The bell rings. Is it really that time, She thinks as She looks at the clock on Her computer. It is. She gets up an opens the steel door to Her playroom, The Bunkr.
he steps inside, fully clothed, as She stands behind the door. ”Step inside,” She says. he takes a couple steps inside. She steps behind him and blindfolds him, then leads in several more steps inside. he cannot see anything; he can only hear Her boots and his shoes shuffling on the smooth cement floor, no other sound.
he can hear Her walking around in front of him. he can sense that She is standing right there, right in front of him, close enough … can he touch Her? ”Take your clothes off.” She commands. he begins stripping himself, as he hears Her walking in circles around him. She doesn’t say anything, but he can feel Her eyes examining him as he takes of each article of clothing a bit slower than the previous one. She continues to walk around him, circling him with an intense gaze he can feel through the pitch black blindfold.
Layer after layer, he is exposed more and more. Piece after piece, the sound of her leather boots walking in circles around and around on the smooth concrete floor seems to become louder … and harder … he strips the last of his clothing. he is standing there: exposed, naked, blind. Leather boot walking in circles … thud, thud, thud, thud … then it stops. Silence.
"Drop to your knees." Almost instinctually he drops to his knees, on the smooth but cold concrete. he can sense Her standing there. he smells … a mixture of, what is it … leather, he smells leather mixed perfume, mixed with … what is that scent? … her Femininity mixed with Her Womanhood, all swirled together with an anxious and almost fearful suspense … The cold of the cement, kneeling bare-kneed, the suspense begins to send shivers up his legs … but that aroma … the shivers, the discomfort … but that aroma … the shivers send triggering tingles to his groin area … that aroma … he doesn’t know if he’s scared or turned on … maybe both …
She leans over and removes the blindfold. There She is. Towering over him. A combination of a soft, comforting beauty and a foreboding wickedness clad in black leather thigh-high boots, fishnet stocking and black leather corset and gloves. One hand in a fist on Her hip, the other holding the end of a black leather bullwhip. Her firetruck-red lips open slowly, She looks down at him with a devilish grin and look at though She could eat him alive and say, “Put your hand together in front of yourself.” Fixated on Her downward gaze, he puts his hands together almost as an offering to Her. ”Raise them up.” She instructs. He raises them up, and without thinking lowers his head … as though in reverence. She cuffs his wrist and lift him up by the chain between his wrist. He head is still lowered. he’s at Her mercy …
She leads him over to a padded table, instructs him to climb on to the table on all-fours, hooks the chain between his wrist to a metal loop at one end of the table, lowering him to his elbows. he sits there: hands restrained above his head, on his elbows and knees, head lowered to where his forehead is resting on the padded table … lower legs dangling off the opposite end of the table, ass propped high up with his sphincter exposed … she widens his knees even more. his anus can feel the cool air in its exposure … he feels a strap slap across the back of his legs, he looks down to see his legs, right below his knees, are strapped to the padded table … he can’t move …
She walks to the head of the table, leans over and in a devilishly sexy voice: ”You belong to me now.” And blindfolds him again … his sense are reduced again to smell and sounds … as she walks around the table once, twice … on those black leather thigh-high boots … thud, thud, thud, thud, … then it stops.
The sinisterly cheery music starts … he feels Her cool, lubed, latex gloved index finger twist and slide into his asshole … he begins to let go and submit to Her pleasure and will … as it twists and glides, in and out …
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