You will thread the chain over the lowest branch next to the tree trunk so that both ends hang down and are level.
You will place your leather hood on your head, lace the ties tightly and close the buckles. You will make sure that the blindfold and mouth covers are both in place and securely buckled.
You will then raise your arms as far as they will go and securely fasten your cuffs to each end of the chain using the two padlocks I have provided in the Jiffy bag.
You will then wait!
Should you refuse or fail to carry out these instructions to the letter, be in no doubt that I will make all the information I have on you, including several photographs available publicly and I will make sure I send special copies to your boss and work colleagues.
I am looking forward to a hot dirty Saturday night Grace.
Max
I read the note several times taking in the detail. OMG, every detail about me was correct down to how much I had outstanding on my mortgage. How the hell did anyone manage to obtain all that information? I considered my options which seemed to be pretty limited; firstly, I could follow his instructions, although there was no telling what he would do to me, secondly, I could ignore them and face the consequence of my friends, family and work colleagues learning of my very private and personal activities or thirdly, I could go to the Police and report that I was being blackmailed. I soon discounted the third as the idea of recounting my prior activities to a room full of sniggering plods was not an appealing thought and at the end of the day, what evidence did I have other than a few pictures?
That left the first and second options and the more I considered it, the first option was the only one I could realistically consider. Whilst not directly connected with my job, this is the sort of salacious gossip that would circulate around the City, in about an hour undoubtedly resulting in my very hard worked for career going the same way as the Titanic. I re-read the note for about the fortieth time and considered the prospect of tying myself up in my own back garden half naked. That was enough to get me wet but the idea that a complete stranger would then have access to control my body and me with no power to stop them scared and excited me at the same time.
I concluded that I had no choice and as Saturday approached my apprehension grew. It was one thing entertaining a posse of well-hung studs for my pleasure, but I was largely in control of them, but I had never planned on my little deviant secrets becoming wide-spread knowledge, especially to strangers. As the afternoon wore on, I became a bag of nerves and one seriously horny bitch. As instructed, I showered and prepared myself; makeup and hair done, neatly shaven, stockings, suspenders, high-heels, G-string, bra, wrist cuffs and ball-gag all in place. I had already retrieved the chain and at 7:57 precisely I stepped gingerly outside, putting the keys under a nearby plant-pot. It was a warm evening, and I was a wet as I'd ever been. I could feel the juices welling up inside me and as I made my way over to the old oak tree, I couldn't help but fantasise about what was going to happen in the next few hours. Although I could see no sign of anyone in the old Victorian house, I was sure my secret blackmailer was watching.
I reached the tree and as instructed looped the chain over the lowest branch, put the hood on and laced it up. Having come this far I wasn't going to back out now, so I quickly snapped one of the padlocks over the end of the chain and my right wrist cuff and after a bit of fiddling, managed the same with my left. So here I was, dressed only in sexy underwear, hooded, gagged and chained to a tree in my own back garden. Just what I need on a warm summer weekend evening. I tried to listen for any sound but other than a few birds singing, all was quiet. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other and finally settled on both. I wriggled and flexed waiting for something to happen but nothing. It seemed like an age, and I could feel the air cooling as the sun went down. What if he didn't show up? What if this was all some big joke and I was destined to be found by some random passer-by days later, still chained up. I didn't even want to think about that. Time passed as minutes turned into hours and I could feel the air cooling, my nipples responding accordingly.
At least another hour passed and eventually I heard voices, low and whispered, but definite voices. I tensed trying to hear but I couldn't make out the words. I could however sense people around me. A brush on my arm then my nipple roughly tweaked. I let out a shriek, but the sound was blocked by the gag and hood. The padlocks were removed, and I was allowed to lower my aching arms, but they were immediately pulled behind my back and my wrists locked together again. I was shoved forward, I take a tentative step, then another hard shove. I get the message and start walking. I can feel the grass give way to hard path under my shoes and although I'm completely blind, I assume we're heading to the old Victorian house. The concrete path turns to gravel and then the road outside my house. I am led up the long gravel drive and eventually guided into what I assumed was the house. I hear the floor change to old creaky wooden floorboards, and I am directed right and left, right and left and then carefully down a steep flight of stairs.
