Snow Bound: The Complete Story (4 page)

My emotions were running wild. I shouldn't have been letting her do this, but I wanted her so badly. I wanted her to want me so badly. I realized I was about to let her do whatever she wanted to me, and my entire being was crying, "Yes! More!"

She broke the kiss, then pulled me down the hall. We went straight, so I knew she'd pulled me into my bedroom. She pulled me a dozen small steps into the room then ordered, "Kneel". She helped me gently to my knees. "Head down!" she whacked the back of my head with her hand, and I obediently bent my head towards the floor.

She stepped away and walked around me a few times.

She approached and whispered in my ear. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No."

"What is your word?"

"Octopus."

She caressed my face. I leaned into her hand and she pinched me. "Ouch!"

"If you try to take control," she said. "I will punish you." She paused. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No."

She caressed my face again. I kept my head steady. She stepped around behind me then leaned over me and began to unbutton my blouse. After each button, she kissed my neck. My breathing became increasingly rapid.

"No one has ever done this to you before," she said.

"No," I agreed.

She finished with my blouse and pulled it over my shoulders. It bunched together at my bound wrists. She reached between my arms and unsnapped my bra, then stepped against me and kissed my neck, her hand reaching down to cup my right breast, her fingers inside the now slack bra. She flicked her fingers against the nipple, and I felt as it engorged under her touch.

"It feels good to surrender to me, doesn't it?" she whispered into my ear.

"Yes," I said.

She reached to the other nipple and pinched it gently. It was everything I could do to hold still, to not arch my back, pressing my breast into her hand. Still, I squirmed. She didn't punish me for squirming.

My mind was rapidly shutting down under the onslaught of new experiences and her liquid breath against my neck.

"I am going to untie your hands," she said. "You will remain submissive."

"Yes, Sarah," I told her.

She stepped away then I felt her hands at my wrists. She unwrapped the scarf and released my wrists. She pulled the blouse from my arms. I couldn't tell what she did with it. Then she peeled the bra straps from my shoulders and pulled it down my arms.

I felt the cool air caress my skin. Then her fingers ran up and down my arms, giving me an instant case of the shivers.

"Good girl," she whispered.

She slid her hands down my arms again and clasped my wrists. She raised my hands to the back of my neck. "Entwine your fingers," she said. "You will leave your hands like this."

She stepped away.

"Something delicious about this," she said, walking around me. "With your hands like that, and your ankles like that, you can't follow a simple order. Stand up."

"What?"

She walked up to me and pinched a nipple cruelly. "Stand up!"

I struggled to get one of my feet underneath me. She stood close to me. "Stand up!" she said a third time, pinching the other nipple.

"I'm trying," I told her. I struggled for another moment. "Sarah, will you please help me?"

"Of course, Allison," she said kindly. "You may put your hands on my hips."

With her help, I struggled to my feet. As soon as I was there, she replaced my hands on the back of my neck, and I laced my fingers.

She pulled me into a kiss, pulling me off balance. Again her tongue invaded. I moaned. When she was done, she steadied me as I found my balance.

My heart was pounding in my chest. She set a hand against my, and I knew she could feel my heart. "You are beating for me," she said. "Is this fear?"

"No," I said.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No."

"What is your word?"

"Octopus."

She stepped closer, one hand cupping my breast, and whispered into my ear. "Don't forget it. You'll use it before I'm done with you."

Then her hands moved down my skin. I squirmed. Her hands came together at my waist. I felt her fumble with my slacks, then she slid them down my hips.

"Lovely," she said. She ran her fingers along the insides of my panties for a moment, from the sides to the front, then they reversed and ran to my back. Her fingers slid into my panties and cupped my bottom.

"Sarah?" I asked.

"Yes, Allison?"

"Is this what you want?"

"Oh yes," she said. "I need this, but you may not enjoy it. I'm sorry."

She pinched my bottom and I gasped. Her fingers then kneaded away the pain from the pinch then slid my panties down to join my slacks clustered around my ankles.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No."

