Stress-Relief

For you, master James, for the plot and being my muse for this story. Perhaps someday, we will check this fantasy of our lists.
Your geisha

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You have been watching me for almost a week from afar. 7pm sharp – I arrive home from university on the dot every day. I am good girl. I live all alone but I’m disciplined, leaving men and drunken parties out of my life. You like good girls. They are the best to break. Once you unleash their wild side, they are the dirtiest sluts. Best of all, you know for sure that they have little ties and little confidence with people so you do not have to worry about being interrupted or found out. Before 7pm, my house would be completely empty, giving you all the time in the world to do what you have planned. 

Just once, once was all it took to make you obsessed with me. I forgot to close your curtains one night when I was changing and you caught a glimpse of my tits. I had taken off my top, massaging my neck, tired from the day’s work. I didn’t know you were watching, my breasts jutting out proudly as if they were offering themselves to you for the taking. From then on, you could not get my mind off me for a second. Just the thought of the creamy, generous breasts that I hide under loose jackets and sweaters made you hard constantly. You finally decide to make me your prey today.

The day had been long and tiring. I am not a perfect student although I try hard. But no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to do well enough. To add to that, the popular girls seemed to enjoy giving me a hard time, gossiping behind my back that I am a slut. I could not understand that. I didn’t behave or dress indecently enough for anyone to find fault. I even rejected advances from some of their boyfriends because I did not want any trouble. Above all, I did not want to get into a relationship because I had ambition and an obligation to my parents. They had migrated but I chose to stay here to complete the best education I could get. They relented eventually, even buying me this house.

The loneliness and pressure did get to me sometimes but I would be ok after pleasuring myself in the privacy of my room. Although I was still a virgin, I learnt early on in life to rub myself and induce mind-blowing orgasms with just my fingers. I learnt the perfect combination of rubbing my clit and massaging my breasts simultaneously. Sometimes, the shower jet helped. However, today, I was just too depressed and tired to even do that. I just went straight to my room and to bed without changing out, falling asleep almost instantly.

You waited for half an hour before entering my house without making a noise. You found me sleeping soundly. Without warning, you climbed onto me, feeling the soft material of my night-gown and the outline of me firm bare breasts under it - the same breasts that drove you crazy all week only separated by a thin cloth from you now. I almost immediately jerk into consciousness but you have me securely pinned. I am still groggy from fatigue so I do not stand a chance and blindfold you. Your weight presses down onto my body, making it hard to move or struggle. I know you have me blindfolded and I am only vaguely aware of what you’re doing to me as you force my mouth open and gag me, drawing duct tape over my lips to hold the cloth in.

My senses revive after a short while and I try to struggle from under you. I scratch you and I know I have drawn blood. “Bitch, what the fuck!” You grab my hair, causing a sharp pain in the back of my head and slap me hard across my right cheek. “Fucking slut, you’re definitely going to get hurt if you do that again. I am warning you only once, play nice and we could both have some fun. If you try to resist, I will not show you any mercy at all, do you understand?” Your tone and the strength you have displayed scare me and I’m sobbing softly as I nod. You enjoy seeing me submit to you, my face streaked by tears, my body trying to relax despite the fear. It gives you such a high. Just knowing that you have me at your will makes you harder than ever.

You pull my hands up over my head, binding my wrists together and to the metal bar at the head of the bed frame. I am too scared to even move but can’t resist testing the binding to see if I can escape. I can feel you watching me, amused at my frustration when I find how tightly bound I am, my voice muffled through the gag. You laugh at my efforts. My face burns with humiliation but you do not care as you firmly grip my thighs, spreading them, the gown riding up higher to expose my white granny panties. You laugh to find me in it. “How cute! You really are a good, sweet girl, eh? But I’m not so sure about how decent you are. I can see that small wet spot forming on your panties. My, my…” I blush profusely. I have no idea why I’m so turned on. Despite knowing you could and will hurt me, I feel my body relaxing and melting to your handling.

It doesn’t take long for you to heighten my senses again. Without warning, you rip my gown apart with force. I try to struggle away from you, a last attempt at saving my dignity but the material offers very little resistance. My breasts spill out, bouncing as they a freed from the restraint of the cloth. “Shit, you look so hot, slut,” you whisper, almost awed. Despite the embarrassment, I am actually flattered by your compliment. And worse, I feel myself getting even wetter. How is it possible for me to find this erotic?

You tie me, spread-eagled, to the bed. You purposely tie the rope around my breasts tighter, making them stick out, causing them to look bigger then the already are. The pressure on my breasts makes them more sensitive to your brushes and rubbing, my nipples painfully hard. You take your time explore and tease my body. You like knowing that my body is completely yours for the taking. Your hands move up your legs slowly and this causes me to tense up because I am aware of what you are about to do. I try to close my legs but the rope keeps them apart and accessible to your roving hands.