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.