[Bondage] THEM

[sir.jaerls]

The cold metal table chilled her skin. Goosebumps chased each other across her legs and stomach. But they were nothing compared to the butterflies careening in her stomach.

The light streaming down on her nude body illuminated every curve and rise. The freshly shaved mounds of her sex fairly gleamed in the direct light, each drop of her wetness becoming a single shining point like diamonds hanging from her folds

Bound hand and foot, strapped cruelly and tightly to the table, the only sound in the empty room that of her own labored breath: in and out, in and out - shallow, rapid, all her bounds would allow.

The room was dark. Deep shadows disappeared into corners and walls retreated beyond the reach of the single naked light.

She could not tell how large the space was, the sole bulb shined only on her small struggles against the table.
She heard a door open and then footsteps slither and scratch into the room. Shapes began to solidify from the darkness. Men shuffled into the room. Lots of men. They stayed in the shadows, surrounding the circle of light centered on her.

Their faces were obscured, their bodies disappeared into the shadows, but she could see enough to know that they watched her closely. Each man's eyes trained on her sex, or breasts, or legs or belly.
They watched her squirm and heard her whimpers: shapeless, formless men, shadows of lust and desire surrounding her on one side.

Her master entered the room. He stood next to her facing the men, strong fingers stroking her gentle flesh. He caressed her breasts, and pulled her nipples in the way she loved. He traced her from the soft, warm skin of the inner thigh to the join of her legs. Arousing her, playing her like an instrument, like a toy in front of these strangers, letting them see her writhe under his spell.

Letting them see her arch her back and moan with desire as his hand parted her sex. Letting them see her toes curl and her breath stop under the rising approach of her orgasm. Wordlessly, he pointed out her gaping sex, the opening of her folds as her body cried out to be filled. She was exposed to these men, these voyeurs, and there is nothing of her held from their hungry gaze.

Again and again, she was brought to the point of explosion and denied her release. Again and again, her body performed for these strangers in the darkness. But it was not her body he wanted to take from her and put on display for these men

The need of release grew stronger and stronger. The sights and sounds of the strangers faded in comparison to her body's screaming need for completion. Her Master's touch pulled her ever and ever closer to her explosion, denied again and again until she gives him what he wants, what they want

She screamed, begged him, pleaded with him, crying out in tears for his touch, his permission, his blessing for her climax. Her pelvis slammed the cold steel table in desperation, tearing at her bonds. She called herself every name she could think of, making wild promises in her fury and heat

Finally, mercifully, he gave her the climax long sought. She screamed again, burning her throat as wave after wave crashed through her, over her, taking her completely. Her body pulled the restraints, a primal cry ripped from her throat as the release so long denied overwhelmed her senses and the light in her eyes drilled to a pinpoint and dissolved into blackness.

The orgasm took her from the men in the shadows and left her in her master's arms.

One by one the men shuffled out again.

Her master remained, holding her as she slept..

[P_A_122]

I remember reading this story somewhere, a long while ago I think....... Still, damn fine story. Excellently written.

[sir.jaerls]

Originally Posted by P_A_122

I remember reading this story somewhere, a long while ago I think....... Still, damn fine story. Excellently written.

I had it on my blog for a while. Thank you.