Into my mind

The only stuff in the room are the bed I am laying on, a few dressers, and some black rope that is hanging from the wall, with handcuffs attached to it. Right now, I cannot remember where I was, or what I was doing. I was wearing black lingerie, which matched my black hair and made my bright green eyes a bit more noticeable.

 

“You are finally awake”

 

I heard a voice come from nowhere saying these words. I look around to see no one, then suddenly, a man comes into the room from the door. He was a tall, tan skinned man who was also very handsome and had a deep voice. Right now, I was not able to remember if I knew him from somewhere, but he seemed rather familiar. Like his scent and his voice were somehow familiar to me.

 

“Where am I? What is going on?”

 

I did my best so my words would not shake, forcing confidence. I was thrilled but also feeling a bit scared. Had I been kidnapped? Why is it that I show no signs of physical abuse and the room is so clean? There was something completely off with the whole scenario. While lost in thought, without replying to my question, I am kissed by the tall man.

 

“Nothing bad is happening, I can assure you that, dear”

 

His voice was a bit tender now. Just a little bit. It was almost comforting. He was smiling the entire time, and his kiss was quite in the romantic side. Somehow, I felt he would not hurt me. I could be wrong, and he could be good at manipulating, but for now I did not feel any sort of threat coming from this man. He was okay before me.

 

“You were dirty last night, Penelope”

 

His words jumped inside my head. I had not thought about it, but I could not remember my name. Was it really Penelope? I was so confused I could barely think straight; it was as if I had been brainwashed or something. Even with this suspicious affirmation, I was not feeling threatened.

 

“Dirty? Is Penelope my name? I cannot recall right now…”

 

My words were a bit shaky and insecure. Was I making a fool of myself? How much did this man know? How did he know my name, if that really is it? For how long have I been in this room?

 

“You squirted like crazy last night. I did not expect that. And yes, your name is Penelope. I hope you are not frightened.”

 

His voice remained calm, and he sat beside me on bed. I looked at him as he sat down beside me, still trying to figure or make any sense of what he was talking about. What he meant squirting? We had sex?

 

“Are you implying you fucked me here last night?”

 

My words had a mixture of rage and worries. Was this stranger really fucking me against my will? He put a hand on my thigh, and I was unable to slap it away due to my hands being tied. I felt powerless.

 

“I did. But do not think it was against your will. You see, I am your boyfriend.”

 

He sounded so calm, almost as if he was mocking me or trying to confuse me further. I cannot even remember if I had a boyfriend or not, so this just added to my confusion.

 

“And you have been put in a temporal brain wipe status, for fun. You agreed to do this. It’s like a magic trick. I can get you to do whatever I want”

 

He said that then smiled and leaned forward to kiss me on the neck. I was not able to stop him. What he meant that I had been wiped of my memories? What kind of sick joke is this?

 

“Is this why I cannot remember anything…?”

 

My words were broken and had a slightly scared tone to them.

 

“Indeed, dear. And I know how to make you get your memory back… you almost did last night but I stopped you from doing so. I promise you were okay with this”

 

He finished talking then stood up and began undressing before me, being fully naked before I could think things through. He seemed to be pretty legit. Could it be that I was really brainwashed and had to let him go his way so I could recover my memory?

 

He was kissing my neck slowly then started to squeeze my boob. I just let him do his thing and tried to go with the flow so I would be pleased. If this was my chance of recovering my mind, I was going to take it. I slowly spread my legs open, and only then I could notice that I was wearing no underwear, because it felt cold on my vagina suddenly.

 

He slid his hand down to my crotch slowly and began to rub my pussy in circles, getting me wet slowly. I saw his face go down to start eating me, then I began to have odd flashbacks. They all involved this guy. He was visible but I was nowhere to be seen. Could it be that my memory was returning now?

 

He continued eating my vagina, then began to finger it, slowly at first but forcefully after a bit.

 

“You will start to remember soon. My name is Nicholas by the way, just to help you with your brainwash”

 

He stood up before me and began to undress, and I watched him. His face began to be more and more familiar, then when he was naked completely he jumped over me and slid his cock into my pussy so fast that I could not even know it was coming. He began to thrust into me rapidly, making me squirt over and over again. I was starting to believe – and remember – what he said of me squirting and being messy last night. I guess I really am that kind of girl.

 

He turned me on the bed and slid his cock slowly into my asshole, then began pounding my hole, stretching it as he rammed me forcefully. With a free hand, he rubbed my clit and with the other he spanked me. The more he fucked me and caused me more pain, the more I was able to remember. Nicholas, Pamela… I was starting to remember.

 

Since my hands were tied to the bed, I could not really do much for myself and I just let him do as he pleased with my body. He kept slapping my butt until it was red, his sweat rolling down his torso and falling onto my butt. It felt sexy.

 

“Are you remembering stuff now?”

 

He asked in a seductive voice.

 

“Pretty much, Nicholas”

 

He laughed at my affirmation. By now I was starting to recognize the room. It was Nichola’s apartment, and his room had been turned into a BDSM cavern. Did I really agree to do this? Or was it Nicholas just getting my mind fucked so he could fuck me however he pleased?

 

Then I remembered. I did allow this. It all came back to my mind. This was not any sick joke; it was literally what I allowed to happen.

 

“I’ll never allow this again”

 

I said almost angrily after he came over my torso. He laughed.