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I started to lose track of time. I wasn’t sure anymore how long I’d been tied to the bed. An hour? Maybe it had been only twenty minutes. I adjusted myself, trying to get a bit more comfortable, but quickly felt the pull of the leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles. It was warm in the room, luckily for me because I was completely naked; except for my belt. Being blindfolded didn’t help me keep track of things either. Time never seems more vague than when you’re alone in darkness. I shifted again, but the restraints kept my limbs secured to each of the four bedposts. What I wouldn’t give to have just one hand free; not that I could do anything with it. My mistress had kept this chastity belt around my waist for two weeks. On the other side of the door, I heard the hum of Güngören escort bayan excited conversation and the occasional clinking of glasses. Helplessly, my mind wandered back to my trapped sexuality, which ached for relief unlike never before. I knew Mistress was out there, having fun, probably thinking about me tied, waiting for her in silent, horny frustration. Why did I agree to this? Why do I enjoy this? I thought Mistress was going to release me this morning. After all, today had been marked on the calendar as my ‘day of relief’ since she first locked me up those two agonizingly long weeks ago. I couldn’t help but get excited when she woke me today. The first thing I saw was the key to my tight, swollen hole, dangling from Escort İnnovia her necklace. I didn’t dare ask her about it and behaved like the good pet I want to be for her. But, after a light lunch, I washed the dishes, cleaned the kitchen and living room, only to have her restrain me to the bed. I thought I was about to finally get my hungry, pent-up cunt fucked, but I was mistaken. She didn’t say anything as she slowly blindfolded me. Mistress never wore any perfume. She liked me to always be able to smell the natural, delicious scents of her body. But, before I had time to really take her in, she walked to the door. “Be quiet like a good girl,” she had instructed, before adding that she was “having some friends over for a little get Kağıthane escort together.” Oh God, why couldn’t she let me be out there with her? I hated being alone like this. My pussy throbbed under its metal encasing, almost like it knew it was supposed to be getting relieved today. Footsteps! Outside my room, in the hallway, I could hear heels clacking on the hardwood. They stopped on the other side of the door. Was Mistress finally coming to unlock me? The door opened and I heard someone enter. “Hello, darling,” Mistress greeted me. I didn’t answer. I knew Mistress didn’t want to hear from me unless she asked me a question. I had learned that the hard way. “My little sweetheart. How are you feeling?” “Good, Mistress. Thank you,” I peeped. “Good? Is that true? I thought I taught you to be honest with me. I don’t need to strictly reinforce that lesson right now, do I?” “No, Mistress, I’m sorry. I’ll be completely honest from now on. I was trying not to complain.” “I don’t want complaints, hunny, I want honesty,” she remarked, warmly. “I’m feeling very pent-up, Mistress.