'When your ready, walk through the door marked 'stage'.
Emma was so confused she didn't know what to do or think. But she trusted Sam, so found an empty chair and stripped down, and got into the tiny outfit. It was practically invisible.
Looking in the mirror even she had to admit she looked sexy - pretty face with beautiful eyes, movie star white teeth, big full tits pushed up high by the support in the stocking, the true hour glass figure that could get Sam going in seconds.
Nervous, she walked though the stage door, through a heavy set of thick red velvet curtains. Inside was a small room, with another set of velvet curtains which obviously led to the stage. She was about to turn around and run out when a large muscle clad man in a tight white t shirt and black trousers appeared out of a dark corner and looked her up and down, staring at her rock hard nipples advertising themselves though the sheer material, which was just about holding her tits in.
Smiling he said 'Put this on and walk on in, Sam is waiting for you', and handed her a very effective blindfold.
Embarrassed at this body builder staring at her exposed body, she put it on, knowing it was the drink making her this brave.
Blindfolded she felt in front of her to go through the curtain. Suddenly the body builder groped the bare cheeks of her ass, sliding a finger between her legs, only the thin sheer material keeping his big warm hands separated from her most intimate parts.
That made her push faster through the heavy thick curtains. As they parted everything went silent, but a heavy humid heat get hit her instantly, as well as a sense she was being watched.
'Hi Emma, you're looking good', Sam's voice broke the silence out of the darkness after what felt like an eternity.
Emma could not tell exactly where the voice was coming from, but probably behind her. The heat was really getting to her, she could feel little beads of sweat forming on her forehead and the small of her back, as well as between her thighs. She thought it was sweet, but could not be sure as the mixture of standing almost naked, not knowing where she was and trying to guess what Sam was about to do was making not just her back damp.
As she tried to look up to sneak a look under he tight fitting blind fold, the firm grasp of someone's strong hands around her wrists snapped her concentration back to the present.
The hands felt warm and firm against the skin in her wrists, and forced her hands down to her sides, then back behind her back. The next sensation, heightened by her lack of sight was something wide and firm enclosing each wrist, then a loud click as whatever it was restraining her wrists together snapped shut. Not the first time Sam had tied her up she thought, as her hands brushed some warm flesh behind her - Sam's stomach she thought.
All of a sudden a terrible thought hit her - it was Sam wasn't it? Her stomach flipped as she tried to grab behind her to feel for Sam's body, she would know it anywhere. But all she got was empty air as the man behind her stepped away, leaving her restrained and defenceless in the middle of whatever room or space she was in. She felt even more exposed now, a flash of danger entered her for the first time. But just a flash, because Sam was here.
She could just about make out some movement around her from the little sounds there were, the blindfold was covering her ears too, disorientating her.
Trying to listen to clues as to what was going she jumped as something warm and wet clamped around her left nipple, making her scream slightly at the shock. The mouth clamped in, teasing her hard nipple with the wet and hot tongue as Sam's - it must be Sam - hand slowly traced a circle around her other nipple and down over the swell of her breast, down over her tummy to find the outline of the lips marking the entrance her vagina.. Slowly his hand teased her by rubbing around the elastic edge of the body stocking around her thigh and the swell of her ass, just the tip of his finger slipping underneath against her warm skin.
The mouth on her nipple was making her want more, and she found herself pushing her groin forward, trying to get the fingers teasing her over the flimsily fabric to make contact with her intimate parts.
As she softly moaned at the teasing, everything stopped. She was alone again, one nipple feeling hard and sensitive, the saliva making it feel cooler than the other one, having seep straight though the sheer material. The heat between her legs was getting more intense as a set of hands from behind grabbed her around the waist, pushing her forward, hard.
She could feel naked skin against her back as she was pushed forward, losing her balance and falling forward with no control. She braced to hit the floor hard, unable to free her hands from the restraint behind her back, waiting for the pain of hitting the floor.
