The girl stands on her front porch, peering out across the sidewalk to the street. She doesn't see the car she is looking for. The light is fading fast, and a chilly wind rattles the leaves in the trees as storm clouds gather in the distance. She checks the time on her phone. The car should be here by now, and her anxiety mounts. She's already nervous enough as she thinks about what brought her to this moment.
Several weeks ago, in an impulsive effort to explore her sexuality as well as her fantasies, she reached out to a fetish website which facilitates sexual encounters. She connected to a husband and wife who seemed skilled in introducing girls to the world of bondage. The girl made arrangements to meet the woman in a coffee shop, ostensibly just to talk, but she trusted the woman immediately and ended up taking her back to her house. The girl shivers thinking about how the woman had tied her to her bed...god, it had been so scary! But something had broken open in her, and the thrill drew her in. She needed more. She remembers the last words the woman said to her: "Next time I will come back with my husband."
So now, on the porch, she waits. A crackle of thunder sounds in the distance, and the wind picks up. She glances at her phone again, and when she looks up a car glides silently to the curb. She shivers again, takes a deep breath, then walks down the porch steps and gets into the rear seat. She meets the eyes of the man driving the car in the rear view mirror, then the woman turns back to her from the passenger seat.
"We meet again." The woman smiles warmly at her, but there is something else in her eyes.
"Yes," the girl responds softly. She doesn't know what else to say.
"Take off your coat."
The girl unbuttons her knee-length coat and slips out of it awkwardly as the car starts to move. She is wearing a cream-colored strapless tube top and a short denim skirt. The woman's eyes move up and down her body from the front seat, remembering.
"Put this on."
The woman hands the girl a black blindfold. Her eyes widen for a moment, and then there is a flash of lightning in the distance. She takes it and slips it over her head until her world goes dark.
"Hold out your hands."
When she does, she feels the padded cuffs fasten around her wrists. Her heart rate quickens.
"You belong to us now." The woman's voice is hard.
They ride in silence for a while, the girl blindfolded and bound in the back seat. She is not sure where they are taking her, only that they will bring her home when it is over. The car rounds a final corner and comes to a stop. The woman turns back to the girl.
"I assume your safe word is the same as before."
The girl lets out a short laugh. "Yes," she says, "it's still appropriate."
The woman smiles, then she and her husband get out of the car. The man goes around to the rear door and helps the girl out of the car. The woman walks to the front door of the house and unlocks it. The girl hears the rumble of thunder in the distance, and she feels a soft rain on her bare skin. She is guided into the house, the man's hand at the small of her back. They walk down a short hallway, then the woman opens a door at the end and they all enter the space. The girl, of course, has no idea where she is. The man leads her to the center of the room.
"Stand here and put your arms up." His voice is low and demanding.
The girl raises her cuffed wrists, and the man fastens them to a hook hanging from the ceiling overhead. The girl tries to control her breathing, but she is afraid and she can't keep her body from shaking. She has set limits on what they can do to her, and she trusts the woman. She just hopes the man is aware of the agreement as well. She continues to tremble as she listens to them move around the room.
"I'm scared," she whispers.
She senses someone near her head.
"That's the whole point," the woman says softly. She reaches up to adjust the girl's blindfold.
"It's so much more exciting when you can't see what we will do to you."
A shiver passes through the girl's body, then she takes deep, steady breaths. She feels hands touching her, and she can't tell whether it is the man or the woman. Maybe both. Then she feels her skirt being unzipped, and it falls to the floor around her heels. She steps out without being asked and takes another deep breath. She is wearing only the heels, her sleeveless top and a black thong. Then the hands are back on her, stroking her bare arms and legs, a finger idly grazing the thong. The girl is suddenly aware of the wetness between her legs.
"I'm so wet," she says softly.
"Yes," the woman responds brightly. "That's also the point."
The girl feels fingers caressing her breasts through the skimpy top. Her nipples are hard and respond to the touch. The hands slip under the top from behind, cupping her breasts, playing with her nipples. Her body undulates under the gentle caresses. Her nipples have always been extra sensitive, and she moans quietly at the pleasure she is experiencing.
"Let's take this off." It is the man's voice close behind her.
He quickly pulls it down over her breasts, and the woman helps the girl step out of it. The man walks around and admires what he sees. The girl's breasts are small and firm, the aureoles pink and puffy, the nipples dark and prominent. Both the man and woman are momentarily transfixed at the girl's perfect breasts. Then the man shakes himself out of his reverie.
"Spread your legs," he growls.
The girl quickly moves her legs apart, trying to keep her balance in the heels. She feels the man's hands move them even further apart, then her ankles are cuffed to the floor. The man raises the hook holding her wrists, and she is stretched, her body taut. She shivers again, exposed and vulnerable, nearly naked in a room with people she doesn't know. She is living out her fantasy, and she is equal parts thrilled and terrified.
The woman moves in front of the girl and takes her face between her hands. The kiss is quick and deep, possessive and without tenderness. Then their hands are everywhere on her body. The man is behind her, she can feel the bulge in his crotch pressing into her ass crack, his hands stroking her ass and legs. The woman's hands play with her breasts, pinching, pulling and twisting her erect nipples. The man dips his finger inside her thong, pushing it into her pussy, exploring her wetness. He takes it out and puts it into her mouth, and she licks and sucks his finger, tasting her own wetness. A shuddering moan ripples through her, the only sound in the room.
And then she screams, the sudden pain in her right nipple shooting deep into her groin. The clamp bites deep, squeezing her sensitive nub. She doesn't have time to prepare for the pain in the other nipple, and another searing bolt of pain stabs through her body.
"Fuck, fuck, oh god, oh fuck, it hurts."
Then the woman puts the chain connecting the clamps in the girl's mouth.
"Keep this between your teeth or I will make the pain worse."
The girl clamps down on the chain, her breath coming in pants. The chain pulls her nipples up and makes the clamps bite harder, but she is afraid to let go. All her attention is focused on keeping it between her teeth. Then she feels the man untie the strings of her thong, distracting her for a moment, but she bites down even harder on the chain, her stretched body now totally naked. A wave of fear washes over her, and she starts to quietly whimper in her bonds.
For a long moment the room is quiet, and nothing happens. Then she feels a finger between her pussy lips, exploring the moisture there. It is the man, standing beside her, one hand caressing her pussy, spreading her wetness, the other hand in her ass crack, one finger tip pushing at her puckered hole. She moans at the violation of her most private parts. The man pushes one thick finger into her vagina, then two, and begins to finger fuck her. Her hips begin to rock as her pleasure spreads, but she tries to focus on the chain between her teeth. The man pushes further into her, curling his fingers against her G-spot, and she groans audibly. Then she hears the buzzing.