He strokes my hair as his touch means only to calm me, the terror slowly subsides.

He has secured my body helplessly to the chair. I pray that my intuition is right, and I am in no danger. I sit the waiting silently, chewing on my bottom lip trying not to cry as I shiver like a young lamb at the alter. I think I hear him breathing. I swallow hard unable to make a sound. " I am watching you…how your beautiful breasts quiver as your body shivers. You fear me and I understand … but soon you will understand there is nothing to fear but yourself." He touches me.

I feel his hand as it follow the path of my ribcage, but he doesn't touch my breast. I still make not one sound. His hand caresses over my belly, and my thigh all the way down to my left foot, and then almost as quickly, my right ankle. His touch … is so gentle, his voice so kind and soft as he asks, "Are you O.K.?" I nod my head. I feel my pussy come to life as I pull my legs gently and feel his straps pull back. He says softly, low. "You are so beautiful!" He puts his hand in the center of my chest, and whispers, "I feel it."

I swallow hard once again and ask in barely more than a horses whisper, "You feel what?" His answer is slow coming, "The beating of your **** heart" I **** back a sob and begin to struggle. Terror shortly gripping me …, words that terrify me, words that I doesn't want to hear. Not here, not now … not tied … not so helpless. I can hardly breathe. I feel his hands gripping my head with them as he puts his lips to my ear, "Shhhhh …, you are safe. Shhhhh." He strokes my hair as his touch means only to calm me. I can smell him, an aftershave I cann't put a name to. My heart is still pounding inside me, but the terror slowly subsides.