Bound, a short story by twistedvictim. Date added: 2012-06-26. Times viewed: 6703.
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- Intro: bondage, buttplug, fingers, toys.
I enter the room. There are two men inside, one of whom is standing, I recognize him from his picture, Chris, the other is seated, his anonymous friend. I would put a face to a name, if I had a name to do it with.
I stand there, awkwardly, not comfortable to do what should come next.
“What are you waiting for? Chris tells me, “Get on with it.”
I know what he means and so, taking a deep breath, drop my purse next to my feet and start to remove my clothes.
Both men watch as I do so and I have to fight against the urge to turn away from their watching eyes. When I am done, I stand there, holding my clothes, waiting to be told what to do next.
Chris takes the clothes from me and gestures to the table. “Lie down on your front, Rebecca” he tells me.
I do as I am told.
Having disposed of my clothing somehow, he comes and stands at the head of the table, “Arms forward, Rebecca.”
I lift my arms and do as instructed. He takes first one and then the other and ties them securely to the table(with rope/scarves/something else?).
He then goes to the end of the table and pulling my legs wide apart, does the same to them.
“Did you bring your butt plug like you were told?” he questions.
“Yes” I reply, my voice slightly muffled by the fact that my voice is directed downwards, towards the floor, “It’s in the top of my purse, with some lube as well”.
I hear my bag rattle as it is lifted and searched. He finds it with ease, as I had positioned it to be found with minimal hassle.
He walks back over and then I feel the cold drip of lube running down my arse crack. A finger lightly strokes lube around my hole and then the butt plug is being pushed in, slowly but firmly until it is sat in my arse.
Then I feel Chris’s fingers brushing my lips before he inserts first one then two then three fingers into my sopping cunt. I hear the other guy get up from the chair and walk over to where I am bound, helpless. Chris takes his fingers out and then the other guys fingers are inside me, feeling the wetness too.
I hear the click of a button and then the buzzing of a vibrator, the sensation of the buzzing, replaces the fingers, is played around my lips and clitoris, bringing forth moans of lust from me as I try and push myself against it, to get it in inside me.
I start to beg, which is the point it is rammed into me…
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