Please enjoy this next part, if you haven' read parts 1 to 4 please do they should help you understand.
For those of you that have waited. I'm sorry for the delay, real life got in the way.
A chill runs down my spine. My senses are picking up the smell of leather from the hood I'm wearing. I feel a slight pain in my wrists where the metal hand cuff's keep them restrained behind my back. My shoulders are starting to ache. My eyes are covered by the hood. My mouth isn't covered but it is dry with nerves. The only sound I can hear is the roaring of my own pulse. I'm not really sure how long I've been standing here.
Here is a basement room of the terrace house across the road from my own basement flat. I know the owner of this house as Mistress and I've agreed to... I'm not quite sure what.
I jerk as a warm hand grabs my left wrist. I hear a faint click then the hand lets go. There is nothing again until I hear a slow steady clicking. About 5 clicks after it starts I feel my wrists being tugged up. It's slow and steady. I call out for help, for who ever it is to stop but there is no response just the clicking. At first bending my arms can accommodate the movement but I soon realise I'll need to lean forward. The clicking keeps going until I'm bent over and my arms are lifted straight up. I manage to keep my balance by hanging from my wrists. The edges of the cuffs are digging in. No one responds to my calls to stop or help. My left hand feels like it's going numb so I try to adjust my position, the cuffs aren't too tight so I have some wrist movement and can adjust where the pressure is applied a little bit. The numbness starts to fade a bit.
After a short while I hear the unmistakable click of heels on floor someone is approaching from my right. "Please can you releases my hands I think I'm loosing feeling."
I feel a hand press on the back of my head.
A voice starts right by my ear. "No, you need to be punished for being a dirty boy and not looking after my equipment properly. I thought you were better than that."
"Mistress I'm sorry, I cleaned the leather but forgot the laces. I'm sorry."
"Stop whining boy. I would tell you to take it like a man but you obviously aren't one. You accepted my offer so now we shall act on it. Cindy his uniform."
There is a fluttering feeling on top of my feet. Someone's is undoing my shoe laces. Then I feel a push at the back of my right knee forcing my leg to bend and my heel to lift. As it does so I feel my right shoe pulled off. The left follows in the same manner.
"Wha....what are you doing?"
"You need to be stripped for your new uniform." Came the sultry response right by my ear.
I felt fingers at my belt as it was released, then my fly was unzipped and the button almost ripped off as the waist of my trousers was harshly pulled open and then down. With some rather forceful movement my trousers were ripped free of my legs. The action took my socks as well I think.
"Tighty whities I see. Oh how cute." Came Mistresses voice. "And is that a slight bulge I see.... Some part of you seems to be enjoying this."
I couldn't deny it. It wasn't just the leather and the licking and worshiping of feet I liked. There was also always a slight tingle imagining the person in charge above those feet. In my dreams, when I could make them out that person was usually a woman.
