Erotic Fiction Edition Three - "Silken Screams" - (FemDom)

Silken Screams

I had just arrived at one of San Francisco's most elegant black-tie galas which is being held at Ritz-Carlton hotel. I come alone, without a date, as I believe it allows a greater chance for adventure.

I love to dress up and I find nothing more alluring than beautiful, sophisticated, elegant women, all decked out in gorgeous ball gowns, opera length satin gloves and high pumps.  As I take a glass of champagne from a waiter's tray, I am thinking to myself, that this is going to be a wonderful evening of watching and harmlessly flirting with very powerfully dressed, beautiful women.  I am dressed in an Armani double breasted tuxedo and I feel very sexy myself, all dressed up this way.

As I move about the ballroom, I notice approving looks from many women.  A woman in a body hugging Versace gown winks at me as I pass by.  I smile back at her but I am too shy to respond.  I found a place where I can enjoy my glass of Dom and watch the show.  After an hour or so of mixing, mingling and drinking champagne, I am just starting to feel comfortable and relaxed when I feel an odd sensation that I am being watched.  I look over the crowd, and I see you for the first time.  I am shocked. You are the most perfectly elegant and powerfully beautiful woman I have ever seen, and your eyes are locked onto mine.  You are not smiling at me, you are staring at me with a look of hunger, of lust and desire that I have never before experienced.  I am immediately intimidated by your sophisticated beauty and the force of your gaze.  I try to look away, but it is so difficult.

You are dressed in a fabulous $10,000 Yves St. Laurent silk/satin taffeta strapless ball gown.  The bodice is tight, accentuating your very feminine, perfect body.  Your breasts are full and exposed just enough to be very sexy but not too much to take away from your incredible elegance.  Your hair is up in a French curl and your beautiful face is very made up, right down to your ruby red lips.  You are wearing very high pumps, satin Bruno Magli's that match your gown.  You are adorned in diamonds and pearls by Van Cleef and Arpels, a six stranded choker, tight around your beautiful neck.  Your incredible look is topped off with opera length silk/satin gloves, over which you are wearing diamond bracelets and a large diamond ring.

I have never seen a woman look so powerfully beautiful as you do right now.  After what seems like an eternity, I manage to break from your gaze.  My heart is racing and I am truly shaken up.  I curse at myself for letting a woman have such an effect on me.  I quickly glance in your direction again to confirm that you were not just an apparition but you have vanished into the sea of glitz and glamour.  Maybe you were a figment of my imagination.  I decided that this has been a little bit much for me and decide to retire for the evening.....

I go to the coat check to retrieve my long coat and leather gloves.  As I am putting my coat on to leave the gala, I get a whiff of Carolina Herrera perfume which I find absolutely intoxicating.  I turn and almost jump... "Leaving so soon...darling?"  There you are in all your splendor, I try to speak but I am immediately intimidated by your presence.  You sense my nervousness and it seems to amuse you greatly.  You flash me a quick and very dangerous smile.  Being a proud man, I try to recover my dignity and my composure.  I introduce myself and you do the same. "It's a shame you're leaving so soon darling, I was wondering if you could do me a little favor before you go...I need your help with something."  You had so much confidence, just the way you called me "darling" was making me weak.... I didn't want you to know what effect you were having on me.

"What kind of favor?"

"Oh, it would be easier if you would just come up to my suite with me, and I will show you."

"Well....I don't know...."

"Oh Darling, come now, I don't bite...."

You flashed me that dangerous smile again that made me so nervous.

"What could I possibly do to a strong, handsome man like you?"

I felt foolish for being hesitant, after all, you were right, what could you do?

You held out a gloved hand and led me toward the elevator.  In the elevator you could see that I was nervously fidgeting and you smiled to yourself.

"I'll need your assistance for just a bit and then you'll be on your way Mr. Banks.... by the way, you do look smashing in your Armani."

You led me out of the elevator and down the hall to the door of your suite.  You opened the door to the suite. I was not a bit surprised at the size of the suite, it was obvious that you were fabulously wealthy and were used to only the best of everything.  This, the best suite at the Ritz, was incredibly opulent. There was a huge fireplace with a roaring fire.  A bottle of Crystal champagne was chilling and two champagne flutes were waiting on a silver tray.  It was as if I was expected...

