Learning With Heidi Pt 04

"Where are you?" the text message from Heidi's phone read.

"At work." I hastily typed.

"Well, this is Heidi's friend, Natasha. Heidi wanted me to text you on her phone to let you know she's completely blindfolded, naked, soaking wet, strapped down to a table and spread wide open for you. She's ready for whatever you'd like to do to her. She couldn't call because of the ball gag in her mouth. And, of course, because she's all strapped down now."

"WHAT?!?!" Heidi had told me about her friend Natasha. That they had gone to school together and she shared some of Heidi's penchant for wildness.

"You two lovebirds have fun. She looks pretty hot lying here, spread wide open and all dripping wet. If you don't get over here soon, I might have to take care of her myself."

The call blew my mind. My mind raced with arousal. I instantly formed a mental picture of this scene. Even for Heidi, this was over the top. And who the hell was Natasha? Heidi had described her and their friendship to me, but this girl participated in tying Heidi's naked body to a table? There were too many sexual variables to contemplate. But I knew I had to get to Heidi's apartment fast to see what was really going on.

Concentrating on driving from work to her apartment was hard, but probably not as hard as my cock after reading that text. And who the hell was "Natasha" anyway? All I could think about was letting myself into her apartment and seeing my naked girlfriend strapped across a table with her legs spread wide and a ball gag in her mouth. I don't think I've ever had an elevator ride take so long to a fourth floor once I got there.

I let myself in and walked into the main room in her apartment.

The scene that greeted me upon entering the big loft apartment was incredible. Heidi's wrists and ankles were spread out in a wide "X" with four leather cuffs attached to red rope that bound her tightly to the legs of the big wooden table that was the centerpiece of the room.

Heidi wore a black leather blindfold strapped to her head and a red ball gag buckled tightly in her mouth. Her hair was in a ponytail held back with a black leather ponytail holder with a silver buckle on it. The buckle had an eyelet tied to a rope that held her head down on the table by her hair. Each hyper-erect nipple had a little black and silver clamp on it. Her nipples were larger than I had ever seen them. The clamps were attached to a little chain that ran up to a black leather collar around her neck. Clipped to the collar and draped off the edge of the table was a black leather leash. There was a thick, black leather belt with silver metal eyelets buckled tightly at the narrowest point of her waist. Similar straps were buckled around the midpoint of each of her thighs, silver "D" rings attached to the leather thigh-cuffs.

When she heard me enter the room she made some muffled sounds into the ball gag and tried to turn her head. This pulled her hair, making her stop for the moment. Her hips were elevated maybe seven inches off the table by an upholstered wedge under her butt, presenting her vagina above the tabletop for better access. She tried to buck her hips up off the triangular cushion, but the bondage straps held her tight. Her little friend had done a good job strapping her down. She could barely wiggle, her wrists and ankles pulled tight in a human "X". I noticed that she was drenched with lubricant between her legs. So wet there was a little pool of lube dripping from her, running down the sex wedge and pooling on the table.

Next to the table was a smaller table with a red velvet table covering. A Magic Wand vibrator, a large, dark, stunningly lifelike rubber cock with a handle on it, a little vibrator with a suction opening on it, a small silver butt plug with a red jeweled top and a smooth, dildo shaped vibrator with a curve at the tip were neatly arranged on top of this table. There was also a pair of small suction cups, one for each nipple I presumed.

There was a Post-It note stuck to the table next to her heavily restrained, completely exposed naked body. It read:

"You can do whatever you want to me."

I had never had an opportunity like this before. A girl's body served up exclusively for my sexual exploration. My sexual use. This was a dream every boy had since reaching sexual maturity. The opportunity to explore the female body free from restriction by its owner. Full license. Sexual carte blanche. She had given herself to me as a plaything. A living sex doll.

I looked at her carefully, from her blindfolded, ball-gagged head with the rope stretching her ponytail against the wooden tabletop, to her clipped waist with the heavy leather bondage belt. Her outstretched arms strained slightly at the tightness of her bonds, and her ankles were equally pulled. Her pelvis thrust upward on the upholstered wedge under her butt, and her smooth mons glistened with an abundant cocktail of her own natural wetness and a messy application of KY liquid lube.

I was so hard it hurt. But I didn't think for a moment of taking my clothes off. Yet. I just spent a few minutes taking in this vision. That body. Those tits. The clamps on her pointed nipples, red at the base and white at the tip from the lack of blood flow from the clamps. That leather collar around her neck with the little silver chains draped across her chest to the tips of her tits. Her waist clipped small by the thick leather bondage belt around her little body. It was, in effect, a harness-like implement for controlling her.

Her pussy looked... for all the cliché metaphors used to describe a woman's vagina, ripe. It looked glossy and ripe for use. There was an apparent inflammation to her petite outer lips. The hood of her clitoris was conspicuous, exposed to air and straining for stimulation. While her entire crotch was shiny with lube, at the bottom of her crease it actually formed a shiny rivulet, having dripped down the fabric of the sex wedge. Her leg muscles appeared slightly strained by how tight the leather ankle cuffs were pulled. And the width of the massive, wooden table, a giant artifact from some antique shop, meant that her legs were forced very wide open by her bonds to the thick table legs.

For a long moment, I was content to just take in this sight. This vision. But I slowly realized what an opportunity this was. I could do anything I wanted to her. Anything. I could play with her tits as long as I wanted. I could explore and examine her vagina with no concern for her pleasure or preference. She was simply a living sex doll to be used. She couldn't see what I was going to do to her because of the blindfold. She couldn't tell me what to do, or not do, because of the gag. She was mine.

"Oh... You are a little whore aren't you?" I quietly whispered.

As best she could with her hair pulled tight to the table by her leather pony tail holder, she slowly, barely, nodded her head in response.

"Yes..."

I stepped to the table and began my exploration.