Shards of light pierced the darkness and fell upon her outstretched and naked body. She was gagged and could say nothing.

Her arms were outstretched and tied to the corners of the bed, as were her legs. Her eyes were covered. The scent of jasmine wafted in on the warm evening breeze. Her mind concentrated on the jasmine. Its once delicate aroma became stronger as her senses adjusted to their deprivation.

Suddenly she became aware of my presence. How long had it been? How long had she been bound in this manner? She didn't know. Time had expanded and then contracted as her body adjusted to its new state.

She could hear me breathing. She could smell my scent. Her body tensed as she began to expect the unexpected. She was fearful yet excited. I could smell the fear, or perhaps it was her excitment I could smell.

I knelt down beside her and as my eyes adjusted to the light, her golden body glistened under a fine sheen of perspiration. Her nipples were taut and hard, capping her full and rounded breasts. Her breathing was heavy and regular.

I reached for her breast and lightly touched her nipple with my finger. I flicked it. Electicity surged through her. She shuddered and quivered. She struggled against her restraints. I stopped. She waited, anticipated. I deftly moved my finger to her other breast. It longed for my touch. Lightly, almost not touching, I touched her. She struggled in vain loving her restraints for the pleasure they brought.

I shifted my attention to her belly. I lightly licked it in small circles with my tongue. She moved as best she could aware of only my presense and her body and its needs.

I moved my hand between her legs and slowly began to stroke her. At first soft but then a little harder, feeling the juices begin to flow from her. Deftly I eased my finger into her body, slowly and softly stroking her clit. She moaned as best she could and struggled as best she could.

I sensed her pleasure peaking. I began to lick her tasting her wetness. She moved her head from left to right in time with her passion and pleasure. Her hair swept about over the pillow like a golden storm. The tempest within her body rose with a fury as she struggled and pulled against the restraints.

After some time, I increased the pressure on her clit, moving my tongue swiftly to adjust to the tempest consuming her body until straining and moaning she arched her back as best she could, she quivered, shuddered, convulsed and suddenly became still.