The metal cuffs securing my wrists firmly at my lower back are beginning to warm to my skin. My elbows are bound as closely as possible with bindings, causing my back to arch and my breasts to lift provocatively into the air. The soft silk that covers my eyes allows me only to distinguish between light and shadow. My body is bare and floor beneath my feet feels cool.
Firm hands take hold of my shoulders, guiding me forward into a brighter light. My feet feel lush carpeting beneath them. As I am directed to stop, I stand perfectly still, my heart beating in my ears, my breathing shallow and fast. I sense there are several people here with me, but I cannot know how many. I hear whispers and the soft sound of feet shuffling on carpet. The hands that guided me to this place caress my body, cup my breasts, and softly brush the side of my face. Returning to my breasts, the hands fondle my nipples, and I feel them harden. Fingers roll the nipples between them, pinching occasionally, eliciting a cry from my lips. Suddenly a sharp stab of pain courses through my body from my nipples, and I feel the chain that is attached to the nipple clamps lightly brush against my body.
Casually running the length of my body, the hands outline the roundness of my hips and stop at the inside of my thighs. I catch my breath at the nearness of these hands to my greatest softness. I will the hands to reach up, prod the moist silkiness between my legs, and give me release.
Instead, the hands gently, yet firmly, push my thighs apart until my feet are spread far apart. I begin to lose my balance, and feel as though I may fall, but the hands hold on to my hips to steady me. There is movement on the floor between my feet, yet it is difficult to tell exactly what it is. Finally, a voice says, "Kneel." Hands once again reach out to steady me as I slowly sink to my knees. Those same hands reach out and spread my knees further apart, until I feel….something…..on my hot sex. I gasp as I realize that a tongue is slowly exploring my sensitive softness. I do not know whether the tongue that is licking and probing the folds of my sex is a man or woman, and slowly the pleasure of this seeking tongue erases all concern.
As I begin to writhe to the motions of the tongue and lips beneath me, a sudden piercing pain on my nipples suddenly startles me. As the chain attached to the nipple clamps is pulled and tugged I cry out in a mixture of both pleasure and pain. The chain is allowed to once more brush against my body, and a voice softly laughs while stroking my hair. My breathing is much faster now, and I can feel my breasts heaving in front of me.