Blindfolded, dressed only in high heels, thigh highs, black leather corsette cinched at her waist, and leather chastity belt, her lover led her from the brightness of the changing room into the dimly lit dungeon.
“You know you can do it. And you will,” she heard him say.
High heels clicking on the floor, she felt herself being gently led to what felt like open space, maybe the middle of the room. Then she heard some metal scraping, a squeek, and the sound of something opening, being lifted.
“I’m going to guide you, just relax.”
With a hand in the small of her back, she felt him gently scoot her forward two steps. Now he was on her left, moving his hand from her back to her left hip. Then she felt a hand behind her shoulder blades, applying pressure. His hand on her waist became more firm. He was nudging her upper body forward.
“Ok slowly”
She pivoted forward, feeling his hand guide her from the shoulder. Then she felt her chest nudge a barrier… she heard wood creak, smelled leather. He moved her slightly. She felt her neck slide into a small recess in the barrier. It was comfortable, a soft leather warmth. Then she felt him take her left hand, bringing it up and placing it in a similar, smaller recess. She instinctively did the same with her right.
“Good. That’s very good.”
She could sense his presence around her, the air movement. He was in front of her now, sounded like he stepped up on something. She could sense his mass in front of her face. She heard wood creaking, then felt the sensation of a block being fitted down on top of her, securing her neck and wrists in place. She heard what sounded like a bolt being placed, then the distinct sound of a padlock being pushed closed. Startled, her mind came to the realization she was shackled to this wooden pillory, supinely bent over with no way to back out. A distant schoolbook picture memory of early settlers being punished in similar fashion flashed through her mind. She gently pulled her arms and head back, realizing she was securely restrained.
“Yes, it’s locked.”
She felt him move away, the rustling of something a few feet away. Then he was back, and felt her hair being lightly lifted, pulling behind her ears, moving it from hanging down in her face. Then she felt a ball being gently shoved in her mouth and she moaned reflexively. She felt the pressure against her mouth as he tightened it securely behind her head. Then she felt him pat her cheeck. Nasty, she thought.
“Good, you slut.” Nothing else. Then she felt him move away. She could sense him still in the room, silent. Perhaps sitting, or standing in the corner, watching her. She was aware of her own breath moving up and down. She pictured her slim waist cinched by the corsette, accentuating her hips and round ass bent over. Her mind envisioned him watching her hips and legs fidget nervously, eyes running lustfully across her curves like he always does.
She only saw darkness, but knew her lover was there somewhere. The blacked out vision forced her other senses to compensate, to come alive. She became aware of his breath a few yards away, could hear the rustling of something on what might be a table, could smell the leather holding her wrists. Her skin became aware of the solid wood structure holding her in place.
She became keenly aware of the chastity belt holding her closed, keeping the outside world at bay.
But she knew he had a key, and couldn’t do anything to prevent what she knew was inevitable.
The position felt familiar, like being bent over in the shower all those times. Through her mind flickered a brief memory of an old lover who fancied following her into her tiny shower all those years ago, often after he already had his way with her earlier in the morning. A bolt of electricity involuntarily shot through her spine. She wiggled her butt slightly and exhaled loudly, unable to move much more. Uncontrollably, she felt a little bit of saliva trickle out around the ball in her mouth.
She heard the click of a camera shutter. She could sense him moving around the room, click after click. She felt him stand a few feet behind her…click….click, and involuntarily arched her back a bit. She realized in that moment she was truly the center of attention, and felt a warmth begin to spread from her belly. She moaned softly through the ball, visualizing him lusting after her, at the same time realizing she was completely at his mercy. She began to accept that she was here, bent over, stuck… and that she would take whatever he gave to her.
“Good,” was all he said.
Her mind was racing now, she could feel her heart beating faster as her anticipation mounted for what might be next.
Then she felt her lover’s hands on her back through the leather of the corset. Gentle. Thats nice…. just like at home. She was getting lost. She tossed her hair softly, the only real movement she could make.
Whoa.
She felt hands in her hair, firmly tossling and caressing. A bolt of electricity went down her spine and she shivered slightly, realizing there were now two people in the room touching her.
The two pairs of hands were all over her, caressing her face, massaging her back, her shoulders, gently pulling her hair, stroking her legs, rubbing her butt. Her legs involuntarily spread just a hint. She could do nothing but moan softly.
Then the hands got more bold. She felt them rub the insides of her thighs, getting very close to the chastity belt, to the secret underneath. She felt them rub intimately on her hips, down to her ass, roughly over her corsett and her breasts. She felt the presence of both moving, circling around her in unison. She moaned a little louder through the ball, feeling the spit well up and drip out.
She couldnt know who belonged to the other pair of hands. Her mind wandered to the possibilities, inventing hotness in the absence of sight.
But she did realize she was beginning to get extremely hot, feeling a tidal wave start to build below her belly. The anticipation and excitement was like nothing she’d experienced before. The sensuality of the hands exploring her body, without even getting to what was under the chastity belt, was exhilarating.
She felt one set of hands lift and disappear, and the other set lingered on her hips. One of them was behind her. The caressing of her ass became very deliberate. More forceful. A soft spank.
“Hot little slut.” Whoah. A different voice to associate with the hands. She stiffened. He sounded….black. Oh my god, was all she could think. The heat in her body immediately went even higher, the anticipation and imagination now slipping into overdrive.
“Supposedly so innocent. Yet here you are, bent over like a little whore,” the voice said.
Wow, she thought. That was direct. And nasty.
And as her walls were being dismantled by the shear act of being there with her true love, in this position, her conscious brain admitted that what he said was… also true.
I am a slutty little whore, she acknowledged to herself, visualizing being admired by two men in the room, knowing she was the absolute object of desire by both of them.