The House Of Silken Ties Ch 06

The morning of my 21st birthday had arrived. I was not expecting anything special, though. You don't get much celebration when you are a bisexual guy with no close relatives, no relationship, not really any friends except from the Pink Carnation Club. I got up, showered, shaved and went off to my job as a clerk at a lingerie store. Eight hours later I sold my last baby doll nightie to an overweight bitch and went home to make macaroni and cheese for my dinner. That was all that my budget covered.

I settled down in front of the TV and sighed. "Happy Birthday, Bob," I muttered as I poured myself a glass of skim milk. It was a big surprise to me when the doorbell rang.

I opened the door, and behold my three club buddies greeted me. They pushed into the room, yelling, "Happy Birthday, you fool!" "Did you think we forgot?" "The Big 2-1!"

I was surprised and flattered. I didn't think anybody cared at all. After a bit of laughing and backslapping, Gene pulled an envelope out of his pocket. "We want to make your 21st special, kid! We didn't think sitting around drinking sissy stuff was the way to a big thrill. So we all got together to get you a top rate present. Here!" He thrust the envelope into my hands.

I opened it quickly, and pulled out a slip of paper. I looked at it expectantly, but it had nothing on it but the words "House of Silken Ties, 505 Elm Street." Quizzically, I looked at Gene and saw a big grin on his face. "Just go to the address, birthday boy, and you will get your present." All the guys were grinning and nodding. They pushed me toward the door, and into my car. Then they stood there looking like a bunch of pink carnations without a vase as I pulled out. Their big waves were my farewell.

I drove over to the address they had given me. It was a nice neighborhood with space between the neatly landscaped houses. True to its name, the street was lined with large spreading elm trees. The house I approached looked no different from all the others, except that it was painted totally white, even the shutters. The porch light was on and I saw a couple of soft lights behind what looked like white silk curtains. I walked up to the door and just as I was about to ring the bell the door swung open.

I stepped into a short entry hall all painted pure white and totally without furniture. The front door swung shut behind me. I only had moments to take in the scene, smelling a light pleasant scent and hearing very soft music playing. Then the white curtain at the other end of the hall opened.

The gorgeous Asian girl who came from behind the curtain could only be described as stunningly beautiful. She was several inches shorter than I am, hardly over 5 feet. Her long black hair fell around her shoulders, framing a tiny face with deep black eyes which pierced through me. Soft lips with pink lip gloss gave me a slight smile as she approached. She was wearing a red baby doll nightie, but not like the one I sold that fat bitch in the shop. This one plunged deeply in front, showing off her small rounded tits and barely covering the nipples. It fell to her waist with transparent fabric, displaying her firm tight tummy. Around her waist a red silk rope held a loin cloth, also of red silk. She was a perfect oriental doll – or a mysterious eastern surprise? All I could do was to stare at her in amazement.

This little doll stepped toward me. I opened my mouth to say something but she pressed one finger to my lips and shook her head. Then, in complete silence, she removed the red top. It pulled up over her petite tits, displaying the brown nipples. I was tempted to just run my hands over those little tits and tickle those nipples. But she stepped back another step, just beyond my reach. She posed for me provocatively, thrusting her boobs out. I could feel my cock starting to get hard just watching this nearly naked girl.

Her hands dropped to the silk cord around her waist and slowly undid the knot. As she removed the cord she held the loincloth in place with one hand. Then slowly she began to pull it up and through her legs. The top of his thighs held it gently as it made its passage over her pussy. Curly dark pubic hair was visible on each side. The cloth fell free of her thighs and she slowly pulled it up the last few inches, showing the tightly closed lips of her little pussy as it slid upward. My cock was starting to twitch now as she put on this silent strip show for me. She posed for me in his full nudity, putting one hand down to spread open those tight lips and show off the pink inside of her cunt. My mind was spinning in anticipation of what would come next.

