I'm standing naked in a large room. I'm wearing 4" spike heels, which are red. My wrists are tied behind my back. The room is cool, and a breeze washes over my hard nipples. My long dark hair falls down my back almost to my waist. I am facing an ornate door in an otherwise empty room. There is light coming from somewhere behind me. I hear nothing except my own breathing.
I have been here for maybe ten minutes. A few hours ago, a large sum of money was deposited in my bank account. In return, my body belongs to those who bought me. For two hours I will be available to be used in whatever manner my benefactors see fit. The transaction was all done online, and there are safeguards, but I have no idea what is in store for me. A small shiver ripples through my naked body.
Suddenly a man appears to my right. He is young, somewhere in his early twenties, with close-cropped hair and a muscular body. He is shirtless and barefoot, clad only in jeans. His eyes look me up and down. I hope he likes what he sees, and I shiver again. He moves around behind me and unties my wrists.
"Clasp your hands behind your head", he says. I obey. He moves to the door and opens it.
"Let's go", he says. I follow him through the door, and the adrenaline begins to course through my body.
I move through the door into another room. It is dim, with no obvious light source other than candles which are burning along the walls. In the center of the room is a large wooden frame, maybe eight feet high and five feet wide. There are ropes attached at each corner with cuffs attached to their ends. It is immediately apparent where I will be, and my breath catches. On the far side of the frame stands another man. He is naked, with a lean, chiseled body and long hair. He is older, maybe in his early thirties, with a short beard and brown eyes which bore into me. His cock is not hard yet, but it is clearly large and thick. There is a table next to the man with many implements displayed. There are various vibrators, dildos of all sizes, tubes of lubricants, nipple clamps and, most alarmingly, a flogger. I have no doubt I will experience them all. My mind is afraid, but my body is excited, and a trickle of fluid leaks out of my pussy and down my leg.
The mans' eyes stare at my body, and I see his cock twitch. I try to suppress a smile, but the man notices my reaction anyway. My hands are still clasped behind my head, forcing my breasts forward and up. His gaze stays fixed on my nipples and he, too, suppresses a smile.
"Stand in the frame", he says. Hesitantly I obey.
"You are not to speak unless you are spoken to. Do you understand?" I nod.
"Stretch your arms above you and to the sides." Again I do what he says. I tremble as my fear increases.
The man reaches up and secures my wrists to the cuffs at the end of the ropes. It is not uncomfortable, but my arms are stretched straight.
"Spread your legs." Reluctantly I move my feet apart. He notices my hesitation and picks up the flogger.
"Farther", he growls. I move my legs further apart, and he puts the flogger down. He bends and secures my ankles to the cuffs at the bottom of the frame. I am stretched in the shape of an X but still comfortable. Then the man activates a mechanism on the side of the frame which pulls all four ropes tight to the corners. Suddenly my body is stretched taut, and I can move nothing except my head. I am fully exposed and vulnerable, and my body belongs to the men in the room.
For a short while nothing happens. I notice a mirror on the far wall and stare at the reflection of my body stretched tight in the frame. I look at myself and swallow. There is no sound in the room except for my own breathing. I shudder again as I wait.
Then I feel hands caressing my legs. The man in jeans has moved behind me and runs his hands along my left leg. He starts at my ankle and slowly moves up, past my knee, trailing his fingers along the inside of my thigh before stopping just short of my pussy. He does the same with my right leg. His touch is soft, almost loving, and my fear recedes slightly. His hands move away after awhile.
The naked man in front of me is watching intently. He hasn't touched me yet, but he will. I glance at him briefly, then cast my eyes away. In spite of my fear, my body longs for his touch. As if reading my mind, he reaches forward and touches my breasts. His hands move in slow circles, softly caressing the skin around my nipples. This seems to last forever, though in reality probably less than a minute, and I sigh at the touch as I close my eyes. Then his fingers grasp first one nipple, then the other, and he plays with them, rolling them between his fingers and thumbs and lightly touching the tips. I start to sigh again until he suddenly pinches them, and I cry out in pain. I open my eyes and plead silently for him to stop, but he continues to squeeze and pull them away from my body. He finally lets go, but my nipples continue to ache. They have never been so hard and sensitive as they are now.
The ache begins to subside, but then the man reaches for the nipple clamps and I gasp in fear. They are clover clamps, designed to tighten on the nipples when pulled. They are connected by a short chain. The man puts one clamp on my right nipple, and the short sudden pain shoots through me to my pussy. Then he clamps the left nipple, and there is even more pain. Tears form in my eyes as I gasp. Then he picks up the chain in the center and puts it in my mouth, causing more agony in my breasts as the clamps pull my nipples up.
"Don't let the chain go until I say, or you will be punished." I look at the flogger and moan, keeping the chain between my teeth.
I focus on the chain until I feel hands on my ass. The man behind me is caressing my cheeks, slowly, almost languorously, the same way he touched my legs. His fingers move over my skin, then one forefinger probes for my tight hole and brushes the outside of it. I shiver again, almost dropping the chain but catching myself in time. The mans' hands continue their exploration of my ass, then I feel his cock rubbing slowly in my crack. He has lost the jeans, and now I am bound in a room with two naked men. I focus on the chain as I try and control my fear.
I watch as the man in front of me reaches for a tube of lubricant and hands it to the man behind me. I hear him open the tube, and then I feel him pull my cheeks apart and slowly insert a forefinger into my hole. He moves his finger slowly in circles, probing deeper with each motion. I clench my ass involuntarily but then try and consciously relax. My breathing is quick and shallow. I feel the cool liquid in my hole as I close my eyes and focus on the chain and the lubricant. I know what will be next, and sure enough I hear the man in front hand something to the man behind me. Suddenly a long, thin dildo is pushed into me, slowly at first, but then farther and deeper. The dildo finally stops its journey as a feeling of fullness spreads through my ass.