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The minutes dragged and I began to sweat. My hands nervously worked the cuffs, as I wondered if I could free myself. But the metal held me fast, made the bondage stick, and continued to remind me of the predicament I’d gullibly walked right in to. No, there was no plan for rescue but the one my master outlined. I remembered his words and prayed.
Be content to wait, Skye. Be content.
How the hell could I be content? Did he know how I suffered? Understand the horror of waiting? My fear of failing him? Failing me? Looking stupid in the eyes of the world, as I naively followed the instructions of an anonymous man?
Yes, of course, he knew. He evidently knew me well—better than I knew myself— and that was why he could so easily put me in bondage without laying a finger on my body.
For a time I disappeared… I’m certain that I didn’t sleep, but I didn’t daydream and I don’t remember being conscious, not until I suddenly heard the sound of a key in the front door. Ah relief! My fear of not being rescued slowly subsided… though it was quickly replaced by more immediate concerns.
The sound of shoes on my hardwood floor became not one pair but two, as the game took an unanticipated turn. Was I prepared for this? Two masters? Was I naïve to think I was dealing with one man alone? What if they were all masters—these mysterious men who populated my office? How many were there? Had I become their slut, their toy to use? I raced from thought to thought afraid of the answers, afraid of the questions.
Then a voice suddenly jerked me out of my hysteria and into reality.
“You say her name is Skye?” I heard the question, but not the answer.
“Voluptuous little thing, isn’t she? You suppose she can take a beating?”
Something cold and thin drew a line between my naked breasts, down my torso to my tummy, finally jabbing me in the crotch.
My flesh jumped. My crotch quickened. I could feel hot tears of fear inside the blindfold.
“How they do play with fire…”
There was but one voice speaking, once voice taunting. The second man was silent, replying silently to his friend.
Something cold and harsh crept up and clamped down on my left nipple; its twin repeated with a steely grip on the right one. My tits dragged heavily from the weight, stretched downward, the skin pinched, a tiny but screaming pain rolling through my body. I bit my lip as my body tensed.
“Better if you relax…” the voice addressed me specifically.
I could sense him circling me, his implement—a baton, a cane, the tip of a knife, perhaps—made contact with my skin in unexpected places: my shoulder, my knee, my ass, scratching the surface and causing me to jerk each time.
I attempted to obey the unseen master and relax, while wondering where the other man had been… was he still there? My breathing slowed, and as the sharp pains in my nipples began to ease, I sensed the wildness in my crotch, the clawing, aching need for sex supplant the heavy ache from the dangling clamps.
“Ooo, yes, look how she squirms to avoid her lust.” He couldn’t be more delighted with my distress.
Perhaps my saner self hated these taunts, but my sexual self was on fire. The need in me ignored for days billowed free now. My only prayer was for release… not from the bondage, but from the ache, the pain of not coming, this crazy sensation that was driving me mad. Heaven help me! I sat before two cruel sadists no long wondering why I put myself in this position, wondering only if they’d get me off.
One was in front of me, the other behind, weaving his fingers through my dark hair, pulling, like he’d strangle me.
“You want to come?”
Yes! I heard his voice… but I still I didn’t recognize the man.
“Yes, sir, I want to come.”
The man in front began to play with me, tease me with his fingers, jab me with his tool and pinch my clitoris until it hurt. Waves of sensation rolled through my body, again and again. I was close to coming.
“You think you’ve earned it, slut?”
“Oh, sir, I hope so. I’ve done everything you’ve asked.”
“Indeed. Indeed you have.”
He pulled my hair down and my head back, as if he could look into my eyes.
As the other man continued manipulating my genitals, I couldn’t wait. He wouldn’t stop, not even for a second. Soon, my body flooded free with this wild excess.
“Oh, pllllleeeeease!” I quietly pleaded to the man above me.
