Ding Dong.
I heard the quiet bell chiming inside the house.
"Come IN" she called, Her voice not sounding as far away as the doorbell had.
Opening the door, I could see little, as it was as dark in the foyer as it was outside tonight. A moonless evening.
"Put your hands behind your back, and close your eyes" I heard Her say.
Cautiously, I did so, and stood there, feeling my heart start to race more than it already had been driving over here.
Then I felt a sash wrapping my eyes, tightening behind my head. Then another wrapping my wrists together, tightly, but with enough wraps to keep them from going numb.
With a tug, I gathered I was to be pulled to follow Her direction. My senses recalled some stairs that way, and I prepared hesitant steps for those. Fumbling, almost falling, I hit the first one while She tugged me further up the stairs. I gathered the sash was more than a few feet long, as I heard Her footsteps well ahead of me.
No other words were spoken. I had assumed a certain 'evolution' of events, but did not know the exact process of how this would 'play out'.
When we stopped, nothing happened for a moment. My senses listening for clues were cut off with a head set being applied to my ears. Now I was blind of sight, and deaf of sounds. Some hands traveled down my chest, lingering, feeling the shape of my body under the shirt.
The hands moved around me. Slowly touching more of me. Feeling my cock thru my sweat pants, my legs. I felt something cold touch the inseam, then more tugging.
My hands felt movement of the sash, either being pulled or being tied to something. I hesitated to move forward, but wanted to feel if that was the case. Stepping forward, I felt the resistance of my bonds raise my hands, so I stepped back.
"Don't move!" She cooed softly. Then a resounding SMACK across my ass. OOOCchhh I thought... okay, I'll not try that again...
Something cold & sharp slipped past my neck, tugged, then again at my waist I thought my sweat pants were going to be pulled down, but the tugging was only for a moment.
Then at my neck, knuckles of two hands, grabbing my shirt, and a sudden pulling, ripping the shirt off my chest. As I felt myself pulled forward, I was held fast by my wrists as the sash pulled and tightened. Another grab at my shirt, and more ripping. I felt the material slip off my shoulders, and hang like a wasted rag off my arms.
Cold leather slipped across my stomach, and over my nipples. Slapping me. The sound of the slapper clapping, as my nipples receive several sharp swats each.
Then the hands again, now at my waist. Trembling I feel what's coming. My pants are not to be removed, but are ripped from me too. She must have cut the waistband to effectively rip these so efficiently. I feel Her fingers slip into my waistband. Sliding slowly back and forth, toying with my tummy. slipping a little lower, then around and around. I thought I felt another set of fingers joining Hers, when they pulled in different directions at once. RIPPING down the sides, then attacking the torn pieces, and pulling further, the cool air welcoming my skin to Her pleasures.
My shorts soon disappeared in the same fashion. I felt the scissors touch my skin, as they cut the waistband, then pulled off in one swift motion.