"Champagne darling?"

"I really think that need to be going soon...."

I was more attracted to you than I ever had been to any woman but I clearly had lost all control and composure in this situation.  I had never liked to be out of control. I needed to leave...

"Nonsense, you just got here.  Here, have a drink with me."

You handed me a glass of Crystal and your gloved hand touched mine.  You looked so gorgeous and elegant in the firelight that I had to look away.  Your long gloves were killing me... You obviously could sense this as you became more animated with your arms so that I could not help but notice them.  You were not dressed the way you were for no reason, you knew what power you commanded when you looked this way.  You loved every second of this game....

"What was it that you needed me to do?"

"Oh yes, of course, well darling, you might think this is a bit strange but.... I need you to play a little game with me...."

"What kind of game?"

"Well...."

I could see that your gaze shifted from me, to a large mahogany chair in one corner of the room and then back to me.

"Darling, why don't you just sit down in this chair for me?"

You pulled the chair from the wall and placed it in the middle of the room, facing the fireplace.

"Why?"

"You'll see darling, just sit down"

You have managed to maneuver me right in front of the chair and with a gentle push with your gloved hand, you sit me down in the chair.

"That's better..."

"I really need to be going now...."

"Hush...."

You place a gloved finger to my lips and I stop talking.  I can't believe how powerful you are and how I feel compelled to do as you say.  I have never let a woman tell me what to do before.

You walk over to a Louis Vuitton suitcase and open it.  Inside the suitcase are stacks of neatly folded designer silk scarves.  Hermes, Chanel, Gucci, Escada, Fendi, you have only the best.  You take about a dozen of them out of the case and lay them on the bed, selecting a particularly beautiful off white Chanel scarf that you unfold.  You approach me while you play with the $400 silk scarf, stretching it out between your gloved hands.  You stand before me, silhouetted by the firelight, scarf in hand.  You have that same hungry, lustful, almost evil look in your beautiful eyes that you had so unnerved me with earlier.  After a long pause, you announce:

"Darling.... I'm going to tie you up...."

Your tone is very authoritative.

"Excuse me?!!"

You can see that I am quite shocked by your announcement and your tone becomes softer, back to the same intoxicating, cajoling, reassuring voice that you have used to get me this far.

"It's just a game darling, I want to see if I can incapacitate you and then I'll let you go, simple as that.  If you are uncomfortable at all at any time, I'll untie you, and you can go...... do you understand?"

"Tie me up????"

As I stall with questions and protests, you slowly move behind me, all the while reassuring me that everything will be just fine, and that I should just relax...

"Yes... Just indulge me darling, it's just a harmless little game of mine.  I just thought it would be exciting...."

I can't believe that I am actually going to let you do this to me.  You are very convincing and I actually believe you, that you will let me go as soon as I ask.

"Let me have your wrists darling, behind your back.  That's good. Oh that's perfect."

"You'll let me go, WHENEVER I ask???"

"Of course darling, all you have to do is tell me to let you go."

I feel the Chanel scarf being wrapped around my wrists, behind the back of the chair.  Gently at first. Then tightly.

"Does it need to be so tight??"

"I can't have you getting loose now can I darling?  That's the point of the game, remember?"

You move quickly over to the bed to pick up some more scarves.  You notice that I am testing the bonds and am struggling a bit.  You tie another scarf, an Hermes, tightly around my wrists just to be sure that I am bound securely.  You take an Adolpho and a Fendi and tie them tightly around my ankles.  You secure my ankles to the rear of the chair with yet another beautiful scarf, so that my ankles are pulled behind me and secured.  You do the same with my wrists, so that they are secured to the back of the chair.

I am surprised at how well bound I am and I am testing the bonds, now wishing that I had not agreed to your "little game".

"I'm almost done darling, you are doing wonderfully, just a couple of more scarves to wrap around you..."

You take a scarf and secure my waist tightly, to the back of the chair.  You step back to admire your handiwork.  I am struggling quite a bit now, my arms and legs flexing against the bonds.  You are standing in front of me with quite a wicked smile on your beautiful face.

