Blue enough for you, my love? - Category: Voyeurism

Part Two:

You make a conscious effort to slow your breathing as you shift your thighs from side to side in a quiet effort to appease a growing carnal hunger that echoes at some primitive long forgotten caveman-like ancestral sexual act. It is an act of domination that excites your senses and fires the heat growing between your thighs. You are now very careful to remain absolutely silent, making sure that you do not move a muscle just in case you disturb the scene that is about to unfold in front of you. This is because you are absolutely certain that you do not want the man to leave the room and that the action your mind is projecting onto the bed will in fact take place.

The man quietly takes the woman’s right arm and extends it toward the headboard as he ties it down with a length of the red cord that suddenly shouts out its crimson bondage against the virginal white linen on the bed. He then calmly moves down to the base of the bed and reaches beneath the covers and gently slides her legs apart tying each in turn to the base of the bed.You see the woman take in a deep breath as she tries to roll over in her sleep but the movement is halted as the bonds pull taut. She starts to waken as she feels the tension of the bonds in resistance against her movements and then she moves rapidly through layers of sleep that would normally take a whole lot longer. She is now becoming alert to the man that is filling the scene in front of you with his dark sombre allure. You are so drawn to the man’s actions you can almost feel his sexual heat emanating from under the white towelling robe he is wearing.

By now the woman in flailing about in her struggles and she comes to full wakefulness with her nostrils flaring as her eyes try to focus on the man above her. He moves very quickly and expertly as he grabs for her left arm that is lashing about her head and at the same time he snaps off the bedside lamp. You hear her cry out in panic in the darkened room and you try to make out his movements as you attempt to adjust your vision to the darkness. Then suddenly the screams that were beginning to grow louder in alarm are abruptly cut off and all you hear then are her muffled protests. For several more seconds you hold your breath and all you can see is his vague silhouette and deft movements in shadow. Then once again the scene before you is thrown into a light that blinds you. Quickly adjusting your vision you watch as he reaches across the bed and turns on the other lamp on the opposite side of the bed thereby illuminating the room even further so that you now have a clear picture of the room and the two people in it.

You blink several times in surprise and your eyes widen as you survey the scene before you. The woman has been blind-folded and he has managed to quieten her screams by shoving a flannel into her mouth, you wonder vaguely were he found the flannel but your attention is drawn to his rather languid movements as he pulls the covers off her angry rutting body. You are enormously intrigued and impressed at the man’s quiet determined control of the situation. He, in a matter of a few short minutes, has managed to capture and control the woman with very little effort. But whilst you are captivated by this action you manage to suppress the guilty reaction that you are playing voyeur to the couple and instead of being horrified you find the scene in front of you very stimulating. You wander what would happen if your presence were to be discovered and you are both excited and terrified at the same time and incapable of walking away from the scene. You are still trying to ignore the beating pulse between your legs as your genitals begin to constrict and grow wet and hot and now you can smell your own sexual arousal.

The man’s unhurried movements are so out of sync with the woman’s panicked jolting that you find your gaze flicker back and forth from woman to man and finally rest back on her as he drags the covers completely off her and throws them to the floor. The woman is spread-eagled on the bed and you cannot help but take in her full rounded breasts that sway to and fro as she continues to fight against her restraints, and although you try not to, your eyes are drawn as if magnetically to between her legs, to the secret hidden place that in every other circumstance is hidden from sight but is now blatantly exposed before your unconcealed amazement.

Her mons is a plump ripe peach, smooth and velvety and jutting up above her pubic bone in proud exposure. You cannot tear your eyes away as her sex looks so ripe and ready and you want to see the man split her wide open toreveal the inner secrets she is hiding between her legs.