Was this going too far? She couldn't help but wonder. She had only known him for
three weeks, but what a three weeks they had been!! She looked in the mirror
again. The cream-colored blouse was so thin, you could see every detail of her
ample breasts. She looked down at the small black skirt laying on the bed.
Picking it up, she turned and looked in the mirror, holding it in front of her
waist. This thing barely made it down to mid thigh BEFORE she put it on. How
short would it be once she stepped into it? She sat down on the edge of her bed
and put her feet through the waist band. The stretchy black material formed
tightly around her body as she pulled it over her bare ass. Nope, this evening
she wasn't going to wear any underwear. She stood in front of the mirror again,
standing first to her left then to her right, then her back side. This thing
sure was short! Was she going too far? She would have to be mighty careful not
to give everyone a free show! She thought about putting some underwear on, but
she felt so sexy without it. Besides, she wanted to make sure he knew what was
on her mind. She picked up the brush on the dresser and began running it through
her long, thick, dark, almost black hair. As she was brushing her eyes kept
looking down at her outfit. With the blouse she had on, it was pretty noticeable
that she wasn't wearing a bra, but that is exactly what she wanted. If this
didn't do the trick, nothing would! Ever since she met him, she knew what they
would eventually do. She didn't know how long it would take, but she knew.
Tonight was the night. She had met Brandon only three weeks ago, when her girl
friend introduced her to him at a party. Immediately she could tell there was
chemistry, LOTS of chemistry. They spent the rest of the party together, and he
called her every day since. They had one out several times, too. What really
made her notice him was that he didn't come on to her like almost everyone else
she dated. He had always been the perfect gentleman. >From the start she was
amazed at how her body reacted to him. Even at the party, she was so turned on
from just talking to him that her panties were sopping wet. All she had to do
was think about him, picture his face in her mind, hear his voice, and she would
start to wiggle. Like right now! She put the brush down, tucked her shirt into
the skirt and stepped back. She wanted everything to be just perfect. She had
even put scented lotion all over her body and legs, especially her legs. They
were as soft and smooth as they had ever been. Hmmm...she was ready before he
got there. That had never happened before. She always made it a point to make
her date wait a few minutes before she was ready to go--she didn't want to
appear too eager. But tonight, she WAS eager, so she didn't care about
appearances. She had better be careful how much she thought about him though.
Her nipples were so hard, they looked like they were ready to pop through her
blouse! He could sure be mysterious sometimes. Like tonight, for instance. He
wouldn't tell her what they were going to do. He would only tell her that it was
a surprise. The evil little glint in his eyes when he said that made her a
little nervous, but at the same time it made her so hot she thought she might
melt. What did he have in mind? Several times in the last week he had joked
about tying her up and raping her. She had never given bondage much thought,
other than it was something she would never want to do. When he said that,
though, a very vivid image of her, tied up, and completely helpless pushed into
her mind. He was standing over her, touching every part of her naked body. The
image didn't scare her at all. Instead it made her very excited. Even now, as
she pictured it, she could feel herself getting quite hot. She put her hands on
her face and slapped her cheeks a couple times. She had to stop thinking like
that! The doorbell was ringing. She jumped up, straightened her blouse and
skirt, and rushed to the door. When she opened it, Brandon was standing there,
and when he saw her, his mouth dropped open. "WOW, you look GREAT!" He managed
to say. She could feel herself blushing. "Thanks. You look pretty sharp
yourself! So tell me, hot stuff, what the heck are we doing tonight?" "I've told
you. . .its a surprise!" That evil glint flashed through his eyes again. This
time she felt no fear, but it sure made her knees weak! "Its a surprise, eh?
Well, shall we?" She said, motioning toward the door. "Ladies first!" She
stepped out the door in front of him and bounced down the walk toward his car.
