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She fiddles with something then I feel a strong tug on my neck collar.
“Come,” is her pleasant but firm command.
It feels wonderful being free. Still hooded, I sit up to follow the leash and through various tugs determine that she wants me on all fours. That’s when I find my wrist cuffs to be tethered. Not tightly. But some type of cord runs from wrist to wrist, which allows only limited motion. Then as she pulls toward the end of the bed I find my ankle cuffs to be similarly tethered. I can move but such is quite limited.
“Stay on all fours now, James. It’s safer. Your hands and feet are restrained. If you try to stand you may fall.”
She draws me to the edge of the bed and stops. Her fragrance is strong and when she places one hand behind my head and gently guides it down and forward, the aroma of her sex fills my nostrils and I feel the heat of her abdomen. D is naked. I thrust forward my tongue, find the flat smooth flesh at the top of her well-trimmed pubes. I lick.
“You are a randy one, James. But I don’t think you’ll like what your tongue finds. Come. Down. Be careful.”
Realizing that I am to vacate her bed, I lean down until my hands find the soft carpet of the floor. I then lower my feet and feel the leash tighten as soon as I resume my position on hands and knees.
“Come. Follow the leash.”
I comply. It has been a long evening. I figure if I obey, D will have her fun then I’ll be released. She said she is also tired. Therefore my freedom is close.
I am wrong.
She seems to take great relish in guiding me about the apartment at the end of her leash. I become embarrassed by my reaction. I tumefy. Yes. My erection returns and I attribute it to her strong scent, which seems to be getting stronger with the proximity of what I know to be her naked body. But the butt plug also works its magic. Crawling about reawakens the odd pleasurable sensations which I’m sure assists in my tumescence.
Finally, after several rounds, she seems satisfied. On the last lap I do not bump into anything, and she coos some compliments about my quick reaction to tugs and commands.
That’s when I heard some loud clanks and felt my hands and knees being guided over a low threshold. The tension on the leash disappears. I feel her loosen my wrists.
“Spread your arms for me.”
I do and am shocked to feel the bars of the huge dog cage.
D unsnaps the leash and tugs on my hood. I attempt to move my hands to assist her and find they are secured. She peels off the latex covering and as dim as the lights are, my eyes still hurt from the lengthy period of darkness.
“You’ll have to get used to having your hands restrained, James. Naughty boys are known to masturbate and that’s not allowed.”
Before my eyes can focus, I hear a laugh. It is the same male voice I heard so many hours ago. Mr. Dinnerdate!
I flush with rage. D’s game has gone too far. She has lead me about her apartment naked and on all fours while her male friend watched. Instinctively, I pull on my arms only to be reminded that D has clipped the soft but strong wrist cuffs to the bars, left and right.
My eyes adjust and I look up to focus on the beautiful, completely naked form of D. Across the room is the smiling Mr. Dinnerdate. And my inner rage grows more when I realize he is just as I have imagined. Tall. Athletic. Well dressed. Well groomed.
I begin a verbal tirade in protest but before I adequately express my anger, D reaches into the cage with her fist, gathers my nose between the slot of her middle and ring fingers, and twists. The pain jolts me and my words of protest turn to a pitiful yelp.
“Behave yourself, James. Robert is a guest. You’re going to have a long night if I have to gag you.”
Bound and naked. Well restrained and locked in a cage. My feeling of helplessness overcomes the venting of my anger. I return to silence.
Robert, who had been insouciantly leaning on a dresser, steps forward.
“Time to go, Sweets.”
He tenderly kisses D, gives her naked, perfectly rounded buttocks a tender squeeze then turns to me.
“Have a good night, stud.”
He reaches between the bars, tousles my hair and softly chuckling, calmly sashays out. D laughs at my obvious look of disdain.
“We will work on your manners, James.”
With that I hear the front door click shut. D moves to the front of the cage. My face is inches from her sex and despite my anger, I feel my erection stir. Incredibly, my penis has remained engorged during the entire ordeal. D leans over to look for herself. She too notices my stiffness and smiles.
