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Honey was blond, with hair the colour of her name. Long and straight, it caressed her delicate features as she stared at her reflection in the bathroom. The foam of the toothpaste whitened her lips as she went through the listless motions of brushing. The activities of her limb as it manipulated the brushing of her teeth caused the soft swell of her breasts to jiggle restlessly.Nude, she paused to gaze at herself in the long mirror on the back of the bathroom door. Her soft blue eyes, falling to the taut pucker of her large nipples, appeared to demand attention, and she sighed, spitting the foam in the sink and taking a mouthful of water to rinse, the pouting buds feeling as if they burned into the cold metal of the stainless steel wash basin as she bent over.*Her bare feet padded across the thick carpet to the bedroom, and she stood for a moment by the bed, fluffing the pillows and then lifting the one from the far side of the bed to inhale his scent before she dropped it back in place and tugged the covers down to slip into the bed. It felt so empty, and her nude body shuddered, sensitive against the soft sheets.A moan escaped her parted lips; she was like a bitch on heat in her need, Şişli escort but she did not try to relieve it even though her slender fingers longed to slip between her thighs and fuck her pussy to release. But she knew that wasn't an option. She could not, dare not. Sexual release was forbidden, an order from the man who owned her body and soul, and much as she had needs, she could not disobey his whim.Usually he was merciful, allowing her to find her own release in his absence, but this time when he left he?d forbidden it, partly in his anger at her disobedience over another matter, and partly because it was his whim and he could. His anger had hurt like a physical blow, far more than this restrictive punishment did, it had worried at her like a canker since he had left on his trip.*Sleep was elusive in her aroused state, and Honey tossed and turned on the covers, the sheets balling between her thighs as she kicked them away, unable to bear their touch on her skin. It was tempting to clench her thighs and ride the gathered ball in the hope of finding relief in the friction, but she kicked it away in frustration and turned to her side, finally beginning to Sultangazi escort bayan doze. She would not disobey him again, every part of their relationship was built on consensual trust.It was the sound of gasping that brought her to awareness, like someone drowning the harsh sound of lungs grasping for air seemed to echo in the room. It took a few moments to realise that it was her own breathing that she could hear. She opened her eyes could see nothing, the darkness of a cloudy night through the open window enveloping the room.*Panic coursed through her naked flesh like a wave crashing against rocky shores and she tried to lift a hand to touch her eyes, was she blind? But her limbs were helpless and they refused to move more than a fraction from their position above her head. She moved to sit up, but she could not, and an attempt to move her ankle made her realise that she was restrained in some way that her sleep blurred mind was unable to comprehend.?Try to wake up, Honey,? she heard her frightened voice, husky as it broke the silence.Was she still asleep and dreaming or the tragic victim of some form of paralysis which had taken to her Escort Taksim limbs during sleep? She tried to shake the remaining sleep from her mind and assess her situation. Could she shout for help? Or perhaps, if she put all her efforts into moving, she might reach her phone.A palm slid up her leg and made her flesh quiver and jump. She gasped, thrashing her head to try to see who the palm belonged to. She could see nothing in the pitch dark, could only feel that hand stroking higher and higher on her thigh. She groaned, suddenly aware of the rest of her body, still aroused, no, more aroused, aching. She was acutely aware of the slick wetness that coated her pussy and painted her thighs.Then she was wrenched by the terror that she was not alone, and she struggled against what could only be bonds. She was tied to the bed and blindfolded, she realised, and she was obviously not alone in the room.*?Who are you? There isn?t much money, but take what you want, please, just don?t hurt me,? she whispered.There was no reply as the thick pad of a fingertip slid over her slick cunt lips and pressed her engorged clitoris. She would have come off the bed from the intense response of her body if she could have moved, but she was unable to move more than the treacherous arching of her back as her ass lifted from the bed, and her pussy begged to be taken.*Silent tears of shame escaped the crescents of her pale lashes beneath the blindfold as her spread flesh whored towards the strangers' touch.