She could feel his eyes looking at her, watching her ass wiggle with each step
she took. This skirt was tight, so it followed the curves of her ass very
closely. She didn't mind one bit. When they reached the car, he jumped in front
of her and opened the door for her. Always the gentleman. He walked around the
front of the car to his side. As he walked, she thought about how gorgeous he
was. He was a sharp dresser, and tonight was no exception. The black Dockers he
wore on showed off his ass very nicely. His burgundy shirt made no attempt to
hide his well-muscled arms, and the thin black tie accented the whole outfit
nicely. His sandy brown hair was always combed immaculately, not a hair out of
place. She felt very lucky to be with him. When he started driving down the
road, he turned to her and said, "I have something for you. Take your shoes
off." Take her shoes off?? She had slipped on a pair of black, low-heeled shoes,
in case they were going to dance. She lifted one foot up and pulled the shoe
off, then she did the same with the other. "Look in the back seat," he told her.
"See the shoe box? Open it." She turned around and looked. Sure enough, there
was a shoe box. She reached back, picked it up and laid it in her lap. The cover
slipped off easily. What she saw made her gasp. Inside the box was a pair of
fire engine red high-heeled shoes. The heel was the highest she had ever seen.
They had to be at least six inches. "Put them on." Put these things on? He had
to be kidding. She looked at him, but he wasn't smiling. "You really want me to
put these on?" she asked. "Yes." His voice was different. She had never heard
him sound like this. He was very forceful, demanding, but at the same time
gentle. She pulled one out of the box and examined it. He had done his homework.
They were the right size. She slipped the left one on first, and when she went
to fasten the strap around her ankle, she noticed a small keyhole. "Do these
things lock on my feet?" She wondered aloud. "Yep, they sure do." That evil
glint was stronger than she had ever seen. Shoes that lock to your feet. She had
never heard of such a thing, but the idea of having these bright red, very high
heels locked to her feet made her squirm and wiggle. She closed the strap around
her ankle and felt it lock in place. She pulled the right one out of the box and
slipped her foot into it. The strap went around that ankle, and also locked in
place. She sat up, pulling her skirt down. It had been creeping up when she put
the shoes on. She placed the shoes flat on the floor of the car and looked at
what they did to her legs. She was amazed at how sexy they looked. Brandon was
admiring them too. A small grin was creeping across his face. She reached down
and attempted to pull one off. "They don't come off," he said quietly. He was
right. She could not pull them off. She sat back in her seat. She couldn't
believe how sexy she felt! Having those shoes locked on her feet made her feel
more womanly than she had ever felt in her life. Her cunt was getting very
juicy, and her very erect nipples were rubbing against the inside of her blouse.
Whatever he had in mind he had better do it quickly, or she was going to rape
him!! "Open the glove box," he said after a few moments. "There's something else
for you." Something else? Puzzled, she leaned forward and turned the knob,
opening the glove box. A shinny pair of metal handcuffs came spilling out,
landing on her lap. Her mouth dropped open. "Wha-what are these??" She
stammered. "Handcuffs," he answered. "Put them on." His eyes had that evil
glint, and he was smiling slightly. He was very serious. She picked them up and
looked at them. They looked authentic. They were completely made of metal, very
solid. The cuffs were connected by a short three-link chain, and they were open,
ready to be placed on someone's wrists. From the sound of things, those wrists
were to be her's. "Oh Brandon, I don't know about this. I don't think..." "Put
them on," he said again. Suddenly she felt very small sitting next to him. He
was in control. He knew it, and she knew it. If it had been any other time, with
anyone else, she would have told him exactly where he could stick his hand
cuffs, but there was something different about him. He made her feel like she
had never felt in her life. She actually wanted to put the cuffs on. Slowly she
placed one of the cuffs around her left wrist. The cold metal on her soft skin
sent vibrations right to her very juicy cunt. She closed it, locking it snuggly
around her slender wrist. She looked at him. He was watching every move she
made. He nodded his head, motioning her to continue. She brought her right wrist
over to her left, but the chain was so short she had a little trouble getting
the cuff around her wrist. Stabilizing the cuff between her left hand and her
leg, she was able to get her wrist into the cuff. With her eyes closed, she
squeezed it shut on her slender right wrist, locking it snuggly in place. She
was no longer free. She held her hands out in front of her, looking them over.
