bed—Geoffrey had draped a crimson scarf over the shade—but otherwise the room was in shadow. The luggage rack had been moved in here from the sitting room. It supported the suitcase I had dragged upstairs. With a flourish, Geoffrey flung it open.
“I’m sure that you remember this bag.”
I blushed despite myself.
“I’d be willing to bet you’ve spent some time thinking about it, while we’ve been apart. Am I correct?”
My flush deepened. “Um—yes—a little.”
My tormenter chuckled. “I know that you’re curious. So here’s what we’ll do. I want you to look through my toys and choose the two that you’d most like to try.”
“Oh no! I can’t…” The notion appalled me.
“You must—unless of course you want to return to your room and forget about all this.”
“No…”
“Go ahead, then. Make your choices.”
I crept over to the suitcase and stared inside. Everything was neatly arranged with fasteners and transparent pockets to keep the infernal contents organised yet visible.
“I think of it as my portable dungeon,” Geoffrey commented. “You should see my collection in New York.”
I could hardly make sense of what I saw. I recognised a riding crop, and what looked like a small multi-stranded whip. There were leather restraints of several sizes, garnished with silvery buckles and rings, as well as a pair of steel handcuffs, neatly coiled leather thongs and braided rope. I pointed to a metal bar about two feet long, with clips at either end. “What’s this?” I whispered.
“Spreader bar. To keep your legs apart and make sure that you’re properly—accessible.”
Gingerly, I touched a bulbous device fashioned from some kind of purple plastic. “And this?”
“Butt plug. I have several sizes to accommodate you.”
Terror raced through me. My knees almost gave way. I tried to imagine what it would be like to have that obscene object embedded in my ass.
I nearly came at the thought.
“Choose, Sarah. Time is running out.”
What did I want? Oh, I wanted him to choose, to decide which of these devilish devices he’d inflict on me. I couldn’t make such a decision. I didn’t dare.
Geoffrey was behind me, his hands on my trembling shoulders. “It’s all right, Sarah. You can be honest with me. Tell me what you want.”
I leant back against his lean, strong body. The soft hair on his chest caressed my skin. Lower down, delicious hardness pressed into the small of my back. I swallowed hard.
“Be brave, my sweet.”
“Those,” I blurted, indicating a pair of leather cuffs. “I want you to tie me to the bed.”
“Glad to,” he chuckled, freeing the leather circlets and snapping them onto my wrists. “And what else?”
The blood roared in my ears. I thought I’d faint. I pointed to the butt plug. “That,” I whispered. “Use that.”
Geoff’s gleeful laugh rang through the room. I sank to the floor, wishing that I could disappear.
“Whatever you want, my pet.”
* * * *
I don’t remember the details of how he bound me. I was in some sort of swoon of terror. The next thing I knew I was on my belly, a pillow wedged under my pelvis, my arms stretched to the edges of the mattress. I guess he must have threaded some rope through the rings on my restraints and passed it under the bed frame.
My cheek pressed against the coverlet, I watched him bustle about the dim room. He dragged the vanity stool over to the bed and sat beside me.
“How are you, little one? Are the bonds too tight?”
I shook my head, still too embarrassed to speak.
“How do you feel?” His tone of voice made it clear that he expected a reply.
“Helpless,” I said finally. “And horny.”
“Good. That’s how you’re supposed to feel.” He trailed his fingers across my bare buttocks, tracing little spirals.
My pussy spasmed, leaking my juices onto the pillow.
“You have a lovely ass, Sarah. I really enjoyed spanking you the other night.” He gave me a sharp pinch then
“I’m sure that you remember this bag.”
I blushed despite myself.
“I’d be willing to bet you’ve spent some time thinking about it, while we’ve been apart. Am I correct?”
My flush deepened. “Um—yes—a little.”
My tormenter chuckled. “I know that you’re curious. So here’s what we’ll do. I want you to look through my toys and choose the two that you’d most like to try.”
“Oh no! I can’t…” The notion appalled me.
“You must—unless of course you want to return to your room and forget about all this.”
“No…”
“Go ahead, then. Make your choices.”
I crept over to the suitcase and stared inside. Everything was neatly arranged with fasteners and transparent pockets to keep the infernal contents organised yet visible.
“I think of it as my portable dungeon,” Geoffrey commented. “You should see my collection in New York.”
I could hardly make sense of what I saw. I recognised a riding crop, and what looked like a small multi-stranded whip. There were leather restraints of several sizes, garnished with silvery buckles and rings, as well as a pair of steel handcuffs, neatly coiled leather thongs and braided rope. I pointed to a metal bar about two feet long, with clips at either end. “What’s this?” I whispered.
“Spreader bar. To keep your legs apart and make sure that you’re properly—accessible.”
Gingerly, I touched a bulbous device fashioned from some kind of purple plastic. “And this?”
“Butt plug. I have several sizes to accommodate you.”
Terror raced through me. My knees almost gave way. I tried to imagine what it would be like to have that obscene object embedded in my ass.
I nearly came at the thought.
“Choose, Sarah. Time is running out.”
What did I want? Oh, I wanted him to choose, to decide which of these devilish devices he’d inflict on me. I couldn’t make such a decision. I didn’t dare.
Geoffrey was behind me, his hands on my trembling shoulders. “It’s all right, Sarah. You can be honest with me. Tell me what you want.”
I leant back against his lean, strong body. The soft hair on his chest caressed my skin. Lower down, delicious hardness pressed into the small of my back. I swallowed hard.
“Be brave, my sweet.”
“Those,” I blurted, indicating a pair of leather cuffs. “I want you to tie me to the bed.”
“Glad to,” he chuckled, freeing the leather circlets and snapping them onto my wrists. “And what else?”
The blood roared in my ears. I thought I’d faint. I pointed to the butt plug. “That,” I whispered. “Use that.”
Geoff’s gleeful laugh rang through the room. I sank to the floor, wishing that I could disappear.
“Whatever you want, my pet.”
* * * *
I don’t remember the details of how he bound me. I was in some sort of swoon of terror. The next thing I knew I was on my belly, a pillow wedged under my pelvis, my arms stretched to the edges of the mattress. I guess he must have threaded some rope through the rings on my restraints and passed it under the bed frame.
My cheek pressed against the coverlet, I watched him bustle about the dim room. He dragged the vanity stool over to the bed and sat beside me.
“How are you, little one? Are the bonds too tight?”
I shook my head, still too embarrassed to speak.
“How do you feel?” His tone of voice made it clear that he expected a reply.
“Helpless,” I said finally. “And horny.”
“Good. That’s how you’re supposed to feel.” He trailed his fingers across my bare buttocks, tracing little spirals.
My pussy spasmed, leaking my juices onto the pillow.
“You have a lovely ass, Sarah. I really enjoyed spanking you the other night.” He gave me a sharp pinch then
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