You walk into the room, and immediately you feel that something is different. Its a room you have been in a thousand times, but yet you can't quite place it.
Then you see her, and you forget what it was you were thinking. Not that there is anything different about her today, she just smiles her usual smile as she walks towards you. But when she gets closer you see something in her eyes, something unusual. She looks...mischievous, and you begin to wonder what she is up to.
Your heart begins to race as you attempt to look around the room. But instead she takes your face in her hands and kisses you hard, he tongue finding yours and you forget again and revel in the moment. She reaches up and begins to unbutton your shirt without ever stopping the kisses. Soon you find yourself half naked in front of her. Her hands find their way to your nipples and you suck in your breath as she teasingly pinches them. Your hands reach for her breasts, but she stops you.
She brings your hands together quickly on her lower back, and before you know it your hands are bound by cold metal and you hear the unmistakable click of the lock. She quickly ducks under your clasped hands and removes herself from your embrace...and you see that look in her eyes again and realize that you are hard as a rock, yet she hasn't even seemed to notice.
She asks, "Do you trust me?"
"Of course," you answer.
She appears in front of you with what looks like a black silk scarf and you know what is about to happen. She gently ties it so that you can see nothing at all. She doesn't say a word.
Then suddenly, "Don't move!" she barks, and you are surprised by the authority in her voice.
"Not like her at all" you think...but then none of this is like her, really.
You can no longer tell if she is even in the room, but you hear something. A mechanical sound, like gears grinding. Then she reappears in front of you, her hands on yours, lifting your hands and arms above your head. You wonder what she is up, but you don't say a word.
Then you feel it. Cold metal again, but this time not around your wrists, but between them. You try to pull your hands down without success and you realize that they are hooked onto something just above your head. The gears again. And slowly your arms begin to raise, pulled higher and higher above your head. You want to say something, but you sense that it would not be wise. The gears do not stop until your arms are stretched completely above your head, and you stand solely on your tip toes, just enough to support your full weight, but not enough to get loose. You wonder where she is.
A single finger touches your chest. She is right in front of you. Her finger moves slowly down to your stomach. You grin. She stops.
Next you feel her hands on your back, her nails digging into your skin.
You feel her hands on the waistband of your jeans. She has to know by now how hard you are. She unbuttons then unzips your jeans. Her hand brushes against your cock. You try to move your hips into her hands then you realize that you have very little ability to move without feeling the pressure in your shoulders, so you relax.
She lets your jeans fall to the floor and with a sigh of relief you cock springs free, but now your feet are bound by your jeans. You are helpless. At her mercy, and completely and totally turned on by that fact. You begin to wonder just exactly what she has in store for you.