I was blindfolded. I wasn't scared, more apprehensive perhaps. I had told Eric about my darkest fantasy, and I had finally agreed for him to help me fulfill it. I didn't know where I was, we had been driving for about an hour as far as I could judge. I was in the rear of Eric's car behind tinted glass, wouldn't do to be sitting in front with a blindfold on.
Eric wasn't speaking, part of the build up towards fulfilling my dream, I supposed. My lower stomach flipped as I played through my fantasy in my mind. Would it be all I thought it would be? My panties were damp, no, actually soaked through. My cunt was tingling.
The car slowed and I could hear the tires driving over gravel. The car stopped, my nervousness increased. Eric had said I could pull out at any time but I was determined to see things through. In the back of my mind, I knew Eric would have control over what was about to happen to me and be there to see that nothing too rough would occur. I hoped.
The rear door was opened and Eric took my arm and helped me out, a hand on my head lest I should bang it. It amused me that he was being so gentle bearing in mind my fantasy could involve involve an element of pain. I need to explain about my fantasy. Since I was young, I've always wished that I could be taken prisoner, blindfolded and tied. Forced to have sex in all my holes, mouth, pussy and ass. Though I've told Eric that the ass bit was just in my fantasy and don't think I would like it in real life.
I could hear birds singing, a dog barking. A slight breeze ruffled my thin dress which was all I was told I could wear. It was quite chilly despite it being nearly summer but it was early in the day. My nipples hardened and a fresh squirt of my pussy juice ran down my legs as I thought what could happen to me in the next few minutes.
I conclude we were somewhere out of town in the country. Eric led me by the hand along a path which I hesitantly shuffled along. My heart was beating fast. Grass tickled my ankles. He told me to stop, stand still and not move. His first words since he had picked me up from my apartment.
I heard a jangle of keys, a padlock being unlocked and then what my mind interpreted as a hasp, squeakily being drawn over a staple, then hinges squealing as heavy doors were dragged open. I heard some muffled conversation, at least one other person was close by. I felt a hand on my arm pulling me forward, with a frisson of alarm I wondered if this was Eric or the other person. Musty animal smells hit my nostrils; I was in a barn of sorts. The doors squealed shut behind me, shutting me off from the world. Not a person apart from Eric knew where I was, I realised with a sense of dread.
My hands were jerked forward and crossed. A rope was tied around them. Suddenly, my arms were pulled high in the air and just my toes made contact with the floor. My dress was torn from me. Dangling naked, I was spun around, whose hands were they? I hoped Eric was still here. Fingers brushed my nipples, tweaked them. More fingers trailed down my ribcage, over my hip onto my buttocks. My legs were parted, I felt warm breath on my pussy and an audible sniff. Ropes were tied round my ankles and my legs were stretched wide.