Slowly she walked toward me. Once again she laid one finger on my lips. Then she brought the red silk cloth from her loins up in both hands and stretched it out in front of me. She moved it toward my face. Then she raised it a bit more and I realized that she was blindfolding me. The smooth black silk covered my eyes and hid her naked body from me. For a moment I was disappointed. She leaned into me to reach behind my head and tie the blindfold and a she did her bare tits pressed against my chest. She rubbed them slightly back and forth and I felt her hard nipples arousing mine. I could smell the faint floral scent she was wearing, but no sound was exchanged between us.

Now unable to see, I knew only what I felt. The rest of the red silk was pulled down and over my mouth, and again tied behind my head, making a soft gag reminding me that silence was demanded of me. The soft music that had been playing faded to complete quiet.

Then I felt nothing, and I waited in the darkness and silence. Time passed. The next thing I felt was a light touch on the back of my neck. It was pulled tighter and I realized that it was a thin chain. Although I could not see it, in my mind I knew it was gold. It encircled my throat and was clipped in front. Then for a moment we again stood in silence. A slight tug on the chain signaled me to move forward. I knew the hall was short, so as we moved I surmised that the white curtain at the end of it had opened. I had no way of telling into what sort of a room the gentle pull of the chain led me.

The chain dropped down so I knew he was no longer holding it. She made no sound to let me know where he was. I waited in anticipation. Soon I felt careful fingers lightly touch the buttons of my shirt. One by one they came open, and I felt gentle hands rub my chest. Her fingers circled my nipples softly. Then she pushed my shirt off my shoulders and it fell to the floor. I waited for the next touch, but felt nothing. Not being able to see, I strained my ears to try to find her, but heard not the slightest sound. I could only stand there bare chested and wait. Was she enjoying the picture of me standing there with no shirt on? I felt my dick getting harder as I imagined what could come next.

Then I felt nothing, and I waited in the darkness and silence. Time passed. The next thing I felt was a light touch on the back of my neck. It was pulled tighter and I realized that it was a thin chain. Although I could not see it, in my mind I knew it was gold. It encircled my throat and was clipped in front. Then for a moment we again stood in silence. A slight tug on the chain signaled me to move forward. I knew the hall was short, so as we moved I surmised that the white curtain at the end of it had opened. I had no way of telling into what sort of a room the gentle pull of the chain led me.

The chain dropped down so I knew it was no longer being held. There was no sound to let me know where she was. I waited in anticipation.

Soon I felt a chest pressed against mine, but this was not soft tits and erect nipples. It was hard and muscular. I knew that it must belong to a hunk of a man. Then I felt his fingers trace down my stomach to my belt and the button of my jeans. Softly he opened it and pulled down the zipper. I could feel my cock trying to rise in its confines. He worked my pants over my hips, and then I felt strong hands rising up my thighs and stroking my cock through my underwear. My pants dropped to the floor and I obediently lifted each foot as he tapped it, so that he could pull off my socks and shoes and then my pants. Still no word passed between us.

Once again he moved away. I stood there in my briefs, seeing nothing, hearing nothing, feeling nothing except my dick throbbing lightly in anticipation, having no other sensation but the musky scent of his body in the air joined to the floral scent of her perfume. I knew they must both be standing there looking at me in nothing but my briefs, my hard cock straining against the fabric.

Next I felt him grasp my balls in one hand and run one finger over my cock. It was rapidly coming to full extension now, and jerked under his attentions. Then he pulled my briefs down, freeing my rod to spring out. Again I raised my feet to assist him remove my final clothing. As I stood there in full nudity, he rose up slowly, and I could feel his chest rubbing along my legs, then my thighs, softly over my crotch, pressing into my stomach and chest. He put her arms around my back and leaned his whole body into mine, his hard cock pressing into my belly. My cock throbbed against his thigh which rubbed up and down on it. Then again he stepped away and I stood in sensory deprivation.

Now I felt him take hold of one of my hands from behind me. He had moved so silently I was surprised he was there. A small hand took my other wrist, and I realized one of them was on each side of me. They pulled my hands together behind my back, and I felt something soft, probably that black silk cord, wrapped around them.

Then he again pressed against me, his hard chest against my back and his cock sliding into the crack of my ass. I felt her hands reach from in front of me to grab my stiff dick. Softly we swayed for a moment that way. Then he pulled me back. My hands behind me felt a cold pole and the cord was wrapped around, holding me in place there. Then suddenly they once again left me standing in darkness, hearing and feeling nothing.