The metal almost glowed. She tested the strength of the chain, pulling with all
her might. It didn't budge. She tried to wiggle one of her wrists out of the
cuff, but her hand would only move slightly. When the cuff reached the wider
part of her hand, it stopped right there. If she pulled any harder, it would dig
into her skin. They were locked on her, and they weren't coming off without the
key. She didn't mind. She didn't mind one bit. She slid across the seat to
Brandon, snuggling as close as she could. She put her chained hands around his
well muscled arm and began slowly stroking it, back and forth. Her legs looked
very long, and very sexy with the red high heels locked on her feet. She sighed.
She had never been happier. "You are in for the evening of your life," he told
her, his voice deep and authoritative. She put her head on his shoulder. She
didn't care what they did, as long as they did it together. As they pulled off
the main road onto a small dirt one, she sat up and looked around. She had no
idea where they were. She hadn't been paying attention. The road was quite
narrow, with thick woods growing on both sides. She tried to see in front of
them, but the road was very curvy. Smiling to herself, she sat back again,
snuggling into Brandon. Was he taking her to some secluded hide-a-way? She felt
like she belonged to him, body and soul. She wanted to make him happy in every
way. The car slowed to a stop. Looking around, she realized they were on a large
estate. The house they were parked in front of was huge! "Whose place IS this?"
She wondered. "It belongs to a friend of mine. He said we could use it for the
weekend. What do you think?" "My God, its gorgeous! Can we go in?" "Sure," he
answered. He opened the car door, stepped out, and walked around to her side.
After opening her door, he held his hand out. She held her locked wrists up to
him. Instead of taking one of her hands, he grabbed the chain between them and
pulled her out quickly, right into his arms. Their faces were only inches apart.
"You are mine tonight," he said quietly. The forcefulness with which he pulled
her up took her breath away. She wanted to stay right there in his arms. She was
so hot. Every move he made, every word he said made her even hotter. "Oh
Brandon. Take me inside, please?" She whispered. Grinning, he effortlessly
lifted her off her feet, and carried her to the front door. She felt so small in
his arms, so totally his. She laid her head on his broad shoulder, trying to get
as close as she could. All too soon they were at the front door and he was
setting her down. She wasn't sure if it was the heels or how she felt, but she
had to lean against the house to keep from falling. Her cunt was so incredibly
wet, she was afraid she might start dripping right there on the step. Finally,
he dug the key out of his pocket and opened the door. Once again, with ease, he
lifted her off her feet and carried her through the door. When they were into
the entryway, she expected him to put her down again, but instead he kept
walking toward a door on the other side of the room. Still holding her, he
reached out with his hand and opened it. She could hardly see anything inside,
just a dimly lit stairway that disappeared into darkness. He began slowly
walking down the stairs. What was down here? What did he have planned? As they
descended, she could feel it getting cooler. This must have been a wine cellar,
she thought. When they reached the bottom, her eyes were beginning to adjust to
the dim light. She could see a large wooden door in front of them. He set her
down, but he kept a hold of the chain between her wrists. Did he think she was
going to run? In these heels? Besides, she wanted him so much, she didn't care
what he did to her. Didn't he realize that? He dug another key out of his
pocket, and opened the deadbolt lock with a resounding 'clunck!' The door swung
open with a loud 'creeeeaaaaak.' The room was rather small, probably 20 feet by
20 feet, it had no windows, no other doors, and only a single light for
illumination. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all painted a bright white,
making the room appear brighter than it actually was. He pulled her into the
room, still holding the chain between her wrists. Walking was very difficult
with the red high heels locked on her feet. He seemed to enjoy watching her. The
ceiling looked quite high, at least 10 feet, and she noticed there were large
hooks everywhere. Looking around the room, she could only see three items. A
step ladder, two paint cans, and a spool of rope. This was the terrific weekend?
