"Come with me."Come with me." He leads you to the center of the room. He unhooks the front of your cloak. You begin to feel quite giddy. He grasps your wrists firmly and deliberately raises them high above your head. The front of the cloak opens. A murmur of appreciation fills the room. For a moment you imagine an auditorium of people admiring your naked form. You flush. Your lover has let go of your wrists but your arms stay raised. You cannot move, but you wouldn't if you could. You feel helpless and wanton at the same time. He reaches behind you and pulls the cloak more open on the left side, fully revealing your breast. More murmurs. "Perfect," someone says. He begins to tease the nipple, to pull it and twist it. It hardens. Then he does the same with your right breast. People are talking, someone chuckles. Your lover cups your mound and kisses you. Applause. "It would please me if you would stay as you are for a while," he says. "Do you consent?" You manage to nod your head. You nod again. "Say it. Do you consent?" You lick your lips and swallow. "Yes," you whisper. He fastens two wide leather cuffs to your upraised wrists. They seem to be connected by a chain which he fastens to something hanging from the ceiling. You are pulled upwards until your heels leave the ground, then let back down until some of your weight is on your feet. "Please. Come and inspect her perfect beauty." How did this happen? you ask yourself. Here I am dangling blindfolded from the ceiling in a strange house before a bunch of strangers who are about to inspect my body! My mother didn't raise me for this. The funny thing is, I don't feel helpless now, I don't even feel afraid. Well, just a little. What I feel is excitement! What a whore I am! You feel the presence of people around you. |