
pushed the silk gently in, watching as I closed my lips over it and then gently
giving them one more kiss, before he tore a long, wide strip of the tape from
the roll, and then pressed it over my mouth and face, making sure it formed to
the contours of my mouth and jaw as I looked through misty eyes at him.
“Shall I
continue?”
I nodded and
let out a low, guttural moan as he started to use his lips on my chest again,
squirming round as he did so. Something
just felt so different, and so right about this – and I was becoming aware of a
warmth between my legs.
No, not just a
warmth - there was something else I had never experienced before happening, I could
feel I was damp, but not as if I had been to the toilet – this was different.
How different I
soon realised as he slipped to the side of me, still kissing and teasing my
breasts, but taking his hand under my skirt and running up my thigh, and then…
Oh sweet lord –
did he just touch me between my legs? It
felt as if he did, but it felt as if it was an electric shock…
He did it
again! It was the lightest of touches,
but it made me wriggle round and moan loudly into my gag when he touched me
where I was damp. What on earth was
happening to me?
He looked at
me, smiled, and said “shall I continue?”
I nodded as I felt him unfastening my skirt, and then slowly pulling it
down, revealing me legs and the thin pink panties I was wearing.
The ones with,
as I looked down, a very damp patch between my legs, as he started to move his
lips down, kissing my belly button as his tongue ran over it. I closed my eyes and pushed it up again, and
as I did so, I realised he was pulling my panties down to the rope at my knees.
And then he
looked at me, he smiled – and he pressed his lips between my legs where the
dampness was coming from. I closed my
eyes and groaned loudly again – it felt so wrong, but it felt so right…
He gently
kissed and licked me there as I squirmed round, not wanting him to stop as I
wondered what was happening to me – why I felt as if I was on fire down there,
and what this strange sensation that was starting to run through my body
was. I felt so hot…
I then heard a
zip as it was pulled down, and I saw he had removed his jeans, the large bulge
visible in his boxer shorts as he pulled them down as well. He stood to the side of me, saying “I think
you want this, dear lady, but the choice is yours – if this is truly what you
desire, show me with a kiss.”
I looked at
him, and then rolled onto my side and wriggled over, gently pressing my taped
lips on his large, throbbing cock. I
could feel the throbbing through the tape, but he smiled and said “as you
desire,” watching as I rolled onto my back and kicked my shoes off. As I did this, he slipped a condom on, and
then straddled my legs.
Even though he
had tied my ankles and knees, I could move my legs apart a little – and a
little was all that was needed as he smiled at me, reached over and kissed
where my taped lips had kissed him – and then he entered me.
Of all the new
sensations of that night, this was the strongest and most wonderful – he
entered me with ease, gently moving to and fro as I tried to grip him – and
then I felt something tear inside me in the most wonderful, natural way as he
eased himself further in. I arched my back
at this and gripped him tight, moving in time with him as I felt him expand in
my passage. A new wave of sensations was
washing over me with each movement we made, as I felt him throbbing inside me,
and I felt a very strange, peculiar, wonderful sensation growing inside me as
well…
I kept going as
long as I could, as did he, and then suddenly it was as if a wave of cold water
suddenly hit me, as I opened my eyes wide and started to shake, screaming into
my gag as I did so. I could feel
something flowing out of me – and then something flowing into me from him as he
pressed against me.
It was the most
vivid, the most wonderful, the most amazing feeling – and yes, I was tied up,
yes I was gagged, yes I could not have stopped me – but in that moment, I
realized I did not want to stop him, that I wanted him to do this to me…
Eventually, I
slumped onto the bed and he left me, getting off the bed before he gently
kissed me again. “This was your first
time, dear lady,” he said quietly to me, and I nodded again as he went to the
bathroom. When he returned, he had a
flannel and some soap, as he gently cleaned me between my legs, and then dried
me off. I nodded as my eyes slowly
closed…
When I awoke
the next morning, he had gone, and I had been untied – but there was a note
which he left for me. I read it, smiled
and hid it away, before I went for a shower, wondering if I should say anything
to any one…
That had been a
year ago, and now I was back in Florence, in the same hotel, on the same
day. As I unlocked the door to my room,
I walked in and closed it behind me, seeing the open drawers – and then feeling
the hand over my mouth.
“Hello dear
lady – you read my note?”
I nodded as he
said “has there been another?” This
time, I shook my head as he said “so you have returned to accept my
invitation. Shall we begin?”
As he took his
hand away, I turned and put my arms round him, kissing him before I said “Ho imparato qualche italiano tuttavia. Quindi, Legatemi, silenzio, fare l'amore con me, il mio amante...”