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Percy
Saturday 12:06 Am
“Iknow you may be hesitant with this, but you’re going to have to trust me. It might seem a bit strange, but just go with it, okay?”
I roll my eyes at the notion that he could surprise me. “Okay, Silver Fox.”
As we walk into the room, I realize I’ve been pulled into a deeply macabre-looking space. My eyes widen, and a lump forms in my throat.
We’re standing in the middle of some kind of torture chamber. The walls around us are completely covered in an array of devilish looking instruments. On the floor and lining the space are larger devices, some donned with blades, others metal gadgets, and one even seems to be wrapped in barbed wire.
My confidence seems to shatter inside of me.
What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
“Come over here, Perce,” he says, beckoning me further into the room.
Anton brings me to a chair that’s been set in the center of the room. It’s made of wrought iron but resembles a low, dining room chair with a red crushed velvet cushion and straps dangling wildly from it.
I don’t know what to expect from it or what it’s purpose was back in medieval times or whatever, but I know for sure that tonight it’ll be put to different use.
Despite my earlier confidence, I’m intimidated. I promised Anton a good time, but now that we’re here, I’m more than a little hesitant.
My thoughts are interrupted by Anton.
“Hold onto the back of the chair,” he says.
I shoot him a look but decide to comply anyway, gripping the top of the chair with my knuckles resting on it. Anton takes the straps on the front and pulls them around to the back, locking me to the strange piece of furniture.
Behind us is a huge depiction of someone succumbing to a stretching machine, which is unbelievably morbid.
I don’t know why, but I can’t turn my eyes away.
My hands are locked in place. He gives the straps a tug for good measure, and I feel the leather rub just slightly against my wrists. The sensation shoots a jolt of excitement through my body.
“Spread your legs, Percy. As far apart as you can get them,” Anton instructs.
I do as he asks, feeling a thrill of electricity shoot through me as he takes the leg straps and pulls them up, tying my lower half to the bottom of the chair.
As a result, my legs can’t come together at all. My ass is in the air, stuck out, forced because of the two restraints and the position he’s put me in.
I look behind me and see a grinning Anton, now wielding a torture instrument of some kind.
“Umm, whatcha got there, Silver Fox?”
He laughs and approaches me, a wand in his hand, covered in leather, with what looks like a thin mop head made of other wispy straps of solid black leather.
I watch him in the mirror as he takes the item and raises it so the tips are just grazing my spine.
He lowers it slightly, placing more of the material against my skin as it drags down my body. After a couple of rounds of running it along my back, he swishes the wisps against my ass cheeks, their tips tapping me lightly on the skin.
Instantly, my pussy tingles in excitement.
My goodness.
He whips the toy against me with a bit more force. The sting hits me first, but it instantly fades to a warm, lingering sensation.
