Stanley Montrieth III rushed into my office, "Oh my God, I did it. I actually did it. I shagged all these beauties in a pool on my own desert island!"
His curly, ginger hair was more unruly than usual and his face was flushed with excitement and exhilaration.
I knew, he'd been working on something exciting and it looked like he was ready to tell me at long last.
We'd been friends forever. Stanley was ... well Stanley, an eccentric, mad scientist type. He had more money than was wise, and, was able to indulge some of his outlandish but brilliant ideas.
I couldn't help but grin at his enthusiasm, even though, I had no idea what he was spouting on about.
"Ok. Explain." I put my pen down, grinning back at him. Sex always grabbed my attention!
Stanley began his excited chatter and told me about his special wrist watch, "...and it has amazing dials, and, it transports you in time to other worlds, other dimensions, and, to places where your own erotic fantasies can come to life, to indulge and be indulged."
He showed me this watch and fiddled with a few dials and slapped it on my wrist and suddenly, he was gone, his voice a distant echo!
I seemed to be floating and rushing somewhere fast. I heard whisperings of what sounded like, "Tick Tock; Tick Tock; Tick Tock" whooshing in my ears.
I could breathe and feel but things were rushing passed my eyes too quickly to make any sense and there were amazing colours of blue and white and red and yellow and pink and green and, then there was blackness ...
I felt as if I had been in a deep sleep for a while. I opened my eyes and found I was kneeling on a wooden floor against a large, luxurious four poster bed.
My wrists were bound tight in front of me, anchored to a post by the headrest. I tested the bindings but was unable to undo them. The rope was fairly long and I sat on the bed taking in my surroundings, trying to make sense of it all.
It seemed to be a luxurious cabin, oak paneled with small leaded arch windows, an oak desk with a lamp, a log book of some kind, open, with an ink pot and quill. There was a wooden carved chair by the desk & another matching one that has a long black felt coat thrown on to it. It had shiny gold buttons and striped gold and black epaulettes on the shoulders.
I looked down at myself, my dress had changed too. I was now in a black short lacy negligee of sheer, light material with spaghetti straps on the shoulder, the front dipped down in a slight v, covering the matching little panties I was wearing. It certainly didn't seem to leave much to the imagination!
I stood and tested the rope and was able to stretch its length a little. I moved out from the bed and peaked out of one of the nearby arch windows. The view was beautiful and hinted of a different world, a different time.
The sky was orange and yellow as the sun was setting, with the biggest moon reflecting over still calm waters and a smaller baby moon in front of it.
In the distance I saw lands and islands but they were just too far away to make out what they were.
It appeared the ship, if indeed a ship I was on, was anchored and stationary, possibly in a harbour or basin of some sort.
"Where is this place?" I wondered and looked at my bound wrists, "and what had I gotten myself into?"
A thought suddenly sprung to mind, "Had I quantum leaped here through time and space somehow?"
I moved back and lay on the bed trying to make sense of it all and eventually my eyes started to droop.
I must have fallen asleep again, for next, I was suddenly aware of being lifted and my arms being stretched out before me.
I opened my eyes to find I was knelt in the middle of the bed. The rope that bound both my wrists together had stretched my arms up at a 45 degree angle in front of a large mirror. Behind me was the most stunning and handsome man I had ever seen.
He was dark haired and tanned with an air of authority. His chest was naked and toned, with trained, hard muscles and a sprinkling of hair. He was wearing black tight trousers with a silver buckle and boots. "A handsome pirate, maybe," were my first thoughts.
He gripped my hair and pulled my head back, meeting my eyes in the mirror. I saw fire and lust and a rawness that caught my breath before he tied a gag to my mouth, preventing me from voicing my burning questions.
My heart was racing and I watched him like a hawk trying to gauge what he had in mind and the mood he was in.
He spoke into my ear, his voice deep and soft. He nuzzled me, teased my senses, playing on the unknown quantity of my situation. His gentle breath was purposefully sensuous. It worked. My body responded and he knew it.
My breasts became swollen and my nipples pebbled into points. A warm flush invaded my sex causing my panties to dampen as my juices seeped into the material. My breath quickened and my heart raced.
"You seem to be an unexpected guest on my ship. Luckily my crew saw your potential for their Captain and bought you here for me. I have work to do first but, I can admire you from my desk"
He stared at me in the mirror locking on to my eyes and then he moved his hands to my breasts, cupping and kneading them.
"I can see you like that," he whispered, and moved one hand between my kneeling legs spreading my thighs apart. He brushed at my panties before sliding a finger inside, testing my excitement and finger fucked gently. I groaned as my body ignited and gushed with appreciation.
He removed his finger, took it to his nostrils, breathed in deeply of my scent before licking and tasting his finger, smiling.
He looked at me bound there and looked pleased at how I displayed on the bed.
Then, he looked again, taking a moment to ponder and moved his hands to my neckline at the front and tugged down hard, ripping my negligee so it hung in tatters by my shoulder and waist. My breasts spilled out to his gaze.
"Better," he murmured as he moved to his desk to work.
I pulled on the wrist rope but I was bound fast.
I thought of the Captain's words, "...his crew found me..."