"Oh yes, darling, do struggle. Let us see if you can escape your terrible predicament."  You throw your head back and laugh a deep throaty laugh....

I am starting to get very nervous, the more I struggle, the tighter the bonds become and I realize that I am truly helpless.

"My you look handsome when you're helpless, I knew that you would look this way... That's right darling... don't stop struggling, you might be able to get free...."

More laughter....

You walk over to me and gently move your gloved hand along the side of my face.  I look up at you.

"I think that.... I think that maybe I've had enough..... I think that you should let me go now, I'm getting a little nervous"

"Really darling, so soon... what a shame... I am so enjoying this...."

"You know darling, you look fantastic, but I think there is something missing...."

You move behind me again, out of my sight.  You snatch up another scarf, this time a beautiful Escada.  You tie a large knot in the middle of the length of the scarf.

I have become very nervous and agitated because you have not yet even made a move to begin to let me go.

"I think..... I want you to untie me, right now!  Please...."

You stand behind me and you are almost whispering into my ear.

"I'm beginning to tire of this idle chit chat darling... "

"Remember when I promised to let you go as soon as you asked?......"

"Yes, Of course I do!"

"Darling......... I lied...."

"What?!!!"

You deftly and perfectly whip out the knotted scarf that you have in your gloved hand and stuff the large knot into my mouth.  Before I even know what has happened, you have the scarf tied very tightly behind my head.

I scream silently into the Escada gag.  You thrive on the look of astonishment on my face when I realize that I can't make a sound.  My eyes are wide with surprise, anger and fear.

"My darling, you've been kidnapped... You know, you really are very, very naive.  You really should be more careful....."

Laughter.....

Realizing that I have been tricked, and that this is no joke, I am now struggling valiantly.  I am trying my best but I am tied too perfectly.  I scream for help but I can make no sound at all.  You seem to be relishing all of this.  You walk over to a table and sit down with a glass of champagne.  You casually cross your legs and I can see one of you spiked heels protruding from under your ball skirt.

"I think I'll watch you for a bit and sip champagne... Do you have any idea of how beautiful you look darling?  What a shame... a beautiful man, all bound up and gagged, looking so helpless.  What ever will you do to get out of this predicament??  Yes darling, struggle, oh yes, go ahead, scream, no one will hear you...."

"Oh by the way darling, I will honor our agreement now... just tell me that you want to be let go...  What's that? I can't quite make that out baby, you have so much expensive silk stuffed into your mouth...."

You laugh at your own cruel sarcasm....

"Now darling, I want you to know what is going to happen to you.  You have been kidnapped for my pleasure and for no other reason.  When I want something, I take it. I came to the ball tonight knowing that I could have any man through conventional methods.... It's much more fun for me to TAKE what I want, and darling, I do get WHATEVER I want."

"I saw you, I chose you and now you belong to me for the evening.  It is as simple as this... it affects me sexually to see you helpless.  I want you to know that the ONLY reason you are here is because you are so handsome.  I am going to use you and your body in ways you have never imagined.  Yes darling, I am going to HAVE you completely."

I shake my head - NO! You can't do this to me! You know exactly what I'm thinking.

"Yes darling, I can, I am and I will....."

After about a half hour of sipping your champagne, watching me struggle, you decide that it's time to leave me for a while.  You still have some people to talk to at the ball.  You walk over to a large mirror to check your makeup and just to be dramatic, you slowly apply more ruby red lipstick.

"I'm sorry about this darling, but I'm going to have to leave you for a while.  I'm going to have to add a little more silk to your gag."

I shake my head and plead with you with my eyes.  "Sorry baby...."

You're not sorry at all...

You take another Chanel silk scarf and wrap it tightly around my mouth to keep me even more quiet.

You kiss me gently on the cheek and then I hear the clicking of your spiked Bruno Maglis on the marble floor toward the door.  At the door you turn to me.

"I'm afraid darling that when I get back, I'm going to be in a bit of a different mood.  I'm afraid that.... well darling... when I get back... I'm afraid that I'm going to have to torture you...."

You extend a gloved hand and blow me a kiss.

"Oh and darling..... don't go anywhere....."

"Ciao bella...."

More laughter as the door closes.

I scream silently into my gag.......