“For goodness sake, Abi, have you seen yourself in that mirror over there?” She gestured to the opposite wall as she finished up with my wrist.
I looked to the mirror, my reflection gazing back at me and lust slammed into my core. My naked body lay spread-out in a star formation against the stone wall, my wrists and ankles fastened to it via chunky metal clamps. I was imprisoned, I was vulnerable, and yet, I’d never been so turned on. The fear still nagging only magnifying every sensation.
“Nearly done,” she breathed, her eyes burning with desire as they locked with mine, their fiery depths projecting a thousand erotic possibilities and sending me weak at the knees, the restraints at my wrists pulling taut as my weight fell into them.
“Christ, I want to fuck you so much right now,” she ground out, biting her lip on the last.
“The feeling is mutual,” I said, fixated on the salacious sight of her teeth worrying the perfectly plump flesh. I wanted to be the one doing that, the one tasting that...
She gave me a suggestive smile. “You ready for your final accessory?”
I nodded and she lifted a black collar into view. From a D-ring at its center fell two long chains, each sporting a metal clamp at the end. My brain pieced together their purpose and my mouth went dry in anticipation, the telltale wetness now spreading between my legs all the more obvious for the wide-legged stance and lack of underwear.
“Here we go.” She pressed against me as she slipped the collar about my neck, the metal chains free-falling down the valley of my breasts, teasing me with their icy contact. Then she pulled on the buckle fastening, tightening it until it was almost unbearable, and I craned my neck to toy with the constriction, marveling at the torturous thrill it gave.
“There’s a good girl,” she said, standing back and lowering her gaze, her hands reaching out to cup my breasts, the warmth of her touch a heady contrast to the cold metal and bite of the restraints.
She smoothed her palms beneath each curve, taking pleasure at the sight of me under her caress. Then to my dizzying delight, she stroked her thumbs upward and began to roll each aroused nub until I was positively writhing beneath her, sounds I didn’t know I could make rippling from my throat.
“You are so perfect,” she whispered as she halted the caress.
“Don’t stop,” I moaned, pleading at her with eyes that could barely focus, all thoughts of the plan going out the window as I craved her continued touch.
“All in good time, baby,” she said, and dropping her gaze once more she followed her hand as she raised my left breast, proffering up my eagerly awaiting nipple.
I dropped my gaze too, desperate to feed every bodily sense possible, be it sight, sound, taste, smell, touch ... she was capable of inspiring them all. And right now, I was lost to the sight of her taking up one of the dangling clamps, her fingers squeezing the contraption apart like a peg and bringing it to my awaiting nipple. I had a split second to detect the touch of coldness against the highly sensitized skin and then she let go, pain ripping through me as an exhilarating heat exploded in my lower belly. The sensation was so all-consuming that I had barely acknowledged her hand reaching for my other breast, before the second clamp took hold. My body bucked under the powerfulonslaught, a cry tearing from me as my breasts thrust forward in false protest.
“That’s it, work with it,” she commanded, her fingers now trailing down my body.
I was awash with sensation, thrumming head to toe as my nerve endings went into overdrive and I tried to get off on every one.
Glancing up, I caught my reflection in the mirror, saw how wanton I appeared and I knew in that moment that she was right: he was going to want to fuck me senseless.
Emma’s eyes locked with mine in the mirror and she gave a devilish grin. “Totally fuckable, what did I tell you?”
She held my heated gaze and lowered her hand to my pussy, slipping her index finger between the folds and testing my readiness. “So wet, baby. So ready.”
She started to stroke at me relentlessly and I could do nothing but sway against her, pulling on the restraints, my eyes filled with the erotic display being projected back at me.
The sound of the doorbell shattered the moment and she pulled away. “He’s early, that’s a good sign.”
I moaned. “Please! You can’t leave me like this.”
“Sorry, baby, but it’s time we got this show on the road. Besides, it’s good that you’re in this heightened state, you will enjoy it all the more ... and don’t worry, you will be satisfied very soon.”
She kissed away my apprehensive expression and then she was gone. Leaving me hanging, desperate to clench my thighs together and come.
Perhaps the wait was all part of the fun for people that took to this kind of sexual pleasure on a regular basis. My body was awash with a multitude of sensations, all culminating in an intense need for release. My tightly-clamped nipples sent sparks of pleasure through me at the slightest movement; the neckrestraint was so tight that each time I swallowed it closed around me; my restrained wrists and ankles made my muscles ache and prevented any way of finding release on my own.
Please don’t be long, my body begged.
“We have really been looking forward to this...” I could make out Emma’s voice approaching.Thank God!
“We?” came James’ confused response.
“Oh, yes, Abi has been desperate,” Emma said lightly as she entered the room.
“Abi!” he exclaimed, following Emma into room.
