James stepped back to look at his work. The bright white rope was set off nicely by Jan's deeply tanned arm and the royal blue dress. It was a shame she would never be able to see it. The blindfold had been the first thing he'd put on her, a simple leather strap with adjustable eye pads. Simple, but wonderfully secure. She would see nothing as long as it was in place. Everything now depended on her other senses and he took advantage of that to heighten her sense of touch. His fingers lightly stroked over her strapless dress, down and across her breasts, circling her hardening nipples, across her belly, hands holding and gently kneading her ass. His intent was to drive her to helpless arousal and from her moans he was succeeding.
A hobble rope was added at her ankles, about a foot and half long. Enough so she would need to focus when she used stairs, but still short enough that every long step would remind her of her restraint. Because of the hobble and the blindfold, Jan wore low pumps. The dress came to mid-thigh, but her legs were bare. If people could have seen through the dress, they would have seen she had nothing on underneath it.
He was smiling at his helpless prey. Standing six feet tall, he was almost a head taller than her five feet four inches. His hair was short, combed from one side, and a reddish brown. Hers fell just below her neck, sweeping back from a center part and tucked behind her ears most of the time. She was lithe, with a moderate bust and a gentle sweep to her hips from a narrow waist. His shorts and pullover knit shirt showed an athletic, but not overly muscular, body. He was in his early 30s, she was about 10 years younger. He pinched her nipples again, twisting them slowly until she squealed.
Leaving Jan to wonder what was next, he walked across the room and pulled out two items he had kept hidden from her view while she could still see. Now he walked back and set them down, watching her jump as the jangle of one item broke the silence of the room. The collar was first. She tensed and sucked in her breath as she felt the leather go around her neck. Her attempt to step back was easily stopped and within a minute the collar was buckled, well out of reach of her fingers.
The second object was going to be more challenging. The blindfold would be locked in place once it was on and he wanted to make sure the straps of the head harness reinforced the blindness without being too uncomfortable. Carefully lowering it over her head he made sure her vision remained blocked, ignoring her soft protests, and then muffling them by pushing the ring into her mouth. At that point she became much more animated, shaking her head and trying to move away. He stepped forward until his body pressed against hers, one arm around her so he could hold her in place, the other working on the harness gag. He spoke softly, trying to keep her calm, telling her to trust him. It was a challenge, but he did eventually get the harness on and buckled. A few little tugs made sure the straps of the harness were snug without causing discomfort over the blindfold. He put his finger into the open O created by the ring gag, pressing down on her wet tongue, just to show how totally helpless she was now.
He stepped back and picked up his phone. Jan stood, afraid, while she heard the electronic shutter move around her. Then his hand brushed down her cheek, a finger hooked in the ring of her collar, and she was being led carefully across the room. Blinded, it was all totally unfamiliar to her. A door opened and he whispered there were two steps. Guiding her and giving her time to get her feet where they needed to be, he took her down one step, closed the door behind her, then began lifting her dress. She squirmed, trying to hold her dress down by squeezing her legs together and pressing her bound hands to her ass but there was no way to stop him. She felt the cloth no lower than her belly and a finger lightly running along her slit made her bend over and squeal again, a large glob of saliva falling from her open mouth and landing on her left knee. He laughed and lifted his finger to her nose. She could smell her own arousal.
He left her on the step while he opened the rear door of his Jeep, then helped he down the last stop to the concrete floor. Knowing she would never make the step into the Jeep with her hobble, he scooped her up and carried her. She felt the dress fall away from her ass and slide up her legs. She didn't understand why, but her helpless exposure was creating an intense desire in her and she knew that the little bit of arousal she had smelled on the finger was continuing to get stronger.
James pulled her hem up to her waist before strapping Jan into the seatbelt, then he gave each nipple another little twist before closing the door. She could hear him get into the front seat, the garage door opening, and the engine starting. After a short pause, she could hear the electronic sound of a phone ringing, a click, then James saying, "We're on our way." There was silence, then movement. She felt the sun on her body through the window, amazed that the blindfold was so secure she didn't even notice any brightening. Then they were driving. She felt so exposed, head bound, hands tied, dress hiked up over her hips. She wondered if anybody could see her, how much traffic there was. Mostly, she wondered where they were going.
They drove for a long time, turning, right, left, stopping, speeding up. Finally, there was a bump, slowing, then a stop. James waited then stopped the engine and got out. It seemed like minutes passed before her door was opened and she was unbuckled. She was once again bodily lifted up and removed from the vehicle, door closing behind her, and carried to someplace a little cooler. Jan moved her feet a little, expecting to be on the floor soon, but he held her and as she heard the garage door closing she also heard a woman's soft giggle.