At the bottom we stop. I wonder what fate awaits me. I don't have to wait long as my arms are untied. I feel them pulled out and apart. I am pushed backwards until I feel a hard surface behind me. My body is stretched out in the shape of a cross, and my wrists and ankles are fastened. I feel other straps being pulled down over me; my calves, knees, thighs, hips, waist, chest and lower and upper arms are all tightly strapped down. No-one has touched me yet but I can already feel the juices welling up inside me, my lips thickening and my clit tingling. I seem to be strapped down to some bondage device. The back panel is tilted back slightly, and I feel the laces at the back of the hood loosened. The hood is roughly pulled up over my head and removed, my eyes strain to react to the dim light.
I see my blackmailer and captors for the first time. Unexpectedly, there are three of them, two in their early thirties and one mid to late forties. Although I shouldn't have been thinking such thoughts, the first thing that entered my mind was that they were all incredibly good looking; Latin skinned, muscular and very well groomed. All were wearing tight fitting leather trousers and no tops, and all had serious tans and six-packs that would undoubtedly qualify them for my 'top stud' team. They watched me intently. I waited for someone to say something but silence. One of the younger ones moved behind me and I felt the device slide and tilt further. The older guy approached me. My heart racing and for an instant, I had a raging fear that they might all be gay; God help me, what a waste!!
Still no words, but he stood directly in front of me, the end of his nose less than three inches from mine. I can feel his breath on my cheek, and I can smell him, he smells good... both his hands gently touch and stroke my face, neck and shoulders, dancing over my skin, hardly touching me but generating static bursts of electricity where he does. The younger one appears at my side with a pair of scissors and a few snips later my knickers and bra are discarded on the floor, history.
My heart is pounding, my nipples rock hard, my juices in full flow and I'm desperate for some real attention. Still, no-one says anything! The older guy removes my ball-gag and pushes several fingers into my mouth. I'm sure I can taste pussy juice on his fingers but immediately I'm distracted as his now wet fingers grip and twist my right nipple. He stares intently into my eyes as he increases pressure to the point where I wince and moan loudly. The left nipple gets the same treatment but still no-one says anything. I can't remember ever being so scared, excited and aroused all at the same time.
The third guy appears at the other side of me and all three paw roughly at my body, both nipples are pulled, pinched and tweaked at until they are red raw, my tits slapped and squeezed. The older guy encircles my neck tightly with a large muscular hand and teases the very tip of my clit with the other. I'm choking, seeing stars with a huge orgasm building, my muscles starting to tense when suddenly together, they all step back. The older guy moves towards the door and the others follow, not giving me so much as a look. They leave with the last one flicking the light switch off. I am left in complete darkness, strapped down to this bloody device, unable to move more than my fingers and desperate for the orgasm that was so close. I wait, and wait, and bloody wait but nothing. Time passes and I'm desperate for a pee. I hold it in for as long as I can but eventually, I have no option but to let go and a warm stream of pee gushes out and runs down the board.
In the cool darkness, I can feel every inch of my body, held tight by the straps, the throbbing in my nipples and clit recedes and eventually I drift off into a half sleep. It seems like hours pass but I have no way of telling exactly how long. I hear noises upstairs, people moving around and muffled talking, laughter. I hear steps approaching and the door opens, the light is flicked on and for the first time I see my surroundings; what probably started life as a wine cellar was now a magnificent dungeon of epic proportions, with a huge, curved red brick roof, maybe thirty-metre to forty-metre long the walls are rough stone and brick. There are several enormous four-poster beds, a huge sofa and a massive plasma TV on one end wall as well as a well-stocked bar and numerous BDSM play contraptions placed at strategic locations with several doors leading off each side to other rooms.
The two younger guys approach, release me from my bonds and lead me over to one of the side doors. We enter a massive wet room. They strip me fully naked and follow themselves and I can't help but admire their very impressive appendages One fiddles with controls on the wall and the whole ceiling above us turns into a huge showerhead. I can see them starting to get aroused as they focus on me. I stand passively as they soap me all over washing off the sweat of the evening. The hot water cascades over me. Never has a hot shower felt so good.
They turn the water off and towel me down. One produces a brush and carefully brushes my hair and the other applies copious amounts of scented oil all over me, gently massaging it in. I've never been attended to by men before like this and it's a weird feeling, especially now given their aroused states. They dry themselves off and still silent, motion me to return to the main dungeon.
