Priya blinked nervously as Andrew finished tying her hand up above her head. As he finished, he stepped back and saw her furrowed brow and anxious eyes.
"Are you ok? You're sure you want to do this?" he asked. His forehead knotted together in concern.
Priya licked her lower lip and held it between her teeth before nodding. "Yeah. I'm sure. You'll take it slow, though?"
Andrew smirked. "That's not really what tonight is about, is it? All set? Comfortable?"
"Well, not really," Priya replied. She was standing against the wall of their basement, legs spread apart in a wide stance, with thick leather straps wrapped around her ankles and tied to the solid metal frame of the squat rack. Her arms were similarly stretched out and tied to opposite corners above her head. "I'm a little cold." Priya was wearing her old University of Minnesota shirt, but the thin gray fabric did little to protect her from the basement's chill. And with her arms up over her head, the shirt barely covered the waistband of her comfortable black panties. Her nipples, hardened from the cold, were clearly visible. Her skin pimpled with goosebumps as she shivered. She felt distinctly unsexy.
"Ok, I think you're all set. Just one more piece and then we'll be ready to start." Andrew rifled through a black duffel bag next to their elaborate exercise equipment-turned sex cage. He turned back to Priya with a black leather blindfold in his hand. He placed it gently on Priya's face, careful not to pull her hair. Even though her vision was completely black, she could feel his face in front of hers.
"Remember, sweetpea, you're my wifey and I love you. But when I come back downstairs, you're going to be nothing but a little sex toy for me to use. Ok?"
"I know baby. I love you too," she replied.
"And you remember the rules?"
"Yeah."
"Tell me again before we start," Andrew said.
Priya took a deep breath. "Rule number one: I'm yours, completely. I must obey you, speak only when spoken to, and address you as 'Sir' at all times."
"Good. Number two?"
"Everything that happens here is just for fantasy, and I will remember that you love me and only me."
"And the last one?"
"If it's too much, I can say freeze and everything will stop until I say so."
"That's right. Remember, this is just for fun - if it stops being fun, you can always stop it." Priya felt a little bit warmer, even though the temperature hadn't changed.
"I love you," she said.
"I love you, too," he replied. His lips pressed gently against hers. "Be back in a minute." She heard his footsteps moving away from her, and then the creaking of the wooden steps as he left the basement.
Priya shivered again.
* * *
Andrew was gone for a lot longer than a minute. Blindfolded, tied up, Priya had no way of knowing how much time had passed. It was long enough for her to get a little bored. She felt quite silly, distinctly
unsexy
. She was nervous about what Andrew would do to her in this vulnerable position. Priya felt her heart start to race and tried to calm herself with some deep breaths. She was his, completely.
Just as she was starting to wonder what he could be doing, she heard the creak of the stairs again. This time, she was having a hard time picking out each footstep - it almost sounded like there were more than one set of feet coming down. Her heart immediately started racing. She wasn't ready for this.
Priya felt, rather than heard, Andrew approaching her. He pulled the blindfold off of her face, revealing a basement that was quite different than she remembered. All of the weights and boxes, the junk cluttering the basement, was stacked neatly out of sight. Instead, a large carpet covered the concrete floor, with a small wooden chair in the middle. Christmas lights strung up around the ceiling provided a soft ambient light; it made her blink after spending so much time blindfolded in the dark. As her vision adjusted, she could see clearly - Andrew was standing in front of her, watching her face. Behind him, eyeing Priya with a casual smirk, was another woman.
Her skin was a dark ebony, smooth and flawless. She was tall - just a bit taller than Andrew, actually - with a thin, athletic body. Her curly hair came down almost to her neck, framing a face with raised eyebrows above dark, black eyes. Her arms were crossed under her ample breasts, barely covered by a purple, low-cut V-neck shirt. She had wide hips that were cocked slightly to one side, supported by long, graceful legs that were mostly visible below a white miniskirt. Her high heels were silver and shiny.
Priya immediately felt paralyzed. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she fought back tears.
"What do you think of the decorations?" Andrew asked.
Before Priya could reply, the strange woman spoke. "I like the idea, but I thought you said she was hot?"
"She is, once you get her out of those clothes," Andrew said.