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Kara answered her phone, saying nothing. The male voice from the other end announced, "We're on our way," and she smiled. Mark turned his head when he heard the voice. "It's time to get started," she told him. "Well, more than that blindfold anyway." Putting down her coffee, she got up and walked to the chair where Mark sat blindfolded, ballgagged, and handcuffed, as he had been for the past hour.
Guiding him, she helped Mark stand and had him slide out of his shoes. They were nearly the same height, her at five foot six, him at five foot eight, but now with the little bit of boost from her sandals she could almost look him in the blindfold. His was like Jan's, a leather strap with adjustable pads. Her hair fell to her shoulders after crossing her forehead in bangs, and she had the look of somebody who spent enough time in the sun for color without getting a deep tan. There was a little extra padding on her arms and belly, but she was cute and still shapely, her bustline being a bit larger and her bras allowing them to bounce in a way that attracted attention. His hair was combed from a side part, over his ears and onto his neck. Hers was blond, his a sandier blond. He had the darker tan of a person who spent time in the sun just to enjoy it.
After he had been handcuffed and blindfolded there had been a lot of walking, doors opening and closing, the garage door going up and down, easily heard from certain rooms in the house. After a while he didn't know if there was one person in the house or a crowd. This uncertainty made him jump when her hands gripped the front of his jeans and she pulled down the zipper. Mark Mmpffed into his gag and moved his hips, but she reached a delicate hand into the opening and grabbed his cock. Now he shook his head in addition to blubbering through the gag, but she just giggled softly and began to stroke him, feeling his manhood begin to swell in her grip.
Kara teased him for a little while, then pulled her hand back out and opened the button, quickly grabbing the waist and pushing it out of reach of his cuffed hands. She dropped to the floor and urged him to step out of the pants, which he did, realizing he could not get them back up on his own. She paused to look up at his cock, now bobbing with his pulse and sticking nearly straight out from him. The deep tan of his body was broken by a very small brief shape of lighter skin. A wicked grin crossed her lips and she moved her head up, licking his thighs as she did so. Again, he shook his head and tried to back away, but she was insistent and finally ran her tongue in a slow, wet lick from his balls to the tip of his cock, bringing not a protest, but a groan of pleasure from him. He was a bit larger than what the "experts" said was average. She would need to take that into account later.
Mark felt relieved when his cock was once again allowed to flop down, being a little uncomfortable in this dark and unfamiliar world. Was there one person or more? Had the tongue that so sweetly licked him been Kara, or somebody else? His thoughts were interrupted by the feel of a leather strap being buckled onto his right thigh. The leather cuff had four rings, and it was set so they were on the outside, between the legs, and almost directly front and back. Then the left thigh was strapped, and he felt a cool, metal clip run over his leg before the clip snapped into place on the rings between the legs. This would keep the straps from turning on his legs.
He felt his feet nudged apart, then felt a leather cuff on his right ankle. Another followed on his left ankle and when he tried to move his feet back together, he found that he couldn't. Kara looked at the spreader bar, nudged him out a little more and moved the adjustment two more inches, then looked up. Once again, she paused with her mouth on his cock, this time taking it into her mouth and feeling it swell quickly. Oh yes, she thought, he's ready.
She unlocked one cuff of the handcuffs holding his wrists and lifted his t-shirt off. No hair. Time to play later, she thought. She tied a rope to his right wrist and pulled it down to the thigh cuff, wrapping the rope through the ring on the back of his thigh several times before tying it off at his wrist. A minute later he left wrist was tied and she completely removed the metal cuffs. Standing with both arms tied to the back of his legs had the interesting effect of pushing his hips forward, as if he was offering his cock. That was exactly the look she wanted. A belt was buckled around his waist, then he heard her phone clicking as pictures were taken. His protests were ignored.
Kara teased his cock again, this time with her fingertips, but she didn't want him hard, just aroused. Stepping behind him she ran her fingers over his bare, hairless chest, grinding her hips against his ass until the arousal moved him to start rubbing his hands over her legs where they touched the backs of his legs. She pulled her jeans down to her knees and once again stood behind him, pressing tightly against him. His hands caressed her thighs, a little frustrated that he couldn't bring his hands together enough to touch THERE. She felt him trying, and pulled her panties aside, moving her hips in reach and guiding one of his fingers into her. Mark once again groaned in pleasure at the warm wetness as she stroked his finger in and out a few times. Then she stepped away and pulled her clothes back into place.