For a few moments I stood there, listening for any sound but hearing none. I tried to detect their positions from their scents but they seemed to be everywhere and nowhere. The only thing I was sure of was the hard almost painful erection that was standing out in front of me, jerking up and down in empty air. I knew they were watching it. Was it exciting to them to see my helplessness?

Soon I felt the chain around my neck tighten, pulling me back this time, and I heard the chain scrape as it was fastened, probably to a ring on the pole. I was now constrained, gently in every way but unable to move anywhere of my own volition. I could only stand against the cold pole and wonder.

Then I felt something softly slap the tip of my dick. It was so sudden, so unexpected, that I gave an involuntary thrust of my hips toward it but it was gone. Then it was back, another quick slap, then gone again. Once more I felt it, but so soft and quick that I could not even decide if it was a finger, a tongue or a nipple that was teasing the tip of my shaft. The slaps turned into strokes along the shaft. Then slowly I felt it going in circles, around the tip and down to the ridge and around again. I decided that it must be a hand, but was it his or hers? Softly it probed the opening in the end of my rod, tantalizing me. Up and down the shaft it ran. The amazing feeling of excitement caused by the gentle rubbing was only multiplied by not knowing exactly the source.

Soon I felt the hand encircle my cock. Its size and softness convinced me it belonged to the girl. The stroking up and down became more intense. Each time she reached the top she rubbed against the ridge below the head and found an exquisitely sensitive spot. Then she cupped the tip in her fingers, rolling them around to bring strong sensations into it. Up and down the shaft again she stroked. Her hand rolled over the length of it, and her palm rubbed on the tip. My cock was jerking to her movements.

Then it stopped. I could see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing. It was as if I were floating alone in space with only the contractions of my cock to orient me. For long moments I strained to hear anything, to get any feeling for their intentions. I did not know if they were still in the room. What sort of birthday present was this that the guys had arranged for me?

Something touched my dick, so very softly. Smooth skin rubbed over it and I felt the rounded shape. My dick slipped into the crevasse between the rounded mounds, and then up on to the other one. Round and round on the smooth skin it went. Then my hard cock slipped back into the crack and I felt it clamp down and begin to move up and down. I realized that this time it was a round ass that was rubbing my crotch. It was thrust backward to press it hard against my dick, and then moved it in circles until my shaft was throbbing again. In the darkness and silence everything was concentrated in the sensitive nerve endings of my cock and the felling was intensified beyond anything I had felt before. The cheeks spread wider and my cock penetrated to rub the anus. My stimulation was intense. It built and built toward the climax.

And then it was gone. Where was that fine butt? Had it been his or hers? Nothing gave me an idea. Only my rod twitching and tingling was left to me. I fought to climax and end this all, but there was nothing left to stimulate it. Slowly, slowly again it subsided. I could feel its rock hardness projecting in front of me but knew I was retreating from my orgasm once again. Time passed unmarked in my blank and soundless world as I awaited the next stage. I moved what little way I could, to the right, to the left, searching for her touch, but found nothing.

Then something slid softly across my balls, and continued up the shaft of my hard rod. It felt a bit wet. Was it a tongue teasing me? It circled the ridge at the top of my cock, and then slid back down. I knew I could feel the slight wetness now. At the base of my cock it flicked back and forth, and then swiftly licked up and down and up again. As it reached the top, and my cock strained forward to meet it, I felt the lips encircle the head. Slowly, slowly, the lips down down down the shaft. My cock was deep inside throat and still was taken it in.