She pulled her hands away. I felt her move away from me. I imagined she was looking at me, considering what she intended to do next.

"If your hands move," she said. "I will punish you."

"They won't move," I told her.

"We'll see," she said. She stepped around me twice before stepping to my side. Without warning, she bent down and picked me up in her arms.

I immediately shrieked in surprise, but I managed to keep my hands where they were, as difficult as it was to resist clutching at her. She began spinning us both around, and I immediately lost track of which direction we were facing. She spun around again and again and then I was flying through the air, screaming.

I landed on the bed, bounced once, and came to a rest. My fingers were still laced at the back of my neck.

She was silent for a moment. "I'm proud of you, Allison," she said. I felt the bed shift. "I am going to untie your ankles now. You will remain submissive."

"Yes, Sarah," I told her.

I felt her at my ankles. She freed them then pulled my slacks, undies and socks from my feet. I lay on the bed wearing only the scarf tied around my eyes. She caressed my feet for a moment then reached down and bit one toe gently. I squirmed.

"I will allow you to use your hands for this," she said. "I want you kneeling on the bed on your hands and knees. Now."

I rolled over and climbed onto my hands and knees. Sarah caressed my cheek. "Has anyone ever tied you up before?" she asked me.

"Once," I told her. "A long time ago. An old boyfriend, before I learned I preferred women."

"Did you like it?"

"I don't know. It wasn't really different than what we normally did. He tied me up. He had sex. I was bored."

"Did you come?"

"I never came with him."

She was quiet for a moment before speaking. "I am going to rearrange you. You will move where I put you."

"Yes, Sarah."

She moved me around on the bed. When she moved to my feet, she caressed my bottom. "Lower your head," she ordered. "I want your elbows on the bed, not just your hands."

By now I was blindly obeying whatever she ordered. I immediately lowered myself, hoping I was pleasing her.

"Very good, Lover," she purred. I felt a rush go through me at the praise. "Spread your knees as widely as you can, but keep your ass in the air. If your ass dips, I will punish."

I rocked back and forth to spread my legs apart the way she ordered.

"Good girl," she said when I was done. She was still standing behind me, and I imagined she could see everything. Somehow I wasn't embarrassed. I should have been.

I felt her hand on my right ankle. She tied something around it, a scarf, a belt from a bathrobe, I couldn't tell, then tugged it tightly to the right, spreading my legs further, and tied it off to the bed frame. She did the same with the left.

Then her hand was back on my ass. She was caressing me gently.

"Are you sure you want me to continue?" she asked softly.

"Yes, Sarah."

"What is your word?"

"Octopus."

"Again," she said. "Again. Again."

I repeated the word to her.

"Will you forget?" she asked. "When you are terrified, will you have forgotten?"

"No, Sarah. Octopus."

"Good girl," she said.

I heard her walk around the bed and stand in front of me. The bed shifted, and suddenly her face was underneath me, pulling my lips to a kiss. She pulled me tightly into the kiss, then released me roughly.

She slid back off the bed, then I felt her begin to wrap a silk scarf around my wrists, tying them snugly together. She tied the scarf off to the bed frame, then tested it. My wrists hung out over the edge of the bed, and I couldn't pull them back.

"You look beautiful, Allison," she said. "Don't go away. Don't move. If you collapse against the bed, I'll know. Keep your ass in the air."

I heard her leave and walk down the hall. She was gone for a while, a couple of minutes. Then I heard her step back into the room, the floor boards creaking slightly.

"Did you move?"

"No, Sarah."

"Good girl. I was watching you."

She stepped up to the side of the bed. "Octopus, Allison," she said gently. "I brought rope from my backpack. I am going to tie it around your neck. The knot I am using is not a type that should slip. If it slips, you must scream your word immediately. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sarah. Octopus."

"Good girl."

She caressed my cheek, then looped the rope around my neck very loosely. She tied a complicated knot, then rotated the rope so the knot was in front. She walked around the bed then reached between my legs and pulled on the rope. I felt it slithering past me. She pulled it tightly beneath me, and I felt her tie it off to the bed frame.

