Here She Is (Part IX)

12 Jul

The women lead me, one on either side of me, down hallways, up stairs and down more halls.  i hear a door open beside me, and we turn – into a room, i think, and stop.

i wonder if they’ll remove the blindfold and shine a light in my eyes.  i am shaken by not knowing who is in the room, if there will be four men, or just The Major.

Are we really acting out Story of O, or just bits and pieces?  i think that i just want bits and pieces, i always ever just wanted bits and pieces.  i think.

But how hot would it be to hear Him say,”Turn her around so we can see the breasts and belly,” and feel the fire at my back?

Instead, they have me walk up a couple of steps and kneel.  I wonder if i’m on some kind of a stage.  The ground beneath me feels padded, it is not too hard on my knees.

i wonder if anyone else is in the room.

They unfasten my hands, and make me bend over an ottoman or bench of some sort.  i hear myself think,

“They had her kneel again, this time with her bust on an ottoman, which was quite low, so her hips were higher than her torso.”

My hips are higher than my torso, and they arrange me so my back is curved to accentuate my ass, raised high.   My legs are spread.  My arms are stretched out and fastened to something, effectively pinning my chest down.   They arrange me as they want me through touch, without speaking a word.   Then,

“Don’t move,” says Diana, i think it’s Diana.  i hear their footsteps receding, the door opens and closes.

i think that my ass ~ and my hot, dripping wet pussy ~ are facing the door. That whoever walks in will see this part of me first.  The idea is disconcerting, and to my dismay, i realize it is making me hotter to know that anyone could walk in and find me this way.

i hope it will be The Major.

i don’t know how long i wait, blindfolded, bound, and exposed.  i have lost all sense of time.  All kinds of ideas run through my mind.

i think back on all the ways that this has been like Story of O, and all the ways it hasn’t.  i am afraid, what if – what if ~~~

~~ and then i stop myself.  Here i am, unable to escape, but with the promise that i can say no, and end it any time.  O did not have that, or if she did, it’s not in the story.  But i can stop this whole thing whenever i want to.

And never find out what happens next.

i smile to myself.

Curiosity may have killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.   i think i can ride this particular roller coaster a long time.

So i am almost in a Zen-relaxed state, having forgotten that maybe i should be a little anxious, when i hear the footsteps.  My heart rate speeds up, it is clearly a man’s footsteps, at least it is not heels clicking across the wood floors.

They stop close by me, right behind me, and i think “they are looking at me,” but they don’t – he or she doesn’t – say a word.

i am braced for a touch, His touch, i hope.  Moments pass ~~

~~ i am still waiting.  I hear some movement behind me, perhaps He sat down?

i’m getting more anxious.  i want to say something ~ and realize that would be a bad idea.  i squirm just a little, trying to ~ omigod, what am i doing?  Trying to thrust my pussy toward Him?

When i dont’ even know if it’s Him back there?

When i have no idea what He’s going to do to me?

When the last thing she said was, “Don’t move.”  Have i lost my mind?  i freeze, try to hold so still it will erase the fact that i ever did squirm that little bit.

i wait.

i hear more footsteps, not heels, but not real loud, and my heart stops for a moment.  Then, “She’s lovely like this, isn’t she?” and it’s my The Major’s voice – my own The Major’s voice, and i’m so grateful tears well up in my eyes and ~~

~~ my pussy throbs,  and i wonder if He can see it throbbing.

“You can see how wet she is from here,” He says, “Just look at her pussy,” and i wonder who He’s talking to.  Omigod.  “I’ve never whipped her,” He says, “or tied her up even.  It’s no good if you do, if you whip her just a little and she likes it, you have to go past the point of pleasure.”

Omigod.

There probably are four of them, they could be getting ready to fuck me.  One at a time.

In the Story of O, they take her first, before they whip her, the first one enters her, and is followed by a second, the third one wants to take the narrower entrance, and driving hard, makes her scream.  She slides to the floor, befouled by tears beneath her blindfold, only to feel someone’s knees at her face, and realizes her mouth is not to be spared.

The quote springs to my mind, and i’m terrified ~ do i want it to stop now?  Do i say no?

 

O ends up wearing a ring so that a group of men will know that they can take her anytime, anywhere.  Will i end up like that?

Omigod

This is not some porno book.  This is my REAL LIFE.

16 Responses to “Here She Is (Part IX)”

  1. ahiddenslave July 12, 2011 at 5:35 am #

    Went straight to the comment panel….oh goody…going to get a coffee, get comfy and then enjoy….kettle on.
    HSxx

  2. ahiddenslave July 12, 2011 at 5:39 am #

    Couldn’t wait for the kettle…………….hot writing.OMG.wow
    HSxx

    • aisha July 12, 2011 at 5:42 am #

      You know, there is just nothing sweeter to hear than that people enjoy reading what I’ve written. And that it’s you saying it makes it all the better!

      hugs,

      aisha

  3. LadyP July 12, 2011 at 7:34 am #

    Dear Aisha
    The suspense is killing me!
    I should be concentrating on a gigantic report that needs to be submitted by friday, but everyday I get distracted by checking out what’s happening to the woman in this story.
    Damned if you don’t end the story soon, damned if you do!
    Love your writing!
    BW,
    Lady P

    • aisha July 12, 2011 at 9:01 pm #

      Dear Lady P,

      I’m so glad you’re enjoying it, and you know, delighted if it’s distracting you a little bit.

      Thank you for reading, and for taking the time to comment!

      aisha

  4. striving for peace July 12, 2011 at 7:36 am #

    oh my.

    oh my oh my oh my

    how will our heroine ever get out of this mess

    stay tuned

    (hell yeah)

    sfp

    • aisha July 12, 2011 at 9:02 pm #

      @Sfp,

      No doubt! It’s a dilemma!

      hugs,

      aisha

  5. gofish9317 July 12, 2011 at 8:38 am #

    my god this is hot

    • aisha July 12, 2011 at 9:02 pm #

      Thanks, gofish!! Glad you like it! aisha

  6. vanillamom July 12, 2011 at 9:10 am #

    i have never read the story of O.

    (i know, can you believe it?)

    but you encapsulate it so well…that i feel i understand it a bit more…and really?

    this is fucking hawt.

    *fans face*

    it’s hot already here in the northeast where i am spoiled by not too much heat…and then i come here and read this and o. my.

    and i have to wait all damn day to see if i will be allowed to cum (no morning cums for nilla…sigh)

    geeze aisha…this story is so. damn. good.

    Hug

    nilla

    • aisha July 12, 2011 at 9:03 pm #

      Dear ‘Nilla,

      I’m so glad you’re liking it, even if it’s making you a wee bit hotter.

      AND i can’t believe you haven’t read the Story of O! You would like it.

      hugs,

      aisha

  7. Bill July 12, 2011 at 10:31 am #

    You have created a problem, do I do my job search first or check in and see where this hot story is going. Decisions, decisions!

    • aisha July 12, 2011 at 9:04 pm #

      @Bill, {laughing} I love the idea of you struggling with that dilemma. Thank you. I guess I better get to work on Part X….

      aisha

  8. thesubmissivebf July 12, 2011 at 1:11 pm #

    Write faster lol

    • aisha July 12, 2011 at 9:05 pm #

      @Sbf, {writing furiously…} yes, ma’am! aisha

  9. Mick July 12, 2011 at 9:10 pm #

    I’m having trouble believing ‘Nilla never read the story of O…. makes her imagination all the more amazing. But then this story is quite hot in its own right, Aisha.

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