Quickly and forcefully he pulled her over to the paint cans. She had to take
small running steps just to keep up. She kept hoping he would turn around, take
her in his arms and kiss her until she fainted, but it appeared he had other
things on his mind. Still holding her chain with one hand, he reached down and
picked up the white, nylon rope. He let one end fall to the floor, checking to
see how long it was. She had seen rope like this before. It was very strong.
"Perfect! About 15 feet long!" He seemed rather pleased. Pulling her hands out
in front of her, he started feeding the rope down between her arms. When he
reached the middle of the rope, he stopped feeding it through. She watched every
move he made. He seemed so excited. His eyes were dancing. At that point in the
rope he wrapped it around the chain between her wrists twice, and tied a tight
square knot. The rope was now secured to her chain, with the two ends dangling
at her feet, each about seven feet long. The knot he tied was right in the
center of the rope. What did he have in mind?? When he kneeled to pick up the
two ends of the rope, he paused for a moment. He was looking at her legs. For a
moment it looked like he might reach out and touch them, but instead he stood
up. He turned toward the paint cans and gave a quick tug on the rope. She
followed him. "Stand on the paint cans," he told her. "What!?" She looked at
him, puzzled. "I said, stand on the paint cans." She expected him to break out
in a big grin and start laughing, but he never did. He was completely serious.
She looked down at the cans. They were ordinary one gallon paint cans with the
covers still on. She couldn't believe she was doing this. He had such power over
her. No man had ever been able to make her do things like this. What was it
about him? All she wanted to do was please him, do anything he asked. She put
her right foot on one can, lifted herself up, and put her left foot on the other
can. He was looking her over very thoroughly, his eyes gleaming. Still holding
the ends of the rope, he slid the step ladder over next to her, and climbed.
Before she knew what was happening, he was pulling the ropes over one of the
hooks in the ceiling and pulling it tight. Her arms jerked over her head.
"BRANDON!" She protested. It was too late. He pulled the ropes tight. Her hands
were straight over her head, the rope pulled so tight that her feet almost left
the paint cans. He tied them there, securely. She looked up at her wrists, held
there painfully by the handcuffs and rope, her long dark hair dangling down her
back. Twisting her wrist back and forth slightly, she tried to squeeze one of
her hands through the small opening in the cuff. Her hand would not fit. She
looked up at where the rope was tied to the ceiling. No way, it was hopelessly
out of reach. "Brandon, Please! Don't do this. Let me down!!" "Sorry babe. Can't
do that." His voice was so deep, forceful. He walked toward her. He was going to
let her down!! Wasn't he? He stopped right in front of her, his face only an
inch from her tits. Reaching around behind her, he placed his hands on the back
of her legs and started slowly moving them down. When his fingers touched her
legs, they sent a jolt of ecstasy vibrating through her whole body. She had been
hoping for his touch all night. With her arms tied over her head, her feet
locked in high heels, his touch reached deep within her soul. She had never been
this hot before! When his hands reached her ankles, he stood back up. Suddenly,
he kicked one of the paint cans, moving it away from the other about six inches.
Then he kicked the other can, sliding it about six inches too. He kicked them
again and again, sliding them farther and farther apart. Then the full
realization of her predicament hit her. He was kicking the paint cans apart to
spread her legs!! She had no choice, she had to keep her feet on them. He had
tied her hands over her head high enough that if she fell off the cans, her feet
would not reach the floor. She would be hanging by the handcuffs locked around
her wrists! The cold harsh metal of the cuffs would dig into her tender flesh.
She had to stay on the cans!! Again and again he kicked them, spreading her legs
farther and farther apart. With each kick, her skirt crept higher on her thighs,
showing more and more of her long, shapely legs. If he didn't stop, he would
soon know that she was wearing no underwear. Finally, when the cans were about
three feet apart, he stopped. She looked down at her feet, spread so far apart
by the cans. She tried to lift one of her legs up to slide the can back in, but
her other leg was spread out too. Without it right below her, it couldn't
support her weight and her whole body was hanging by her wrists. She quickly put
her foot back down on the can. She tried to slide the can without lifting her
leg, but it almost tipped over. If that happened, she would be hanging from her
wrists, too. She was stuck. "Please, Brandon. Let me down," she begged. "Not
yet, my sweet. Not just yet." She shifted her weight back and forth on her feet,
trying to get comfortable. The hand cuffs were tight against her wrists, making
them sore. Her feet and ankles were hurting from the high heels locked on them.
