I woke up because my hands were numb incredibly. “Damn,” I thought, “it was necessary to sleep so uncomfortably,” and tried to lower other people's limbs along the body to restore circulation. To my great surprise, this was not possible: either the hands did not obey, or something prevented them from moving. Opening my eyes, I saw nothing but darkness. The dream took off like a hand, the boa constricted with the name Panic, and the agitated brain convulsively tried to sort out the situation. Attempts to pull their hands harder or toss and turn somehow were unsuccessful.

There was no doubt that my movement was intentionally restricted. "So the eyes are tied up with something," flashed through my head, and my heart instantly went cold. I tried to remember what it was before my sleep, at what point I had lost so much control over the situation, but my thoughts ran away to the rumble of my heart muscle. It was difficult to understand the position of my own body, the vestibular apparatus seemed to be intentionally playing with me. I did not feel that I was standing on the ground, but it was also difficult for me to lift my legs. I came to the conclusion that I was lying on some kind of surface inclined by about 60 degrees, and it was my tied hands that prevented me from slipping down.

My reflections were interrupted by someone's slow heavy steps. The hearing has become aggravated, like that of an animal; it seemed to me that I could hear the distance. By the style of walking, it was clear that a man was approaching me. The body began to beat a shiver, the heart grew cold, and the boa around my neck tightened my throat tightly. The man came close to me and froze. The feeling of obscurity drove the mind, the body began to pound so that he had to see it. I was unbearably scary. I felt a touch on my cheek, sliding down my neck, collarbone.

I wanted to scream, but my body was bound with a stupor. I could not move a millimeter, could not squeeze out a sound. I just froze and listened to every rustle as much as possible. The man removed his hand and disappeared from my perception again. I was absorbed by the funnel of tension, I felt like drowning in fear and I just wanted to lose consciousness in order to escape from here at least that way. “You shouldn't be so afraid,” the whisper in my ear made me shudder. The voice seemed familiar to me, but I did not know how to react to this sensation. However, a small ray of hope appeared that I would not be seriously damaged.

"Relax. When your body is constrained by fear, you are useless ”- these words passed through my body like an electric current. I didn’t know how in such a situation one could force myself to relax, but still took a deep breath and decided to at least try to follow the instructions of the voice so as not to aggravate my position.

I heard an approving sigh from the man and felt hands on my waist. His touch was sure, but soft and warm. It was an illusion that he really did not intend to offend me. Hands slid down to the legs, leaving a pleasant aftertaste on the body from a warm touch. They gently stroked the inner side of the thighs, and when I started to almost get flushed from these manipulations, his hands tightly wrapped my legs and spread them to the sides, pressing me to the surface on which I was lying. A low, compressed cry came from my lips, and my chest heaved up, breathing intermittently. The sound of a contented grin of a man and a hot touch of tongue on the clitoris in the next second.

I lost control of my own body, a pleasant weight enveloped my lower abdomen, forcing my hips to move towards weasels. My tongue barely touched me and it drove me crazy, I wanted to feel it brighter, stronger ... The man pulled away from me as suddenly as he approached and I again lost his designation from the locator of my defective perception.After a few seconds, I felt him over my head, he pulled my body higher on the surface so that my head remained airborne in his hands. He threw it back and ordered to open his mouth. My lips touched his burning head, I obediently opened my mouth wider, but he was in no hurry to enter it, as if deliberately harassing me. My mind became clouded and it became strange to me that I obey, not because I have no choice, but because I want this.

The man held my hair tightly with one hand, and the second sent his penis into my mouth. As soon as he began to penetrate deeper into the throat, the second hand of my captive lay on my neck, right under my chin. He could feel the depth of his penetration. He forced me into the throat of a member as deeply as possible, forcing his lips to touch its base. It seemed as if he was experiencing true pleasure when I begin to choke and gasp.

