I can’t hear anything. I can’t see anything. I can’t even move. I can smell the
light citrus fragrance of my body lotion. I can feel the cuffs around my wrists, ankles
and head; the air on my bare skin. I can taste the leather wrapped ball gag forcing my
mouth wide. I am completely restrained, about to be punished; fear and apprehension grow
as time crawls.
I know the house that I am in, but not who it belongs to. Immediately upon
arriving Jean-Daniel began to prepare me for the night’s activities, using one of our
host’s spare bedrooms, taking me up stairs without meeting anyone. He put soft foam ear
plugs in my ears then placed a tight, leather half- hood blindfold with padded ear flaps
over my head. Next, he forced the leather ball gag into my mouth, stretching it open and
securing it tightly. Once he was satisfied that I was deaf, blind and mostly silent, he
removed the long velour cloak I was wearing, its softness caressing me as it was
discarded. I was completely naked beneath it, wearing only a pair of four inch heels.
Tonight, I would be the entertainment.
Without warning I became airborne. Gasping, I cling to Jean-Daniel as he lifts me and
spins us around several times. He then carries me out of the room, turning to one side as
we go through the door. He makes several twists and turns. We stop for a moment and I am
once again placed on my feet. A hand on my back pushes me to bend forward, but it
startles me, and I balk. I am rewarded with a sharp slap to my ass and I yelp in
surprise. Roughly placing his shoulder against my stomach, Jean-Daniel forces me to lean
forward, hoisting me over his shoulder. I feel the force of each step as we descend a
flight of stairs.
The air is cooler here. I feel my nipples harden as I straighten from being carefully
lowered back to my feet. Gently, Jean-Daniel guides me back a few steps. He takes my
right wrist and wraps a stiff cuff around it, buckling it tightly. The inside of it is
very soft, maybe velvet. My left wrist quickly gets the same. I feel something being
brought down over my head. Straps settle on my shoulders. His deft fingers quickly
straighten and adjust them. He pulls them snug and wraps another around my waist,
fastening it in place. I am turned around and he reaches for my hands. He pulls them
back and around, then fastens my wrists to the waist strap at the small of my back.
I stand there, bound and exposed; afraid to move. Jean-Daniel’s hands settle on my
shoulders and pull me back against him. I feel the rough denim of his jeans against my
ass, along with the warmth of his chest against my back. He slides his hands slowly over
my chest, coming down to cup my breasts, tweaking my nipples with his thumbs. After so
long with no sight or sound, that one touch is like electricity coursing through my body.
My back arches, pressing my breasts more firmly into his hands. I feel his breath on my
neck and then his tongue is tracing the shell of my ear. I shiver, and as I break out in
goose bumps, my nipples draw painfully tight. Releasing my breasts, he begins to run his
hands down my ribs to my stomach and lower, ending with his fingers lightly tangled in the
carefully trimmed curls guarding my sex.
Using his whole body, he urges me forward. Just one step has me snugly pressed against
something hard, but padded. It presses into my lower abdomen. Sliding his hands back up
my body, he cups my shoulders and slowly bends me forward and down. The padded edge
presses into my hips and I obediently follow his lead and lean over it. It feels to be
only a few inches wide, a banister, or maybe something as simple as a sawhorse. My
breasts sway as I settle over it. The cool air of the room sweeps across my back as he
straightens up, keeping a hand in the center of my back, letting me know to stay put. He
runs his hands down my legs, ending with his fingers wrapped around my ankles. One hand
moves away, but immediately comes back with a strap and fastens it on, then quickly does
the same to my other ankle. Using his hands, he guides my feet apart until I am
unbalanced, spreading my legs impossibly wide. In short order my ankles are secured so I
can’t move them. The air quickly cools the warm folds of my pussy.
Seconds later I feel him in front of me as he cups my breasts and begins to pinch and
roll my nipples between his fingers. They respond quickly, again becoming painfully tight
and aroused. A moan escapes me from behind the gag. Just as I try to rise up a bit a
sharp pain erupts in my right breast making me jerk. That causes a hard tug followed by
more pain. Just as I realize that he has attached a clamp to my nipple, the same pain
invades my left breast. I try to cry out, but all that escapes is a muffled gasp. I
struggle to rise, but he won’t allow it. He wraps a hand in my hair and forces me to lean
further down. I am now bent nearly double. He releases my hair but I know to stay
exactly as I am.
I next feel his large, warm hands grabbing the globes of my exposed ass. He rubs and
squeezes for several moments before placing a finger on my clit and flicking it several
times. I try to squirm away, but there is no give in my restraints. He runs his finger
back through the open lips of my vagina and continues with tracing the crack of my butt.
When he reaches my anal opening, he pauses and applies a firm but gentle pressure, making
me tense up all my muscles. Then it is gone. I wait for him to touch me again. My skin
begins to cool and I again get goose bumps. Gradually, I realize that for now, he is not
going to touch me again. Maybe he has left me alone. I think about trying to rise up,
but decide not to, just in case he still watches. There is nothing to do now, but wait.
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