Her legs were already getting tired from being spread so far apart. How long was
he going to leave her like this? Suddenly she felt his arms wrapping around her
waist from behind. She gasped for breath. All the sensations she was feeling
came together in a wave of fire that started at her pussy and spread all over
her body. She was hot. Incredibly hot. She didn't know she could have feelings
like this. Slowly he slid his hands up her body toward her breasts. She tipped
her head back, closed her eyes and slowly licked her lips. Her hips were moving
back and forth against his body, her ass pressed against him tightly. When his
hands reached her tits, he cupped them and squeezed firmly. Shivers went
directly from her tits to her cunt. She was very wet. As he squeezed her tits,
he nestled his face into her neck and began kissing lightly. Shivers ran up and
down her spine. She longed for him to touch her pussy. She wanted him, now! With
his arms still around her and his face pressed against her back, he slowly
started sliding down her entire body, kissing her lightly on the back
occasionally. As his hands glided down the front of her shirt, he quickly
unbuttoned every button, his fingers tickling her bare skin. She shifted her
weight back and forth, trying to rub against him. She looked up at her wrists.
If only she could get them loose, she could turn around and surrender to him
completely. They were locked and tied to a hook in the ceiling. She could not
get them free. As he descended, his hands went over the front of her skirt and
between her legs, just barely brushing against her sopping pussy. When he
touched her, a wave of ecstasy spread through her entire body. She could orgasm
at any moment. All it would take was a little more touching! His face brushed
against her bare ass, and he kissed it softly. Her skirt was forced up high
because her legs were spread so far apart. Lower and lower he descended down her
right leg, his face pressed against the back, and his hands lightly caressing
the front. When he reached her knee, he took a little skin in his mouth and bit
it lightly. She wished she could move, press her pussy against something, but if
she moved too much she would almost fall off the cans. When he reached her foot,
he kissed her ankle lightly and licked the top of the shoe that was locked in
place. When he started back up, he took his hands away and touched his tongue to
the soft, smooth skin on the back of her leg. As he traveled up, he licked the
back of her leg in long, slow strokes, each ending slightly higher than the
last. Over her calf, past the back of her knee, up her thigh. As he approached
her ass, he began moving inward on her leg. Higher and higher, slowly moving
closer to her hot, ready pussy. She tried to push down to him, but the handcuffs
and rope would not allow her. She had to wait for him. She hardly felt the pain
anymore. All the sensations she was experiencing were coming together. Instead
of pain, she felt only pure pleasure. When his tongue touched her clit, she
almost fell from the cans. Her legs were weak. Her flesh was on fire. With each
stroke his tongue made on her clit, the waves of ecstasy grew stronger. Her
whole body was shaking. She was sooooooo close!! She could feel the orgasm
beginning in her clit and spreading like fire throughout her body. Then,
suddenly, it was gone. He had stopped licking her!! "No, please, don't stop
now!! PLEASE!!" She looked down at him, begging. He just looked at her and
smiled wickedly. "Not yet, my dear, not just yet. We have to play a little
more." "Oh God," she cried. "Please!?" She shifted back and forth on the cans,
moving her hips around, trying to finish what was soooo close. She couldn't. She
was so helpless, she couldn't even finish. Again she looked up at the handcuffs,
trying to pull one of her hands free. The metal cruelly dug into her soft,
tender skin. Maybe if she pulled down with both hands, the rope would come
loose. She tried, but she couldn't pull very hard. The cuffs hurt too much.
