I'm standing outside waiting for you to pick me up. You never pick me up, I know there's something planned.
Your car pulls around the corner and I climb in.
"Put this on under your sunglasses." you say as you hand me a small blindfold.
I take it and do as you say, hiding the strap under my hair. It's small but it works well enough.
We drive for a short while, chatting a little, but mostly in silence, I'm sure you're watching me squirm as I get wetter and wetter in anticipation.
Soon you stop the car, from what little light gets through the blindfold I know we're in a parking garage. You grab my bag and tell me to stay put until you open my door. Grabbing my arm you help me out of the car, and hand my purse back to me. With your arm around my waist you guide me toward the elevator.
Once in the elevator you grab my hair and pull my head down and hips back, bending me forward, my ass out and available to you. Quickly you spank me through my skirt, holding my hair so I can't lunge forward when the blows land. The elevator slows and you pull me upright again, stepping close behind as your hand moves up my skirt to my warmed ass.
The elevator stops and you look out quickly, before grabbing my hair to pull me forward. I stumble a few steps in my heels before regaining my balance. We walk down the hallway, I'm ahead of you as you guide me with a firm hand in my hair. We stop and I hear the beep and click of an electronic key being used in the door.
You open the door and push me through. I stop a few steps in as the door closes heavily behind us.
You push me against the wall and we kiss, hard, hungrily, before you break away and pull me to the floor to ceiling windows.
"Is this what you wanted?" you say as you push me against the window, my face hard against the glass. "To be shown off as the whore you are?"
I whimper as you reach around and grab my breasts through my blouse. Your hand travels up to my throat, gripping tightly.
"I said, is this what you want?"
"Yes." I breathe out, with what little air I can get around your hand at my throat.
"Good."
Your hand moves from my throat and back to my blouse. Pulling me back a step from the window, you tear open the top half of my blouse, exposing my bra underneath.
I'm pressed back against you as your hands slide inside my bra, your fingers finding my nipples hard beneath. Pinching gently you pull my nipples up, out of the bra cups, before pushing me back against the window. The rings of my piercings hit the glass with a small click, and I inhale as I feel the cold of the glass.
My breath leaves a small patch of fog on the window as you run your hands down my body. Finding the end of my skirt, your hands move up the back of my legs, my skirt catching on your wrists and moving up my thighs slowly. Your hands find my ass, still slightly warm from the spanking in the elevator. Sliding a hand along my ass you bring it between my legs.
"Good girl" you say, sliding your hand forward. "You really are a dirty whore, not wearing any panties. I love that your wet pussy has been barely hidden under this skirt the whole time."
Withdrawing your hand you bring your fingers to my lips, leaving a trail of my come on the window as you draw them across my mouth. I lick them clean, savoring my taste and scent on your hands.
Pulling your hand away you grab my hips, bending me forward as you pull them away from the window. Several hard spankings land on my exposed ass, leaving distinct prints at first that then blend together to a slight pinkness. I inhale sharply at the first couple, but start to whimper in pain mixed with pleasure by the last few.
Quickly you spin me around, pushing me back to the window. Holding my skirt up you makes sure that my now warm and pink ass is pressed against the cold glass.
The cold comes as a shock against the warm skin, and I tense and lean forward into you.
Pushing me back you grab my hair, pulling my head to the side.
Your lips are close as you ask: "Does that feel good against your hot little ass? Imagine what all the people below must think."
"You've been dressed for entirely too long."
Grabbing the front of my blouse you tear it open the rest of the way. Pulling it off, you throw it into a corner of the room. Next goes the bra, then the skirt you unzip before tearing it the rest of the way.
I'm left standing naked in my heels, my ass cooling against the window.
"I do enjoy you naked in front of me."
Your hands slide up my torso, stopping as you grab each breast firmly. You massage them momentarily, before grabbing my nipples, pinching them as you flick them with your index finger.
I shiver and whimper as you tease my nipples. Seeing my response you bend to suck and lick them. Grabbing a nipple gently between your teeth you toy with it, licking the tip as you roll it between your teeth before pulling back to tug on my piercings. The increased teasing makes me whimper more, and I try to pull my ever more sensitive nipples away from your attentions.
With your free hand you grab my arm, rising to press me against the glass with your body.
"Where do you think you're going?"
You turn me around again, stretching my arms up and out against the glass. Placing your hand between my thighs you push my legs wide, leaving me to balance precariously in my heels.
"Don't move." Your breath is warm in my ear.
I nod and whimper an affirmative, but you've turned away to your bag of ropes. I can hear you pulling them out as I rest my head on the glass, still blindfolded and getting wetter with each passing moment.
You press yourself behind me again, I can feel you reaching up near my hands. There's a soft click first on one side, then the other. You step back again, and this time when you return it's to pull my wrist down for your ropes. The ropes are smooth against my skin as you quickly tie my wrist. With the rope secured you bring my hand up again, and clip it to the industrial suction cup you'd put on the window moments earlier. My other wrist and both ankles are likewise tied, and I'm left standing pressed against the glass, unable to move. As a finishing touch, I feel your hands slide around my breasts, and you grab my nipple rings. Gently stretching them up, you hook the rings over two smaller suction cups on the window. Even the slightest of movements cause the rings to pull against my tender nipples.
Standing spread eagle, my pussy is against the window, the cold creeping down my clit piercing. I imagine you behind me, admiring your work. I feel your hands at my hips, pulling me back from the window what little I can manage. My nipples are stretched hard against the rings and I gasp at the sensation.
