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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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She led me to her bed, a king-sized affair with black satin sheets on. As I lay back, my vision dimmed, and the last thing I saw was her lifting the hem of her dress as though she were going to take it off. Despite my arousal and curiosity, I drifted off and sleep overtook me.
My wrists were aching and my thighs were going numb. That's what brought me back to the situation.
How long had I slept? I had no idea of what time it might be, and that made me groggy and a bit slow on the uptake. My thighs were pressing uncomfortably on my calves and my wrists and shoulders felt cold. Not as cold as my fingers though.
I realised I was kneeling up with my wrists attached to something. Bed posts. I was cuffed to someone's bed. And what the hell was I wearing?
I looked down my body and saw lingerie. Black and red. I looked up and around desperately, looking for an escape from the bonds. But all I saw in the room was a mirrored wall, with me perfectly framed.
I was indeed kneeling. I doubt I could have stood, not in the black leather knee boots with wicked three-inch heels. They glistened against black stockings which whispered up to my thighs where they ended in deep bands of black lace.
Suspenders, taut and black, led up past a scandalous pair of whore-red mesh and lace knickers which were tight across my buttocks and rubbing my cock softly. I began to get hard but suddenly stiffened as I saw the baby-doll my stockings were attached to.
It was black, and backless, with a short frilled lace skirt. Up the front ran a satin panel which slithered across my tummy and chest. The lacy bra was far from full, but the gathered satin and lace worked magic on my nipples. Long suspenders stretched down each side of my legs, tugging my stocking tops.
I tried to fight my arousal - what if someone should come into the room and find me like this? Chained up, dressed in stockings, knickers, boots and baby-doll... and sporting a throbbing erection. The shame might kill me, but it was more likely I'd have to live as a laughing stock.
I thought frantically, trying to dredge my memory for any clues as to where I was and how I'd gotten here. The last thing I remembered was... was... Sara undressing.
Was I still in Sara's room? I couldn't remember much about it. I'd been too busy gazing at her, hoping to lay her, to have noticed the decor. The sheets were satin, and Sara had had satin sheets on her bed, but I couldn't remember if it was even the same bed.
And amid all the confusion, I had another problem. What to do about my cock, which was now tenting my red knickers. I tried not to think about it, but every movement seemed to slide my knickers across the sensitive underside and tip. I closed my eyes and moaned in frustration. I shuffled my knees forward, shifting my weight until I could press my cock against the satin-covered headboard.
As I began moving my hips, delicious feelings coursed through my pole as the mesh and satin conspired to tease me towards orgasm. Just as I thought I might be able to get off that way, I heard a door open behind me. I tried, ridiculously, to draw myself into a ball. Unable to see who it was, and utterly terrified it might be someone I know, I tried to make myself as small as possible. That wasn't really possible with the manacled wrists, and all I managed to do was rattle the short chains and draw attention to myself.
"Oh god! You startled me," a voice said. My heart sank. |