Brandon was suddenly standing directly in front of her. He reached out with his
hands and pulled the front of her blouse apart, exposing her tits and very erect
nipples. As he did that, his fingers brushed against her skin, sending spasms
throughout her body. She was still incredibly close to an orgasm. She closed her
eyes, waiting for him to touch her again. Instead, she felt a sharp stinging
sensation from her right nipple. Her eyes shot open and she looked down. To her
horror, he was putting something on her nipple! It was a clamp! The pain shot
through her body, but to her surprise it only made her hotter. He reached toward
her left nipple with an open clamp. Slowly he placed it over her, and let it
start to close. The sharp contrast of the cold metal against her hot flesh made
her jump. Again, the pain that shot through her body only made her hotter. Then
she noticed the cables. Attached to the clamps were small, metallic cables that
Brandon was holding. He slid the ladder over by him and climbed. She couldn't
believe what she was seeing. He pulled the cables up and over another hook in
the ceiling that was about five feet directly in front of her. Slowly he took up
the slack, pulling more and more of the cables over the hook. When the slack was
gone, they began pulling her nipples up toward the hook. She was forced to arch
her back, trying to raise her tits as far as she could. Her nipples felt like
they were on fire. When he was satisfied that they were tight enough, he tied
them to the hook. Now, every move she made caused the clamps to pull on her
tits. She could barely breath. She felt so helpless. He walked over to her,
stuck his head between the cables and grabbed a handful of hair. He pulled her
head down and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. He stepped back, and with his
foot he kicked each can one more time, spreading her legs even farther apart. He
turned and walked away. When he reached the door, he turned, blew her a kiss,
and closed the door behind him. She heard the distinct 'clink' of the deadbolt
being locked. He was leaving her, and locking her in!! She was truly his
prisoner. "BRANDON!!" She screamed. "PLEASE!! Don't leave me like this!!
BRANDON!!" She sat completely still for a moment, hoping she would hear him
unlock the door and return to her. Nothing. Only silence. Where did he go?? How
long was he going to leave her like this? She shifted back and forth on the cans
again, trying to change her position, get more comfortable. Why did he spread
her legs even more? She was still incredibly hot, her pussy burning with desire.
Every move she made caused the cables to pull on her tits, sending bolts right
to her pussy If she could only pull the cans together, she would at least be
more comfortable. She would have to be extremely careful, though. If she fell
with the clamps on her nipples, they would cause extreme pain. She doubted she
could get her hands loose, but at least her legs wouldn't be spread so. She had
to try. She looked up at her wrists encased in the handcuffs. Maybe, if she
could support her weight by her wrists for only a few seconds, she could move
the cans. Taking a deep breath, she began pulling up with her arms. The pain in
her wrists was excruciating. Quickly she lifted her left foot and put her toe on
the far side of the can. She slowly started pulling it in, trying to slide the
can inward. Instead of sliding though, the can tipped, nearly falling over.
"NO!" She screamed. She put her foot back on the can, stopping it from tipping
over. She let herself back down, putting her weight back on her legs. "Damn it!!
That was too close!" Her legs were still spread far apart. Her wrists were
throbbing, her legs aching. She looked up at the cuffs holding her wrists. She
couldn't untie the knot because he had left the ends of the rope up by the hook
in the ceiling when he tied it there. Again, she tried wiggling her hand,
attempting to pull it through one of the cuffs. She couldn't even get close to
pulling it through. Oh god! Where was he?? She was helpless. She couldn't get
free. She needed him. She kept moving, shifting her weight back and forth, doing
anything she could to get more comfortable. Every move she made caused the
clamps and cables to pull her nipples, keeping her incredibly hot. She twisted
her back, trying to move it to a new position. The clamps were forcing her to
arch her back, keeping her tits as high as possible. This also forced her to
stick her ass out. Suddenly the door 'clunked' as the deadbolt was unlocking.
