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Waiting for you

Waking up... There's something so warm and comforting about being in your bed. That perceived safety from hiding under the covers as a child, never really lets up with age. Today, my bed is positioned in such a way, that when the sun is rising, my eyes are gently caressed and my being gently wrestled into the world via those soft, tender rays. This morning though the light is harsher; aggressively pulling at my eyelids and coercing them to submit to the inevitable reality of a new day. My body is fighting off the call, in spite of, or perhaps in stubborn rebellion against, this early assault. It also feels strangely sore and tingly but I can feel the moisture already built up between my legs and can't help but slip my hand down there and caress myself. I quickly dismiss any sensation of soreness as my hand glides over my sensitive nub; what a perfect way to start the day. I infuriatingly can't manage to really let myself go though as something is nagging at the back of my mind. Despite the sun, I feel a little chill breeze brush over my naked body in swathes. Perhaps I left the window open again but who'd taken my sheet? Come to think of it, why does my neck ache so acutely? I eventually give up my fight against nature and tentatively start to open my eyes and motion to roll over and try and make some kind of sense of it all. My body reacts more quickly than my eyes though and I feel the cold metal dig into my wrist, preventing me from rolling over. My eyes flash open. ...

... *** Him... I had left her tethered in the park as a punishment and was excited to go back and see her; such an exquisitely beautiful, and refined young slut. Long, dark flowing hair and a finely sculpted body. At the embassy party she had looked so elegant, so staid and demure as she sipped her Champagne, standing next to her husband. He was a diplomat who needed a trophy wife, and he had found a pearl. He wasn't a high flying diplomat although by the way he carried himself, he thought he was. She must have taken over an hour to get through her Champagne. It had been evident that she was well bred; in these circles any hint of inebriation would be frowned upon for a woman. It was slightly perverse that the sumptuous food and elegant Champagne be without limit for such an unappreciative clique. The ancient Greeks would have rejoiced in such a resplendent spread. They embraced pleasure and no doubt would have served the dishes on naked virgins, to the delight of all. What went wrong? Who was it who decided that everything had to be ordered and regimented? Who was it who took all the libertine fun away; the freedom. Rules and doctrine are the antithesis of the humble pursuit of pleasure and I wished to liberate her from her shackles. *** On the park bench... I looked around me and my body contracted as I realized in horror that I was handcuffed to a park bench, naked. As my head swung one way and the next, desperately trying to find some kind of escape, I experienced something ...