Now I found myself in the Pleasure Palace, devoid of clothing, blindfolded with a black satin cloth, and tied to the bed. My hands were over my head, tied at the wrists to the headboard. Someone had spread apart my legs, my knees slightly bent, exposing my freshly trimmed pussy. They’d strung a soft rope under the mattress and tied my ankles, holding me in place.

A moment later, I heard the door click open and softly close.

“Hello,” I called out.

I could hear soft footsteps across the carpeted floor; felt the bed tilt as someone kneeled beside my body. Something soft trailed over my nipples, causing them to immediately pebble. I sucked in a breath, turned on instantly. Maybe I should have tried this sooner, I thought.

The soft object trailed between my breasts and up to my face. As it drifted over my lips, I knew what it was—a rose. My lips parted, my breasts seemed to thrust upward of their own accord, wanting to be touched again, a want that wasn’t going to be met, not at that moment.

As the soft petals skimmed over my stomach, I fought the urge to squirm. I could feel a need blossoming inside of me, building at the pleasure both given and implied. As the rose dipped between my legs, I felt two fingers pull the lips of my pussy apart. The rose lightly skimmed my clit, drawing a strangled gasp from me.

I still didn’t know who was in the room with me. My blindfold was still in place and the stranger had yet to speak. I should have been mortified, but instead I just found myself wanting more. I lifted my hips, a silent plea. I didn’t know what the stranger had in mind, but so far I was more turned on than I’d ever been before. My previous boyfriends hadn’t pleasured me even this much. With pleasure coursing through my veins, I anticipated that I just might have my first orgasm.

The flower gently smacked my clit, and I groaned in pleasure. It smacked me again and again, the velvet petals lightly stroking my clit each time before being lifted for another soft blow. I could feel moisture starting to trickle from my pussy. Just as I was about to come, the erotic onslaught on my body stopped.