Kaitlyn led me to the bedroom by my cock and told me to get undressed. I placed my suit and shirt on two hangers, and left my shoes and socks beside them.

Kaitlyn got undressed as well, slipping into a beautiful red silk teddy.

"It's time for bed, David," she said, sliding under the covers and patting the bed next to her.

I smiled, thinking about how nice it was going to be to sleep beside her.

I looked at the stocks built into the headboard and shivered slightly. She noticed my apprehension.

Kaitlyn smiled at me softly, "No, not tonight David. That is," she paused, "if you think you can control yourself."

From beside the bed, she reached into the nightstand drawer and removed two leather cuffs, a pair of thumbcuffs and a long red silk scarf. She tossed the cuffs to me, "Put these on," she instructed. She pointed to my feet, "They're for your ankles."

I leaned down and buckled the cuffs on my ankles, fitting them snuggly.

"Now lay down," she instructed.

I reclined back on the bed and she raised up, crawling over me, her silk teddy sliding over my stomach, cock and thighs, giving me an instant erection. She drew my legs apart, attaching the ankle cuffs to two small chains at the base of the bed, keeping my legs spread, but not uncomfortable. As she sat back up, she noticed my erection. She placed her finger to her lips and kissed it before pressing it to the tip of my cock, on what she had discovered was its most sensative spot.

"There, there, there, baby," she taunted.

"Hands above your head," she said softly. I obeyed. She took my hands and cuffed my thumbs together, attaching the thumb cuffs to another small chain at the headboard. I could move my hands quite a bit, but no further down than to my chest. Bound like I was, I was very comfortable, but completely unable to touch myself.

I reached and struggled, trying to touch my cock, which was dribbling pre cum again.

Kaitlyn watched and smiled.

Without saying a word, she took the scarf and wrapped it around my head, covering my eyes tightly. The world went dark in a shroud of red silk. I moaned softly at the sensation of the silk covering my eyes, feeling helpless and vulnerable.

I heard the light switch off, and felt Kaitlyn's lips press against my forehead.

"Sweet dreams, David," she whispered softly into my ear.

Exhausted, I let all the feelings wash over me as I slowly drifted off to sleep, my cock still hard.

I woke up to the sensation of something warm and soothing covering my cock. It was a familiar sensation, something I had felt before. I moaned as I felt something slippery sliding over my cock, ever so slowly at first, gradually building.

My moans were met with a hushing sound in my ear, a hissing sound, like steam escaping, telling me to be quiet. "Not a sound," the voice said. I couldn't tell if it was Kaitlyn or not.

Whoever it was, her hands were expert at stimulating me, slowly coaxing my erection closer and closer to orgasm. I swallow hard, trying to remain quiet as I found myself right at the brink of orgasm.

I let out a soft squeal and the touching stopped. I squirmed and writhed, trying despertately to find the hands which were tormenting me.

I couldn't see a thing or hear anyone, just deafening silence.

Just when I thought she was gone or back to sleep, it started again. Had it been a minute? five minutes? An hour?

My mind started playing tricks on me, wondering who it was, what time it was, what was happening to me.

Again, just as I reached the brink of orgasm, the hands stopped.

I let out a loud moan and begged softly.

There was no response.

After what seemed like an enternity, waiting and hoping, I drifted back to sleep.

The next time I woke, it was to Kaitlyn's soft touch, as she removed my blindfold.

She looked radiant, as she smiled at me, her hair slightly mussed.

"How did you sleep, David?"

"Like a rock," I said, "except for that little, um, interruption."

She smiled wickedly, "It wasn't me, David."

I looked at her puzzled.

"That is going to happen, from time to time. Sometimes once a night, sometimes more. Who knows, maybe all night long. Sometimes not at all. It maybe at 11:30 or maybe at 4 in the morning," she smiled, "You never know."

She ran her finger along my cheek. "That's part of the fun." She was looking at me like a pet that she adored.

"You never know, so you can't predict. It's a nice feeling to wake up to though, isn't it?"

I nodded.

"But it makes it so hard to sleep." She taunted me softly, "Awwwwwww, Poor David." Her hand lightly brushed back and forth over my cock, "Poor little David."

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