1. Set-up
"Stand over here for me, legs apart…"
I lined up my feet with the cuffs.
"How does that stance feel? Is it awkward, uncomfortable?"
"Maybe a little wide…?" I said.
She repositioned the chains, moving the cuffs closer together.
"Yeah, that's better," I said.
"Good, good. Hands above your head..? Yeah, that looks okay."
I nodded.
"Alright, pretty self-explanatory: ankles go in those ones, hands in the handcuffs, blindfold over your eyes, ballgag in your mouth. Obviously, do those last two before the handcuffs."
I nodded again, and smiled nervously.
"Is that all… okay?" she asked, hopeful.
I thought for a second, "I dunno…this all seems a bit… kinky."
She rolled her eyes, "just shut up and take your clothes off."
We both burst out laughing. It helped take the edge off.
"Okay, I'm going to change," then looking back, "I can't wait to see you all chained up…"
The way she smiled… What better reason could there be to try this?
In the garage was a workbench. A length of chain was looped around each front facing leg, and padlocked in place. The long ends of each chain were laid out towards the centre of the bench, stopping about 2ft apart. A black (faux) leather cuff was padlocked to the end of each chain. A pipe ran close to the ceiling, and another length of chain was padlocked around it. A pair of pink, fuzzy handcuffs dangled from the chain.
I was already shivering before I took my clothes off. Was that the cold? It was spring, early evening. Still a little light out. I undressed slowly. Being naked in someone else's garage was… weird. Awkward. I carefully folded my clothes and set them aside.
I squatted in front of the workbench, my back to it; tried to centre myself. I stretched my leg out to the chained leather cuff. The cuff was lined with a black fluff, a kind touch. I buckled it snug, not too tight. There's a strange feeling of security in leather cuffs. Like being embraced. The soft, warmth of the lining. A feeling like safety. I kind of liked it.
The other ankle was trickier. I contorted, trying to keep from falling over as I buckled it. There wasn't much dignity in it. I stood up carefully, pushing myself off the ground and then bracing against the bench, trying to keep my balance as I straightened my legs. I was suddenly aware of how exposed I was, my legs pulled apart like that. Was that the point?
I twisted awkwardly to pick up the ballgag. The red rubber ball wasn't too big. I pushed it behind my front teeth, and it rested comfortably between the inner edges of my pre-molars. I buckled the faux leather straps not too tight, but tight enough that I couldn't push the ball out with my tongue. I figured if I was going to play the game, I should play it properly.
The sleep mask was pink silk, with closed eyes and long, elegant eyelashes embroidered. It worked surprisingly well. The barest sliver of light leaked around the edges, but I was completely blind to my surroundings. I wouldn't be able to see her, and what she'd changed into. Why did she want that?
I reached my hands above my head and… there was that nervous feeling again.
I grasped around in my personal darkness. The cuffs should have been around… my fingers bashed against metal. I grabbed hold of it, worried I'd lose the cuffs again. I fumbled one cuff around my left wrist and squeezed…
*click*
I paused. Right now, I thought, I could still slip my hand out of the cuff. I could unbuckle my ankles, remove the mask and the gag, and I could walk away. Once the cuff was tightened, I would be trapped. She would decide when I got to go free. And she would do what she wanted with me.
My heart was pounding. Was I scared? Scared of her?
*click*
My hand was tense around the cuff, my rationality trying to stop it from squeezing,
*click*
What was I doing? I shouldn't be doing this,
*click click click*
Oh shit. I tried to pull my hand free, twisting and jerking and… but it was pointless. Oh well… no going back now. I worked my right hand into the other cuff, and squeezed it closed without hesitating.
I was hers. And I wasn't scared. I was excited..!
I let my arms relax, my hands hanging just above my head, my elbows bent around my ears. The fluffy pink sleeves that wrapped the cuffs didn't offer much comfort. How long until she comes back, I wondered.
One thing that doesn't come across in porn is how quickly a ballgag makes your jaw stiff. Maybe I buckled it too tight after all. I tried to wiggle my jaw, bit down and felt the oddly satisfying spring of the rubber.
But the ball made it hard to move my tongue, hard to swallow. Saliva was building up, and all my jaw movements pushed it - let it leak out. It ran down my chin and dripped cold onto my chest.
Fuck. Maybe this was a mistake. I'd chained myself up, and now I couldn't even keep from drooling all over myself. What if the garage door were to open? I'd be on display for the whole street, spread out, naked. A helpless pervert.
I tugged at my wrists, maybe I could work my hands free after all, or maybe the chain… no, that didn't make sense. I felt a twinge of panic; I really was stuck like this. And the panic was making me… hard? I wanted so badly to touch myself, to jerk off, to be released.
I pulled my legs, as if I could break free, as if it would help anything if I did. But something in that movement, it made my dick bounce in such a way… it felt kind of good? I planted my feet, grabbed hold of the chain above my head, and started thrusting my hips. Like I was trying to fuck thin air. It was kind of working… maybe?
"Hehehe…"
My hips froze. How long had she been watching?
"Trying to have a little fun without me?"
My face felt warm (stupid). I tried to bury my face in my elbows.
"Naughty boy."
There was something unfamiliar in her voice - a confidence, a little condescending, and… something else. What was that?
*clack clack clack*
Her footsteps, getting closer. Funny, I couldn't remember the last time she wore heels.
"Come on, darling, don't hide your face."