He once again entered completely, and then stopped, squeezing my chest, while I was paralyzed by his penis. I could not breathe and could not step back to fix it. I started moaning miserably, begging to let me inhale and he took pity on me. I eagerly grabbed a breath of air with my mouth and the member again blocked my airways, and his hands tightly squeezed my nipples chest, slapped on it. I could not say how long it lasted, for time ceased to exist for me in its usual course. It seemed to me that it lasted for ages. He drove his penis again and stopped, but his hands now moved lower. The fingers of the man stretched to my clitoris, and the farther they slid, the tighter his body was placed in my throat. He rubbed my clit, slapped pussy, entered into it with his fingers, never ceasing to fuck me in the mouth.

My mind finally left me and now I felt real pleasure, because I was choking on a member and was suffocating from it. Excitement was overwhelming, moans were filling the chest and trying to find a way out through the filled mouth. A man caressed my clitoris with one hand, and with the fingers of the other entered me. I felt how wet it was between my legs, I felt ashamed of realizing the fact that I was incredibly excited by this treatment and ... I just could not stand it. It seemed to me that inside me there was an explosion of such strength that the energy released as a result would be enough to create the whole universe. My body was sinking in the waves of orgasm, and my mind sailed beyond the horizon. The man freed my mouth, allowing me to catch my breath and take a breath. Droplets of moisture flowed down my legs and I could clearly feel it.

The moment of my holiday was quite short. His arms were wrapped around my body again, giving warm touches, and then they squeezed tight on my hips and began to turn me on my stomach. Something soft like a pillow lay beneath my thighs, allowing my ass to be somewhat bulged out. The man spread my legs a bit and ran his finger over my pussy. I shuddered again. I heard a quiet metal squabble, but before I could understand what it was, my buttocks burned the blow. A cry of surprise and another blow. Yes, he whipped me with a belt, but not with malice, but as if a guilty girl.

It hurt me, but this pain was pleasant and made me excited with a new force. The blows covered my buttocks, hit the pussy and made me moan with pleasure, mixed with shame. The belt fell to the floor and notified me with a characteristic sound about it, his hands lay on my hips and pulled them back a little. I felt the man's tongue again on my pussy, but now he was tightly and strongly caressing me: he touched the clitoris, slipped over his lips and penetrated inside, touching the walls. To endure simply there was no more strength, I could not want anything else except how to feel his penis in myself. It seemed to me that if he didn’t fill me up right now, I’ll just go crazy. The words themselves flew from my lips, I begged him to take me, but he did not listen, only continued to torment him more.I again approached orgasm, the moans grew brighter, my body contracted, but right before the peak, he pulled back and slapped his buttock with his hands. I could not see it, but I felt the red mark on my palm burning on my skin. I felt his body above him, he brought his head close to the entrance of my pussy.

I frantically climbed my hips back, wanting to climb his dick as soon as possible, but he did not allow me to do that. He slowly penetrated into me, burning to the ground. My head was spinning from over-excitement, it seemed to me that I would just lose consciousness at any second. His cock confidently penetrated deeper and delivered me indescribable pleasure, filling the pussy from the inside. He picked up the pace, and I tried to move my hips in time to meet him. I heard his breath go astray, how he started to moan and how pleased he was. It got me even stronger. The movements were becoming fiercer, he took my hair with one hand and pulled me hard. I screamed with pleasure, mixed with pain and realized that I simply could not stand even a minute in this mode. The waves of orgasm again began to overwhelm me, I felt how much my pussy began to decline, it was simply divinely pleasant, so much so that tears appeared in my eyes under the bandage, for there was not enough cry to express all the emotions that I felt.

The man leaned over my ear and I could clearly hear the moans of a low voice. Streams of hot moisture burned me from the inside, forcing me to groan again for a long time. It was an incredible intercourse, with a man whom I could not even see, but could feel so bright. He froze and relaxed. He took a breath the same way I did. My body was filled with lead fatigue and incredible ease at the same time, and his familiar voice sounded in my head.