It has been a few days since our date and I have not heard from you yet you linger in my thoughts constantly. I think and fantasize about our last date and how you caused me to reach heights I have never reached before. This has been on my mind all day and as I return from class I hope to find my room empty so I may act out this fantasy again.
Upon entering my room I see a shoebox, a package and a note on my bed. Opening the box I find a nylon cat suit and a pair of long velvet gloves. In the shoebox is a pair of high spiked heels. A good six inches if not less, and a pair of hand cuffs.
Dearest Julia,
I would have you dressed in the outfit provided and standing in the middle of your room when I arrive promptly at 3,
Sir Orion
One look at the clock and I realize I only have 30 minutes to prepare for you. Frantically I undress, and slip into the nylon cat suit. How glorious the silk feels on my body as I move. Then carefully I pull the gloves on all the way to my elbows. And sit to put on the heels. I try to stand in them but it is like standing on my toes and my back arches extremely pushing my breast out in a very provocative manner. Immediately I sit back down on the bed. I take the handcuffs and place them on my wrists. I feel a warmth starting to envelope my body in anticipation of the pleasure I will soon receive from you.
Suddenly the door opens and you stand there, case in hand.
"Julia! Did I not tell you to be standing?β You admonish me.
"But sir I can hardly stand in these heels."
"Well then we will just have to teach you, teach you to obey and to be a proper slave."
You walk across the room and pick me up as if I weigh nothing and pull a chair to the center of the room. You open your case and pull out some silk ropes and tie one tightly around my waist and to the back of the chair. Then you tie my ankles to the legs of the chair with some slack just enough to move them a foot away. I try to stand but my calves start to ache. "Please its not comfortable" I say
"This is not about your pleasure. This is to teach you to obey."
You then pull my arms up so Iβm leaning over the chair. I try to spread my legs wider for support but I am straining to maintain balance. Then you tie a rope to the chain in the cuffs and to the doorknob behind me forcing me to bend more.
"Please I canβt stand like this."
"Thatβs it you will learn to speak when I ask you too." and you place a silk scarf in my mouth and tie it tightly to my head. You walk in front of me and lift my chin up in your hand.
"Such lovely eyes my Julia." and a tear begins to fall from the discomfort. Gently your tongue trails up its path ending with a gentle kiss upon my eyelid.
You walk behind me as I try to find a way to stand and I feel you put a thick leather collar around my neck. There is a ring upon it that you tie an end of rope bringing it under the chair back and up between my legs and tying it to the rope attached to the cuffs. You pull it snug and I can feel it on the lips of my sex. I start to tingle down there. Then you go to my bed and watch. As I move the rope between my thighs rubs upon my sex and I grow wetter. I try to stand still but the heels and the position make this impossible.
"Julia you look so wonderful like that."
I am crying from the pleasure and pain and the humiliation of being like this. A muffled moan escapes my lips as I see you undress and see how hard you are. Suddenly I feel like Iβm on display and a shiver runs through my body. It feels like hours I keep moving and changing positions more and more as I grow tired of standing like this. With every move the rope rubs my sex through the silken suit and I grunt and moan like an animal.
"Are you ready to be good my Julia?"
I nod in response and you undo the rope from the door and the chair and carry me to the bed. Undoing the handcuffs you bring my hands in front of me and cuff them again. The end of the rope you undid from the door you now secure to the corner of my bed. I see you grab a 3-foot pole from your case and this you tie to my ankles spreading me wide, and then you tie this to the opposite corner of the bed. I am stretched as tight as my body will go. And you rub your hands around my sides and move them to my crotch.
"I see you like being punished" as you feel the heat and wetness of my sex. At Your touch I try to push upon your hand but you pull it away and the ropes keep me from moving. You go to your case and pull out what looks to be a thonged whip. I shake my head no thinking you are about to whip me. You kiss my forehead and say "Silly little Julia, only bad girls get whipped."
Taking it you slowly rub the ends gently up and down all over my body. The feel of the strands against the nylon makes my skin tingle and burn for more. You go all over my arms and hands, my face and neck along my stomach and sides then down my legs to my feet. All the while avoiding my nipples and sex. I start to gyrate my hips urging you to go to them.
"Julia, keep those big beautiful eyes open I want to see them shine."
Then you move the tassels slowly up my legs up to my thighs and back down again. I try to move so that my sex catches the strands but you move it away quickly. I moan through my gag my god how I need to be touched there. I am on fire.