by Michael K. Smith
I've moved the lounge chair into the middle of the apartment's living room. It's big, comfortable, padded, and Early American in design, with spindled armrests like banisters and another row of spindles above the tall headrest. You stand before the chair naked, eyeing it apprehensively. You enjoy bondage games but you aren't sure about this one.
I invite you to sit and you do. The leather is cold against your bare flesh.
--- Yes. C'mon, do it.
I bring out the roll of J-Lar tape and the blunt scissors.
--- Arms first.
With a smile, you stretch your arms over your head and interlace your fingers. I wrap a length of the super-sticky tape a dozen turns around your wrists, then through the upper spindles, snugging your arms up a little higher than you can comfortable reach. You suck in a deep breath, which tells me I've got it right.
--- Now your legs. Back and apart as far as you can go.
You pull your knees back to your ribs.
--- Like this?
--- That's a good start.
I cut another long strip of the heavy, transparent tape and wrap it around your left calf just below the knee. I push your folded leg back a few inches farther than you were able to manage alone and I attach it firmly to the chair arm. I do the same with your right leg. I fasten each of your ankles to the chair as an extra brace. You gaze down at your crotch, now exposed to the world. Your rosy labia gape open and the sun streaming in the window glints off the moisture already gathering there. You're lying on your tailbone but the chair is well upholstered. Your pink asshole winks horizontally.
--- Nice. I can't move at all. Now what?
--- Now this, of course.
From my pocket I pull a red rubber ball, small enough to slip into your open mouth and wedge your teeth apart, but large enough not to be swallowed. You wait patiently while I loop the tape round and round your head and over your mouth, being careful not to cover your nostrils. I step back and examine my work.
--- Say something.
--- Uunnnpphhh . . . Nnngghhh-gguuhhh!
You roll your sparkling blue eyes. I take the black strip of cloth out of my back pocket. Your eyes widen.
--- One more thing. My own idea.
You roll your head from side to side and make more muffled sounds. This isn't part of what we had discussed.
The impenetrable material circling your head shuts out the light completely. You can neither move nor see nor scream for help. Your breathing has accelerated. Taking away your sight was more than you had bargained for.
I kneel silently in front of the chair as your face turns this way and that. With one finger, I gently rock the chair, just a little. You jerk at the movement. I watch as your pubic muscles tense. Then, without warning you, I bend carefully and lick the entire length of your juicy cunt.
You jerk in panic but quickly realize what's happening. You thrust your crotch forward and upward even farther, moaning around the ball-gag as I bury my tongue deep in your pussy.
Then I insinuate my middle finger into the delicate, warm curve of your cunt, reaching until I touch your cervix. Your head pushes back and you pant heavily. I stir my finger around and draw it slowly out. The muscles of your cunt flex, trying to keep it from leaving.
Then my glistening finger moves down and presses lightly against the wrinkled entrance below. You tense at the proposed intrusion; we've never done this before. I press a little harder, wiggling my finger, and it slowly glides past the muscular ring. I keep pushing, slowly but continuously, until the first and second knuckles have disappeared. Finally, the palm of my hand is flat against the curve of your lovely ass. I wiggle my buried finger more strenuously and your breath hisses in. My finger curls and lifts slightly and you begin to shake. The moisture is beginning to dribble out of your flushed pussy and down your ass cheeks.
I stand and walk, smiling, toward the front door of the apartment.
--- I'm not going to fuck you yet. Something else I didn't tell you. I've invited some friends over to meet you.
You freeze and your stomach muscles quiver. You hear me open the door and you shake your head violently back and forth.
--- C'mon in, guys, she's ready.
You hear heavy breathing and a man's mouth fastens itself over your open pussy, gobbling your juice and rooting with his nose. You make small noises of fear. The man changes position and suddenly you can feel a large cock pressing into your pussy, thrusting quick and hard, in and out, in and out, faster than you're prepared for. In less than a minute, he comes, spewing semen across your dark pubic hair.
As the stranger withdraws, you hear shuffling sounds from the direction of the doorway and faint whispering. How many are there?
The next one takes his time putting his penis in you. He draws fantasy pictures with the tip of it, up and down the folds at the tops of your thighs and down to your sphincter. Finally, he thrusts in rather daintily. You hear his faint, whispering voice, one word:
--- Messy . . .
After a few minutes, he thrusts harder and then goes rigid. You don't know whether he came or not. He withdraws and backs away. There is the sound of bare feet on the entryway tile.
This one laughs under his breath as he forthrightly pushes into you, leaning against the front of your chair and tipping it back slightly. Half a dozen slow thrusts and he withdraws, and you immediately feel the head of his cock pushing against your asshole. You jerk against the tape binding you tightly to the chair. He chuckles in a deep voice and pushes, ramming his way into your rectum. You obviously thought it would hurt but it doesn't seem to. As he thrusts and withdraws and thrusts again, your head presses back against the chair and you moan. After a few minutes, he pushes deep into your body and lets out an explosive breath. You imagine you can feel him ejaculating into your intestines.
He pulls out and you hear tennis shoes squeaking on the tile.
--- Now, it's my turn. Do you want me to remove the blindfold?
You hesitate and slowly shake your head.
--- Very well, then.
My rigid shaft enters you slowly, gently, and begins stroking in and out. My hands slide up and down the insides of your thighs in counterpoint. You moan as I begin to pick up speed, moving faster and faster, until your body is jerking back and forth and you try to raise your pelvis to meet my thrusts. Then I slam into you, hard enough to make you gasp deliriously, and a series of jerks follows as I empty myself into you. We both gasp for breath as I pull out and watch the overflow of semen dribbling down toward your steaming asshole. I reach out and carefully untie the blindfold. You blink and squeeze your eyes shut and open them. And look around. We're alone in the apartment. I snip the tape holding the ball-gag in place and remove it. And I lean forward and kiss you and slide my tongue around your gums, giving you my own moisture. Finally, our lips part.
--- Where are they? All the other men?
--- There's only us, you and me.
--- But they were here! I didn't hear them leave . . .
--- You heard what you wanted to hear. There was only me.
. . .
--- I don't know whether to believe you or not.
--- Believe me or don't, it doesn't matter. There was still only me.
I smile as you glance around and wonder. I let my fingertips trail down your swollen labia and you jerk a little and smile back.
--- Want me to take the rest of the tape off?
--- Um. No. Not yet. Not for awhile. Um . . . . The very last man who fucked me. The one who didn't leave. Do you think he might come back?
This time, we exchange smiles.
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