Seeing that image, something chimed deep in her core - something weirdly arousing. She'd learned during her playtimes with Monica and Steve that she got turned on by being a submissive fuck toy. By being helpless and vulnerable, and only able to accept and experience the sensations. This hood would make her helpless and vulnerable in a completely different manner, and she found that idea to be exciting - very exciting. While staring at her hooded image, she reached down, and yanked her panties to her knees. Plunging her fingers into her pussy, she finger-fucked herself furiously, feeling and smelling her juices as they began pouring out of her hole. When she came, the climax made her suddenly weak knees buckle and she sank to the floor. Panting, she kept her fingers inside herself, feeling her inner muscles rippling in aftershocks. "I still have to wait more than a week before my time with them. It can't get here fast enough!"
The next evening, she decided to try wearing the hood for an hour or so, sitting in front of a TV that she couldn't see. She learned that she could understand the words being said if she turned up the volume, but the voices were so muffled and distorted that she usually couldn't tell if a man or a woman was talking, except by the context of the statement. That meant that there was little chance she'd recognize the voices of the couple, even if they were friends of hers. After more than an hour, she still felt comfortable, if a little bored. "I doubt I'll feel very bored while I'm their toy, though," she thought.
Somehow that eternity of waiting was now over. She was due to be picked up in the next 15 minutes or so. As instructed, she was wearing only a simple black dress and flats. She'd already bound her hair into a tight ponytail, and sat holding the hood in her hand. She didn't have to wear the hood until she heard the special knock pattern on her door. She wasn't expecting anyone else, but the system of knocks was to assure her that the right person was at her door.
When the first knock sounded, Beth almost jumped out of her skin. Heart again in her throat, she moved to stand just inside the door as, after a pause, there were 3 knocks. There was another pause, and finally two deliberate knocks. That was the correct pattern! Beth called out, "Just a moment." She threaded her ponytail through the hood opening as she pulled it over her head. As it covered her eyes, she was plunged into absolute darkness, and could hear her own blood coursing through her ears as the hood covered them.
The enormity of what she was about to do hit her hard emotionally, just then. "I'm about to open the door to a stranger. Who knows what that person's true agenda might be? They could easily overpower me, make a copy of my key, hurt me, rob me, kidnap me!" she gibbered mentally. "But Monica trusts them," some part of her mind argued. "Yeah, but can you trust them? And you're assuming that they're still as trustworthy as Monica found them," the gibbering part shot back. And then it gave its final parting shot, "You're also assuming the person on the other side of the door is actually the person you're expecting!" Delicate patches of sweat were forming along her spine and in her armpits, but her innate curiosity welled up and flooded her being, and she knew she had to see this through. Wallowing in a mixture of anticipation and apprehension, she moved toward the door.
Blindly, she found the doorknob and opened the door, saying, "I'm ready." A hand took hold of her arm and guided her outward. She held out her key, and waited while whoever it was locked her door, as agreed. Then she was led to a car, and carefully helped in. She felt grateful that the person was taking great care to make certain she didn't stumble, or walk into things. She didn't know if the person fetching her was a man or a woman. Indeed, there could have been more than the driver in the car. She had no way of knowing. There was no reason to attempt small talk, since the hood muffled sounds so well, and her throat was very dry due to her nervousness. It was hard to keep track of time in the darkness, and the car made several turns and stops. It might've been a drive of 20 minutes or so, and, for that matter, the driver might not have taken the most direct route to their destination. All the turns and stops may have just served to confuse her. The couple could be living right down the street from her, for all she knew.
Ultimately, the car pulled into a garage, because Beth heard and felt the rumbling of the garage door being closed. She was now at their house! The car door next to her was opened, and she was helped out. Whoever was guiding her paused, and Beth wondered why. Shuffling nervously, she felt her foot touch something. "Oh! A step," she told herself. Carefully she lifted her foot and raised herself up the step. There was a pause at each of the three steps up.
Next, they passed into a room that somehow felt 'small' to Beth. Her curiosity seized on this to get her to temporarily stop worrying about what would happen to her. "Maybe this is a mudroom, or a laundry room, or something," she thought. But that line of thought was cut short because her dress was being opened and slipped off her body. Seconds later, she was naked, devoid of dress and shoes, which caused her feeling of helpless vulnerability to intensify! But that was nothing compared to what happened next. Someone pulled her wrists behind her back and tied them together. At the same time someone buckled something around her neck that felt and smelled like leather - something like a dog collar! Her feeling of helpless vulnerability increased a thousandfold!