Now I felt something behind me. It was a hard shaft, rubbing the cheek of my butt. It worked around and pushed me slightly sidewise from the pole so it could enter the crack of my ass. I realized he was teasing me from behind as she sucked my dick. His cock worked up and down, and penetrated enough to rub against my anus, causing my cock to contract hard inside her mouth. Then when I had driven it as deep as it could go down her throat, she rolled her tongue around inside, sending waves of sensation flooding me and making me thrust my hips forward to drive it in. Again and again she took it in and let me draw it out. Each time I drew back the hard cock behind me stroked my anus. The sensation was overwhelming. She took me right to the point of climax, and slowly pulled her lips up the shaft to the crown. Her tongue flicked around I tried to move my cock forward into her mouth, leaving the cock in my ass behind, but a pull on my neck reminded me of the chain fastened to the pole, and my hands behind me reached the end of the silk cord. Still I strained forward but her mouth drew slowly off my cock until I could not reach it any more. I stood there twitching my hips in to the empty void, my cock screaming to come, but they were gone.

There was nothing I could do. I writhed my hips in agony but nothing touched my cock to give it relief. I stood there as the excitement gradually subsided, and gasping for breath I struggled to gain control and stand up straight. Finally I was standing still against the pole, still hard but not throbbing uncontrollably. Silence and darkness surrounded me, and I surrendered to them and waited.

My eyes could not see this gorgeous hunk but in my mind I could. I knew I had had my cock rubbing his belly and his ass, probing the soft cheeks as far as it could go. I had felt her soft tits on my chest, and had my cock in her soft mouth. I wanted to put my cock into other places I could imagine, but where were they now? I All I could was to stand there and wait his next move.

Did I feel a soft breeze on my ear? Gently the air moved, then a little more strongly. A soft breath was blowing on me. I felt something press against my side and my thigh. Lips touched my ear and exhaled, I felt his chest brush me, and his hard cock was pressed against me, throbbing on my thigh. Wondering what he was doing now, I waited for some sign. Then I felt a tug at the cord around my wrists and it fell off, to the ground I suppose. I heard a tiny scraping as the chain around my neck moved, and then it began to pull me forward. I followed in silence, because he had not said a word at all.

Walking in darkness, with no sound from her footfalls, I could not tell where we went, whether we stayed in that room or entered another. Soon I felt the light chain fall down across my chest, reaching just below my belly button, almost touching the top of my still hard cock. My hands were free, but I did not reach. My cock was telling me that it would like to feel my hands on it, but my mind said to wait for better. So I stood, blindfolded, hearing and feeling nothing, and waited.

Some time passed. I had no way to tell how long. It seemed a long time, but surely in a long time my hard on would have given way, and I still could feel it strong and erect.

I strained all my senses. Had I hear a tiny susurration of sound? Was there a soft current of air in front of me? Had he come back, or had she ever left?

Two strong hands were on my chest, pushing backward. Totally unprepared I fell back. The back of my knees hit the edge of the bed and I was prone on its soft surface in a second, surprised and confused. Rough hands grabbed one ankle. They pulled it to the side stretching my leg that way, and it was wrapped in something soft like silk. I heard a slight snap. Then the other ankle was grabbed by small soft hands, wrapped and secured the same way. I was left lying there like that, my legs spread wide. I tried to move them and found that they were securely fastened to the corners of the bed or some other object, I knew not what.

In quick succession both my wrists were treated the same way, pulled up over my head and to the sides and fastened, so I was totally spread eagled and helpless on the soft bed. The blindfold still covered my eyes and the gag my mouth. My cock, however, surprised by the sudden push and the turn of events, was rapidly becoming flaccid. I was not sure where this fantasy was going.

For some again unknown length of time I lay there with no sensory clues. Then something dripped on my chest. I felt a spreading pool of warmth. A trickle of the warm stuff began going down my chest toward my belly. Momentarily I thought it was blood and then I realized it was warm oil. The thin stream poured on my belly and my belly button and then moved on down toward my cock. Although that organ was lying quietly, it began to become alert when the soft stream of warm oil was poured down its length, and gently over the balls.

The trickle went on over both thighs, awakening responses in my cock for what I hoped would be a nice rubbing. Soon hands were on my chest, spreading the warm oil over my muscles and around my nipples. Then they followed the stream down over my belly. They began making warm circles, coming nearer and nearer to my re-hardened cock each time. It seemed that rod was reaching out toward them and I moved my hips the little I could to try to reach those warm hands. One was larger and rubbed harder than the other so I thought that they both were stimulating me.