The footsteps now moved behind me, then strange noises, a clack, and a clatter. My wrists suddenly lifted upwards, my arms pulled tight. I was stretched out.
*chink*
No hiding now.
"That's better."
Her fingers under my chin, she raised my bashful face.
"Mmm… you look amazing, baby. I just love seeing you like this."
Is it weird that I felt kinda proud?
"You made such a mess though," she said, wiping the saliva from my chin, then tracing its drips down my chest. Could she feel how hard my heart was beating? It was so loud, how could she not?
My hips flinched. Chains rattled. A ghostly sensation ran slowly along my cock.
"So sensitive…" she giggled, "this is going to be fun."
My legs trembled as her fingers stroked upwards along my vulnerable inner thighs. As she crept closer… and closer… My cock burned to feel her touch again… So… my breath stuttering… close…
I moaned quietly into my gag. Where had her touch gone..?
My body spasmed, strained against the chains as it tried to pull itself into a ball. I giggled into my gag, as she ran her fingers over my armpits. She liked that reaction. She went back for more, and laughed along with me, "so cute."
Light fingers on the back of my neck, standing the hairs, sending a shiver down my spine. Her hands around my neck. Images flashed through my mind. Bad thoughts. What could I do if she decided to squeeze?
The warmth of her breath on my face. I felt her lips just barely brush my own as she kissed the rubber ball. I tried to squeeze my lips together to meet hers. But she was already gone.
Her fingers dripped down my chest. She playfully circled my nipples, but refused to touch them. I didn't know they could feel such yearning.
Still descending. My dick tingled at the promise of her approach. My abdomen shuddered, my breathing short. She was so close… She… swiped her claws outward, tearing out my guts. I roared in frustration, and she laughed at my squirming. Was she always this wicked?
I melted. Her warmth on my cock. Her tongue surrounded, traced my length. Fuck, she could have finished me off. I felt her breath, her lips closed around the base of my cock, sucking as she slowly pulled back… I had to try, right? Before she was gone again.
I thrust my hips as far, as deep as my chains would allow…
"Aww… nice try, darling."
Her lips on top of my cock, she made an exaggerated *MWAH*. A kiss goodbye.
"Now, let’s get that thing off you."
I flinched again, as her fingers ran up my cheeks. Why was I so jumpy? Her fingers slid under the elastic straps, and pulled the mask away.
My eyes came into focus, a dark figure resolved into a vision. My heart stopped. The sight of her…
She smiled, stepping backwards.
She was wearing a black push-up bra in a fine, intricate lace design, her pants matching. Around her neck, a small key hung from a thin silver chain. Was that the key to my freedom?
Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail. Her make-up, normally understated, was now dramatic. Her eyes, piercing, intimidating. But I couldn’t take my own eyes off her blood red lips. I wanted so badly to feel them again.
She did a slow twirl. Her heels were a shiny black. Professional. The cut of her pants hugged and outlined the contours of her arse, revealing only the cheekiest glimpse of flesh. She made sure I took in every inch of her.
"How do I look?"
If I wasn't gagged… If I wasn't already hard… She laughed, proud. She'd gotten the reaction she wanted.
It was a simple look, but, my God, did it have impact. This was a side of her, a style I'd never seen. It was breathtaking.
It had been so long since I'd looked at her like this. Seen her in this way. Since I'd had these thoughts about her. What I wanted to do to her…
How much longer would she make me wait? How much longer was she going to torment me?
With the blindfold on, she'd been careful to keep her distance. So that her fingers, her lips were the only things that touched me. But now she was all over me.
She pushed my cock aside with her hip, like an inconvenience. She wrapped her arms around me, and pressed her body heat into me. I felt my body, my muscles relax in her embrace. She dragged her fingers down my back. She grabbed my arse, told me how much she loved it, and squeezed hard. She put her mouth on my nipple, and sucked, and licked, and OW! (did she just bite me?!)
I was her toy. A thing to play with and tease and enjoy. And I was helpless to do anything about it (did I want to?)
She worked me up into a frenzy. I was a wild animal, gnawing on my rubber ball. I wanted to break out of my chains! Not to be free, but to have… her.
My Sophie.
I pushed my luck; kept trying to rub my cock against her, anything. She put a quick stop to it with a firm "not yet" or "bad boy", and a slap at my cock. And I'd wince, and I'd retreat. And I'd learn nothing. And I'd try again.
"You know…" she said, "we really should do something about this," taking a firm grip of my cock.
I tried to hide my smile. By now I didn't want release, I NEEDED it. I tried to fuck her grasp, but was shocked by the sharp sting of her hand against my thigh.
"No. We're not doing that."
What was she..? Her grip tightened, her thumb and index finger wrapped tight around my swollen head. And she was pushing into me. What dark magic was this? I could feel myself softening - she was squeezing the life out of me!
She pulled open a drawer in the bench, and revealed a pink, plastic ring. She pulled my flaccid cock and balls through it. Then picked up a matching plastic tube(?), which she slid onto my cock, and joined to the ring. Then, with the key from her necklace, locked it in place.
It was a strange sensation - cold, firm, like my cock being gently held. I was already growing again, swelling to fill the plastic tube, and then… stopped in my tracks. What was this thing?
"Much better… don't you think?"
That was the other unfamiliar thing I'd heard in her voice - mischief. Had she been hiding this side of herself the whole time I'd known her?
My erection tried to push the 'thing' away, but the plastic ring pulled against my trapped balls. Fuck, they were really starting to ache.
What had she done to me…?