I'm bent over a wooden frame, a padded leather block supporting my hips, another under my shoulders and upper chest. My arms are stretched out ahead of me, my wrists secured to a post. My legs are spread, and my ankles shackled to the frame. I'm wearing just a plain white bra and panties.
I'm not sure how long I've been here. Two, maybe three hours. Plenty of time to think about what might happen, who might use me. A man or a woman, men or women. Would they use me gently or cruelly? Caress me or whip me? Call me 'sweet thing' or curse me as a filthy whore? And when?
I've run though numerous fantasies in my head, sometimes thrilling, sometimes frightening, but always ending in damp panties.
It's pitch black, not the slightest hint of light, and completely silent.
Abruptly, a click from behind me, and a shaft of light as the door opens, then darkness again as it closes.
Did someone come in? No matter how hard I strain, I can hear nothing but my own heartbeat.
Minutes pass, and I begin to lose hope. Then suddenly, a hand on my head, stroking my hair, and I almost cry out in surprise.
The hand trails down my neck and my back, taking note of the bra strap, and side to side to feel my slender body shape, then down to feel the panties covering my bottom. Fingers press into my taut buttocks. I try to subtly sniff the air, to get a hint of perfume or aftershave, but nothing.
The shoulder straps of my bra are examined, then 'snip', 'snip', they are cut. They are still trapped between my shoulders and the leather pad supporting me, but a final cut of the main strap allows my full breasts to hang free. I wriggle my shoulders and hear the fabric swish to the floor.
A hand rests on my back a moment, then slides over my ribs and under me to cup my left breast. There is an appreciative grunt. A man!
He slides his right hand around me to take hold of the other breast, and as he does so, I feel his waist against mine. I think he is naked.
He squeezes my tits, stroking the nipples, then rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers, hardening them instantly. I feel the heat rising between my legs and, as I wonder if anything is rising between his, I feel it brushing against my belly. His hard cock, soon to be inside me, I hope.
His hands come up onto my back again, and his cock bumps against my breast.
He begins to inspect the waistband of my panties, running his fingers under it around my hips and back again, then he takes a firm hold of it and pulls it up my back. The cloth slips between my cheeks and digs into my pussy, the friction delicious on my lips and clit. He yanks harder, and I gasp at the exquisite pain. He continues to pull, hard enough to lift me, if I weren't secured at the ankles.
Then suddenly, 'snip'. The fabric falls away, leaving my cunt bare. Another cut for the waistband, and he yanks the remains of the panties out from under me. I am completely naked, awaiting his pleasure.
There is a clatter as the scissors are tossed aside, then his hand strokes my ass. It drifts around, closer and closer to my sex, stroking me, teasing me, until I am mentally begging him to finger me, fuck me, slap me, anything, just please touch my pussy!
He moves around behind me, both hands on my ass, then they slide down my legs, caressing my thighs, my calves, over the shackles to my feet, firmly pressing into the soles, fingering the toes. He is kneeling behind me. He must be able to smell my arousal, my soaking pussy. Soaking wet for him. I want that cock.
His hands move back to my ass, and his thumbs spread me wide. He blows gently, and it feels cold on my exposed wetness.
And then his tongue is on me, tasting me, lapping up and down my slit, sucking on my lips, probing inside me. I let out a moan of relief and I hear a soft chuckle. He spreads me almost painfully wide to access all of me, then moves his attention up to my asshole.
He pushes his tongue inside and around, over and over, fucking me with it, then there is a finger, tugging side to side, then another, stretching me.