Not necessarily pleasant, but provoking nonetheless

May awoke unbearably hot. The first thing she did was yank off her bikini; then she tangled herself tightly against her soft silken sheets. Fuck, she'd awoken from such a horny dream and her heart was still pounding.

What had happened in it? She'd been in a palace or dungeon made of ice. The murmurings of her radio alarm clock must have slipped into her dream; it was about the time of year when the news stations raved about those castles made of ice. But the location didn't matter much, except that it was cold and dark. May balled the sheet around her right fist and tugged it between her breasts. Her legs clamped tight against the soft material, but that was not enough. With her left hand, she rubbed the sheet against her yearning loins.

There'd been a woman there, named Jacqueline, who'd chained her up as **** or something, and to get her ready for Claire. Fuck, that'd been the best part, staring at those bleak walls, cold shackles holding her arms behind her, and that feelling of helplessness. May sucked hard on her lip and ground her breasts through the bundle of sheets.

What would have happened when Claire arrived? Maybe she'd have punished her helpless captive; maybe she'd have leashed poor May and put her to work as a tongue-slut licking and kissing. Or maybe the prisoner would be the one to feel pleasure. Shackled as May was, Claire could have easily teased and pleased her **** body any way she'd like: caressing, groping and kissing the poor woman until she was wriggling and moaning with sheer delight, no doubt an amusing spectacle. Or any combination of the three. May had **** in the matter, and that made it all the more exciting.

She rolled restlessly in her bed, clinging to lingering tendrils of her dream, which were drifting away like ice on a river. Had she been able to see around her in the dungeon? Vague, shadowy glimpses of ice walls filled her mind. Yes, she'd almost been able to see something, but nothing concrete. There'd been no hints of what Claire had planned for her, just sinister shadows. Would she be tortured into servitude, punished and pleasured, or simply left for days in the dungeon with only her chains for company?

May dug the heel of her foot into her bed and pressed it away from her. Fuck, that was it! The soft fabric grazed her clit. The **** woman wiggled with pleasure and repeated the motion again. And again. Her hand tried to reach her pulsing pussy, but it was stopped short. Her arm was trapped by a loop of sheet which was in turn pinned under her own body. Her other hand was equally mummified and held between her breasts. Writhing with delight, May realized she was a **** to pleasure, bound atop her bed. She squirmed and strained her sensual bonds, not trying to escape, just focused solely on caressing her loins again. It happened, just for a moment, but it was enough to make her tingle.

Her moans took on a begging twinge. May wanted to pant, "harder, harder," but who would be there to help her in her **** state? That moment of desperation and helplessness started as a spasm deep within her pussy that bloomed throughout her. Gasping and tugging against her self-made bindings, May let the orgasm roll over her. She basked in its warmth flexing her limbs as the euphoria danced down her nerves. Her lips curled with contentment as she lounged in her satisfaction for as long as she could.

Only when the last wisps of this carnal delight trickled away did she see the water and Aspirin that Claire had left for her. May chuckled to herself; imagine fantasizing about Claire as a sadistic queen while she'd set up such a charming little shrine of kindness right beside her.

The water was even in her favorite cup. Was that a lucky guess? Or had she mentioned that to Claire last night? May rubbed the sleep from her eyes; things were kinda blurry after that third margarita. Her head thrummed with the echoes of a possible headache; she'd better take an aspirin just to be safe.

Washing the pill down, May mused upon Claire. She obviously had a crush on her, and this caring gesture had only made her more ready to jump that babe's bones, but she didn't want to ruin what could be an amazing friendship by hitting on the straight woman. She'd just have to get over this crush soon. Groggily the naked woman stood and stretched, standing on tiptoe as she arched her arms above her head. Another good round of clit double-clicking should help get this crush out of her system.

Confidently, May strutted her naked ass to the shower. She'd start by thinking about what was Claire's sexiest feature. Her face probably; it was angelic, not in a soft way, but more in a fear-my-wraith-ye-demons way. Or her athletic arms that hinted at a firmness to her tender touch. Giddy, pleasurable butterflies danced within May; masturbating was going to be easy...