My Story to Anna - Still needs finished

Here's the story starter I wrote to Anna, unpolished and unproofed, and likely at 3 AM. Also included are the first couple of sentences in her reply. I'll send the whole unfinished thing (that she's abandoned for about 2 weeks as of now,right before the climax) to anyone who emails me, or better yet, leaves me a comment about the story or site. Yeah, I'm attention whore--isn't that the point of blogging? When you get the story, you'll also be allowed to pick up and write the ending (or next chapter). Yay! Enjoy...

(If you didn't know by now, the rest of this is for adult eyes only. You've been warned.)

Anticipation:
"Dante?" Anna called out. Her voice was meek, but it filled the silent room. She strained her ears for signs of his breathing above her own. No use--her reply went unanswered.

How long had it been since he had left her like this? Anna lay face up on her large bed, tucked beneath flannel sheets and a warm down comforter. Save a pair of white socks and a silk blindfold, she wore nothing else. Her wrists had been lightly bound together and fixed to the pine headboard. Her legs, slightly splayed, were affixed to the railings at her feet.

Exercising the mobility he had left her, Anna turned her ear to the pillow, listening like scout for distant footsteps--still nothing. Dante had meticulously secured her in her present state beneath the covers, kissed her passionately, buried all but her head under the covers, and then abruptly disappeared from her limited perception.

Anna had presumed initially it was temporary, but it had since seemed eternal. Where had he gone? And why? Or was he still in the room watching bewilderment and concern sweep across her pretty face?

These questions had been plaguing Anna now for twenty minutes. Paranoia, curiosity, and tiredness mixed in varying amounts to put her at an interesting dis-ease. The longer she stayed tied up, the more she appreciated her vulnerability and heightened her anticipation of his return. Would he return with a vibrator? A feather? A riding crop? A razor? Ice? A camera? Although she had known Dante, she couldn't speculate on all directions of his sexual appetite... nor her own.

Each fantasy caused Anna a shiver of fear and excitement. Internally her fantasies grew more elaborate, and more sensual with the passing time. With a gasp, she realized that her imagination had produced some very real results between her legs.

She gasped again harder when she realized that she was still at the absent Dante's mercy for sexual relief as her prisoned hands could be of no help. She was powerless to respond to the throbbing pleadings for attention from her clit. Slowly and slightly, she rocked herself back and forth on the bed, trying to mentally magnify the little friction she could generate between the furry flannel and her naked flesh. A deep blush overtook Anna momentarily, envisioning Dante hovering over her, watching her humiliating and futile attempts at writhing her way to orgasm. "Dante?" she cried out again in a hushed whisper. Nothing. She rocked faster. "Please?" she whispered, pulling hard against her restraints. Her late night squirming was failing to bring her near climax, but it was beginning to wear her out. With the blindfold on she had no idea whether her eyes were open or not. Or even if she was still awake. What would Dante do to her if he found her asleep? Or was he waiting for her to fall asleep? Fear, fantasy, and fatigue continued out of control, and she realized that any future torture he might have in store was no worse than what he had managed to put her through. At least she hoped so.

**Anna begins her part...

Satisfaction: Anna didn't know if she had succumbed to her fatigue and frustration and was dreaming or if she indeed sensed a change in the air around her. She chose to think that she was awake and her need for release would be soon at hand...