Then she walked around in front of me and checked the rope. "It should not impede your breathing," she said.

"It's not."

"Who is in control?"

"You are, Sarah."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No."

"Comfortable?"

"No."

She laughed.

"You're very cute," she told me. "All trussed up. I am a complete stranger. We're at an isolated cabin in the woods. I can do anything to you now. You already know I'm broken."

"Sarah, Octopus."

"What?"

"You're not broken. I think you've been hurt, but you're not broken."

She didn't say anything for a while. "Did you use your word because you want me to stop?"

"I used my word so you would know I was serious. You're not broken." I paused. "Anti-octopus."

She laughed. "Where was I?" She reached out and clasped my face. "Oh yes. I was about to tell you what I was going to do to you." She leaned down and whispered into my ear. "I am going to torture you."

And then her fingers were on my ribs, tickling me. I began squirming immediately, but I had nearly no mobility at all. Soon I was giggling and squirming.

"You aren't ordering me to stop," she said, still tickling.

In response, I pressed my lips together and shoved my face into the bed.

She immediately swatted my bottom. Hard.

"No!"

I lifted my face from the bed and she smoothed my bottom where she'd swatted me. Then she pulled away and walked around the bed. She stood behind me then attacked my feet.

"Oh god!" I said, trying to pull from her grasp. I had only a few inches of nobility, and she was merciless.

"Can't get away?" she asked.

"No," I told her. "Oh god."

"Good," she said. The tickling stopped, and she soothed my feet. Then I felt the bed shift as she climbed onto it, kneeling next to me. One hand slid up my left leg, coming to a rest in my crotch.

"Is this what you want, my helpless lover?"

"Yes!"

Her fingers began teasing me, and I felt myself part under her touch.

"Ooh," she said. "You're very wet." Two of her fingers between to tease my clit and I would have jumped to the ceiling from the sensation, if I could have.

I moaned instead.

At this point, my brain was nearly entirely shut down. I was completely open, helpless and vulnerable to her, and my entire body knew it. I felt myself surrender more deeply to her with every stroke of her clever fingers.

I squirmed and moaned.

She shift and reached under me with her left hand. The fingers of her left hand began teasing my clit while the fingers of her right hand began to invade inside of me.

"Oh god!" I said. The sensations were exquisite.

"You like this," she said.

"Yes!" I said, panting.

"If you come without permission, I will punish you."

"Oh god!"

Her clever fingers continued to tease me. Her hand shifted, and I felt fingers on my G-spot. She squeezed another moan out of me.

"You're awfully close, Allison," she said.

She was right. I couldn't stop squirming, and my breathing was in gasps.

"Don't you come, Allison," she ordered.

"I can't help it! Oh god, Sarah!"

"Do my hands feel good?"

"Yes!"

"You're about to come. You don't have permission to come yet, Sarah."

"Oh god! Oh god!"

She flicked my clit, and a shudder ran through me.

"I felt that, Allison," she said. "You must resist."

"No!" Another shudder escaped me.

"You won't like your punishment, Sarah," she said, her hands still working me expertly.

I squirmed and gasped, panting.

"Oh please, Sarah!"

"If you come now, before you have permission, I won't listen to your escape word," she said. "I will punish you."

Another shudder passed through me. She flicked my clit and pressed against my G-spot, and that was it.

I screamed in joy as the shudders began to wrack my body. "Oh Sarah! Oh Sarah!"

Her hands continued to work me expertly, dragging my orgasm out, the shudders continuing and continuing.

Slowly my body relaxed and I sagged. Her hands stopped moving and she withdrew them.

"Very naughty," she said. "I told you not to come."

"I'm sorry," I told her.

She slapped my ass. "Don't lie. That was the best orgasm you've had in a long time."

"Yes!" I told her.

"Open your mouth," she ordered.

I did, and she slipped her fingers into my mouth. "See what you taste like," she said. "Clean my fingers for me."