Beth started to hyperventilate from anxiety, but mentally, as she took stock of her body, she realized that this sort of treatment was what she'd been craving. Her body reacted with a slowly blossoming arousal. Her breathing became more controlled, which must've been obvious to the watching couple. Beth dimly heard a 'click' and felt something being attached to the collar. "Oh my god," she mentally moaned. "I think I've just been leashed." Her nipples stiffened as she thought, "Why didn't Steve ever leash me?"
As the leash pulled at her neck, pulling her unknowingly toward the large living room, she stepped hesitantly forward, blindly lifting her feet in an exaggerated manner, uncertain if there were more steps to ascend. Where she was led, she had no idea, but a warm hand pressed against her chest to signal that she should halt. Standing there, she felt something being done to the ropes at her wrists. She really had no idea what, since sounds were so muffled. But less than a minute later there was an upward tug on her wrists. She felt very apprehensive as they tugged her wrists up behind her. She wondered, "Just what's their level of expertise in these things? Do they know the risks? If they pull too high, I might fall forward, and do serious damage to my shoulders!" As her bound hands were being pulled upward, the only way she could let that happen was to bend forward, spreading her legs apart for stability to prevent herself from falling over.
She couldn't know that the man was standing in front of her, ready to support her instantly if she did start to topple over. Thankfully the upward pull ceased when her torso was about horizontal to the floor. The pose was not actually painful, but it was definitely uncomfortable. Sighing with relief, she realized it was just the right elevation. At that moment her confidence in the couple grew and her apprehension faded.
There came a lengthy pause.
Standing in that awkward pose, unable to hear much, unable to see at all, Beth's imagination went into overdrive. She imagined what she must look like at this moment. A naked hooded figure, standing on slightly spread apart legs, bent over at the waist. Her arms tied behind her back, and lifted upward. "And oh my god... my tits! Just dangling under me like a cow's udders or something. And being viewed by this couple, who know I'm here to be their play toy," she thought. The arousal was building in her core as the image solidified in her mind. "And my pussy... no... my cunt... must be fully on display with my legs like this! How mortifying!" Her innate honesty kicked and she added mentally, "And how very, very exciting!"
She began panting softly. "Are they even in the room?" she wondered. "Are they sitting there, having a drink, deciding how best to use this new plaything?" She panted some more. "Are they staring at my tits? My cunt? My... my... ass hole?" She gasped quietly, shuddering, feeling goosebumps erupting along her flesh. "Are they playing with themselves... or pleasuring each other, getting themselves all worked up to vent their lust on me?" Her mind flashed back to that checklist she'd filled out, wracking her brains as to what she'd said was OK to do. A flash of insight burst into her consciousness. "The list said nothing about the presence of other people! Suppose they have another hooded sub here, too? Suppose they have trusted Dominants that they've invited over to party, using their latest toy as a sex object for everyone?" Beth was getting so turned on by all these myriad thoughts that her intimate tunnel was lubricating like mad now. Her carnal honey was beginning to spill out of her honey pot. She could feel it trickling on her thigh.
The woman noticed this, and pointed, softly whispering into her husband's ear, "Look at that. We haven't really done anything to her yet. She's getting off on just feeling helpless."
He grinned and nodded. Whispering back, he said, "Let's give her a few more minutes like this. The anticipation will work wonders on her libido."
In a way, the darkness was also comforting to Beth. Deprived of vision, she realized that the couple might be old, fat and ugly - maybe even repulsive. But in her mind's eye, she could paint them as lovely and handsome - a sort of ideal woman and man. Straining to remain in position, she waited patiently. No, that was a lie. She waited impatiently, her mind conjuring up all sorts of things. Derived of sight and mostly sound, unable to touch things, with nothing to taste and only the smell of the edge of the hood under her nose, her mind went into a crescendo of strange scenarios. The couple may have been playing mind games with her, because every once in a while, she felt stray air currents stroke her exposed skin, as if someone passed by closely, but without touching. It became maddening. She said, "Please, somebody do something to me! Do anything to me!" But she only said those things in her mind, since she was panting too hard now to talk.
Almost as if someone had heard that mental plea, a pair of hands cupped her tits and squeezed, the fingers getting a grip on her dangling globes. Before Beth could react, something swatted her ass hard, making her yelp in surprise! Her body lurched forward, instinctively trying to escape that impact. Such a movement might've hurt her arms and shoulders, but the top of her head butted against the tummy of the person gripping her breasts, and that stabilized her movement. She raised her head a little. The next swat stung as much as the first, and she yelped a little louder as her hooded forehead now pressed against the tummy and the hands squeezed her tits more firmly to hold her steady.