Hands tied above my head as I stand in place, blindfolded, feeling hands all over my body, twitching trembling, whimpering, biting hard on the gag in my mouth, pressing my face into my arm.
They put plugs in my ears, I can hear that someone’s talking but it’s all muffled and rumbly, just warm breath and the faintest brush of lips on my skin.
Goosebumps everywhere, shaking as sensation happens all over my body. My hands, my biceps to my shoulders, my waist to my hips, my stomach, my chest my neck, through my hair and tugging it lightly causing a whine to escape.
My hands jerking again the restraints, not knowing what it even is I want.
More? Less? Harder? Softer? I just need it. Need something. Need.
Hands. Too many hands to count, gripping my hips, my thighs, my waist and squeezing. Digging nails in and makig me gasp.
More rumbly muffled words against my skin, my temple, my neck, my spine, my lower back above my hips. More goosebumps, more whines.
Need.
Aching trembling Need.