I bring you down the stairs with your arms bound behind your back. You are naked except for the collar around your neck and the blindfold over your eyes. At the bottom of the stairway I make you walk three steps forward, then ease back on your leash to stop you. You can feel the leash against your face as I pull it up and attach it to a hook on the ceiling. I leave you standing alone for several moments, while I go up to get something. While I am upstairs, you hear the noise of someone coming up the stairs. You call out to me, but I laugh and tell you, "It's just the neighbors coming home. Besides, it's dark down there, no one can see in."
When I come down again, the first thing I do is turn on the hall light so you are lit from the back. I can see you to whip you with the flogger, but all anyone from outside could see would be the bright outline of your body. I start to lay on the flogger, stroking your legs gently, letting you feel the softness of the suede. As I work my way up your body to your hips and arms and shoulders, I can sense your increasing excitement. Your arms are crossed behind your back which leaves me access to your fanny, the leash keeps you standing tall. As my strokes become stronger and more biting, you hear your own moans as though they are coming from someone else. You know I am on the right track to your pleasure peak. You feel me pulling on your bonds, then feel another rope being attached and run to the ceiling hook. Now you are held up by your arms and shoulders instead of the leash around your neck. You can lean against the ropes without fear of choking and take some weight off your feet. I spin you around and start to stroke your thighs with the flogger, using it's caress to force your legs to open. I slash your belly with my suede whip and work my way up to your breasts. The lash stings a little and makes you suck in your breath which seems to be echoed from somewhere behind you. Your moans are getting louder as I work my magic on your pale orbs, and you can hear what you think must be an echo from the walls. As the stinging lash moves down your body to your bare pussy your breathing becomes more ragged, which you hear echoed off the walls, followed by another gasping intake of breath. You think it is your gasp at first, but it begins to dawn on you that these gasps are a little out of sync with your own breathing. You can plainly hear my labored breathing as I move with the music of the whip, and you can tell its' not me making these noises. It comes to you that we are not alone, there is someone on the patio, watching thru the window. Watching you being taken inexorably towards your orgasm. You cry out in alarm, "There is someone outside!" But I don't stop, I keep going as though you had said nothing. "Master please, someone is watching from the patio!"
I say nothing, but stop for a moment, and move close to you and reach around to caress your ass lightly with my fingertips. I put my cheek next to yours and slowly spin you around so you are facing the doors. I continue to smooth my fingertips over the skin of your belly and breasts, and down to your hairless pussy. "Yes," I whisper in your ear, "we have a witness. Shall we invite them in?" With that I laugh and move over to the door, whipping it open and chasing our into the night. A moment later I drag someone in from the dark outside and throw them at your feet.
"So, you like to watch? You must pay for your pleasure!"