She sighed with relief as Brandon stepped back into the room. He had only been
gone for a few minutes. "Please, Brandon, untie me. I can't take much more of
this," she pleaded. Then she noticed he was carrying something in his hand. Oh
God, NO!! It was a big wooden paddle! He walked around behind her without saying
a word, that evil glint glowing in his eyes. She felt him lifting her skirt up,
fully exposing her bare, protruding ass. "Brandon? Please don't do this!!" She
had barely got the words out when she heard a 'whoosh' sound and immediately a
'THWACK' as the paddle made contact. Pain seared through her ass, making her
yelp. She nearly fell off the paint cans. Again, 'whoosh' followed by 'THWACK!'
Her ass felt like it was on fire as again and again he slapped the paddle
against her soft, tender skin. Finally, after seven or eight times, she heard
him put the paddle down. Heat was radiating from her ass. What she felt next
nearly made her cum right there. He was softly touching the skin that he had
just paddled. The contrast of his light, almost tickling touch and the searing
heat of the paddle made her whole body tremble with desire. He was playing her
like an instrument, pushing all the right buttons. His hands left her ass and
began slowly moving up her back, under her shirt. Her pussy was sopping wet, her
breathing deep. She remembered what happened last time she nearly had an orgasm.
She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction this time. She would fight off the
orgasm! He brought his lips to her back and began lightly kissing her skin,
moving around in circles. His hands slid around in front of her, lightly
touching the bottom of her breasts. Her body was reacting to him, whether she
wanted it to or not. Her skin tingled everywhere he touched. Helplessly she
moved her hips back and forth as her pussy burned with desire. He slid his hands
higher on her tits, toward her nipples. He pulled lightly on the cables, sending
searing heat right to her pussy. All the sensations she was feeling were coming
together. She no longer felt pain, only growing desire. Her whole body longed
for his touch. Crouching, he put his head down by her feet and began licking the
inside of her slender ankle. As he did before, he began making long, slow
licking strokes up the inside of her leg, each ending slightly higher than the
last. Occasionally he would take a small piece of skin between his teeth and
bite down lightly. The higher he moved on her leg, the hotter she got. She
didn't know she could feel this way! Spasms of desire coursed through her
helpless body, causing her to move her hips up and down and in circles. The
pulling of the cables on her nipples only heightened her desire. She thought she
would explode! As he licked the inside of her knee, she tried to move her pussy
down to him, but the cuffs holding her wrists would not allow it. The pain in
her wrists, legs, and nipples were combining into one incredible force that was
rocking her body with spasms of desire. Her burning pussy was dripping wet as he
moved closer and closer. He licked the very top of her leg, just outside her
pussy. He bit her skin lightly. Suddenly a wave of fire swept through her entire
body. His tongue was on her pussy. With long, slow strokes he moved his tongue
toward her clit. Shivers ran up and down her spine, and down the back of her
legs. With his tongue he slowly traced circles around her clit, just barely
touching the outside. Then, as she rocked with spasms, he moved it across the
top of her clit. Her whole body tingled and burned as the orgasm grew. Wave
after wave of pleasure, each stronger than the last, swept through her. She
screamed. An incredible wave of delicious orgasm overtook her body, sucking the
air from her lungs. She couldn't move, she couldn't breath. Her body was locked
in place, suspended by the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Then it
was over. She no longer had the strength to remain on the paint cans. Her legs
buckled, and she started to fall. Suddenly she felt a strong arm wrap around
her, lifting her. She felt the clamps being removed from her nipples, and the
rope holding her wrists being cut. Her arms dropped, exhausted. She felt herself
being lifted. There was nothing she could do. Sleep overcame her. She opened her
eyes and blinked. Where was she? Her hands were no longer handcuffed, and the
shoes had been removed from her feet. Brandon was sitting in a chair next to the
bed she was laying in. He looked concerned. "Are you alright?" he asked her. She
started to roll over toward him, but her whole body ached. "Yes, I think so. How
long have I been asleep?" "About 5 hours." "Have you been sitting there the
whole time?" "Yes," he answered. "I was afraid I had been too hard on you." "You
were pretty hard on me, alright." She thought about how he had tied her up, all
the things he did to her. She thought about the incredible orgasm she had
experienced. "I only have one question for you, mister," she finally said.
"What's that?" "When can we go back down to the cellar?"
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