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I don’t hesitate. There is a sharpness to her voice that frightens me. And I want this over and done with as soon as possible.
“Hands to your hips.”
I do as she asks, watching as she walks around me slowly, adjusting the bra straps, making my breasts lift. She alters the panties, her hands skimming my backside before trailing her fingers along the lace at the front.
“I don’t understand why he didn’t just talk to me,” I whisper as I watch her, watching me, in the mirror opposite us. Her smile is dark, different from the welcome that I’d received earlier. Her eyes drop to my nipples, poking straight out through the lace and just visible at the top.
“He prefers action, as you will find out,” she whispers into my ear, her decadent and heady perfume claiming my senses. “Come through please.”
A door from within the room opens. I blush from my collarbones as a stark naked six-foot man walks in.
“This is Casper, and he is yours for the day.”
“Excuse me?” I’ve already shimmied away from Demica and pulled the gown back, hastily tying the sash. I watch as Casper climbs onto the bed and lies flat out on his back.
Good god!
The man is bigger than John; his balls are neat and perfectly round and he’s totally hairless, even his armpits.
“Look...I think I’d better...” I have visions of running up the street in this lingerie until I find a cab and probably breaking my ankle in the process.
Demica is unconcerned as she blindfolds Casper. He doesn’t protest; he just simply lifts his head toward her, accepting the white silk cover before sinking back down to get comfortable on the pillow.
“Come here.”
I tremble where I stand.
“Come here, Miss Nolan, and take that gown off.”
“I...I...”
“Miss Nolan, I won’t ask again.”
I slide out of it, feeling marginally better that the naked stranger can’t see me... But oh, god...he’s really naked! A naked, muscular, fine piece of work...
Demica takes his left hand, and using a restraint that looks like it belongs in a hospital, she locks him in.
My heart booms within.
“You can do the other one.” She walks me round. “Take his hand.” I look at her pleadingly. “Take his hand, Miss Nolan.” I do, unable to hide the quiver in my fingers as I connect with his warm palm.
“Good, now take the restraint.” On better inspection, I can see that it needs to be anchored to the wall where there is a metal plate with a semicircle welded onto it.
I look around the room I’m in. There are numerous plates studded around the room...some are even on the ceiling.
“Now, wrap it around his wrist...fasten this rope through the loop here and then to the wall...”
I do as she asks, but when Casper tests it, he’s able to pull away.
“Knots are for next class then,” Demica purrs.
Once we’re done, I look at Casper: arms stretched wide, cock resting on his inner thigh.
We repeat the process for his feet, then Demica walks to a dresser and opens a drawer to lift out a black riding crop.
A cold chill drops from the nape of my neck to the base of my spine as Demica bends the crop daringly in both hands before handing it to me, “Miss Nolan, this play is all about sensation and taking it to such heights that the physical release you get with intercourse is heightened.”
I swallow back a lump.
