Chapter 1: Chapter 1
It's cold outside. We are at what looks like a hotel, with a neon red sign at the entrance but no windows. There is a crowd of people outside, jostling to get in, but the gate is closed. A doorman keeps the gathering at bay while he searches for new candidates. Access is given only to the most suitable. He looks at us in the dark and waves us out of the line. You walk by my side. We are both formally dressed, in a manner that matches the exclusive establishment we have now been granted entry to. The people outside look at us enviously as we walk forward. The doorman opens the gate and I follow you inside. The decor is pleasant, with velvet fabric hanging in wide frills attached to gold-plated rods. The lighting is subdued and soft. We are alone except for two women at the reception. We go up to the counter, they ask for our outerwear, which we hand to them. They smile at us, and enter our information into their computer. "Are you the owner?" one of the receptionists asks me. "Yes" — "how beautiful she is" she fills in and I nod in agreement in response. "Then I need to know the measurements. Ask her to stand here." You walk up to the side of the reception desk. She takes out a measuring tape from a box and stands behind you. Then she puts the tape measure around your neck. "29 centimeters. It was narrow. Then I have to look in the warehouse to see if we have something that fits". She disappears and then comes back with a black box tied with a black silk ribbon and hands it to me. "Is she unmarked?" - "yes" - "good, do checks sometimes. Your room is the basement, number 101. You can prepare her in here. Only panties are allowed on the facility.”
Picks up the box that is on a table to the side and opens the lid. Inside is a leash with a leather collar and a wide black silk ribbon. Thread the silk band around your eyes and tie it at the back. Pull the zipper of your dress down your back until it reaches the end and pull it off from each of your shoulders. The dress falls to the ground. I lay your hair to the side so your neck is exposed, hold both of your upper arms and kiss your neck, then I place the leather ring around your neck and tighten. You gasp for breath. Clips the leash into the metal bracket. Then I unbutton your bra and let it fall to the ground, open the door and walk out with you on the leash. We come out to a corridor with several elevator shafts. Pressing the button and waiting for our elevator.
The elevator door opens. The elevator is decorated in blood red velvet fabric with mirrors on each side. The light is yellowish and pleasant. Inside, several dark figures stand close together. They all wear identical wide black cloaks with hoods and long silk gloves. A black mask obscures their faces which are all directed at you. I step into the elevator and the dark figures move to the side so once they form in the middle, then I turn and walk backwards into the elevator with the rope in my hands, until I bump into the doors at the other end. You feel the noose from the leash tighten around your neck and follow with tentative steps into the center of the elevator. The anonymous figures again fill the corridor behind you, their faces constantly turned in your direction. The blindfold is tightly closed and you are unaware of their presence, but a feeling of being watched settles even deeper into your psyche and you shudder with an indescribable discomfort. I'm looking at you from the front from the other end of the elevator. You stand in the center, closely surrounded by black individuals; small and beautiful in your pretty underwear and bound wrists. The doors close and we head down.
Your breaths are deep and fill the space with a devotional silence. A hand brushes over your shoulder and you jump like an electric shock has gone through your body. Soon after, you feel another hand moving along your waist and a third closing around your neck. You try to take a step forward but are held back like a magnet is drawn to its opposite pole. Your bottom is embraced and you feel additional hands travel up your thighs. Your breaths are short and intense. Two hands find their way to your breasts and hug them softly. The feel of their silk gloves against your bare skin makes you hot with excitement. You shyly try to cross your legs in front of you but they are easily pulled apart and a hand soon finds its way between your legs. You feel your labia being massaged over your thin cotton panties, first by one hand, but then eagerly followed by several. Abandoned and out of control, woven into a web of black silk gloves, you let out a weak and beautiful moan.
I pull the leash and bring you to me. The black gloves let go of your body like seaweed that rolls off the current of a wave. I lightly pull your hair so your face is turned up and kiss your blood filled lips. You willingly respond by kissing me back. The door opens behind us and I walk out with you.
It is a long corridor with doors with room numbers on either side. Outside each door sits a doorman. We stand outside room 101. He asks to see our ticket. I look for it from the inside pocket of my jacket and hand it over. He routinely gestures with his hand that he wants you to come forward. I take my hand around your waist and bring you in front of me so that you stand between me and him. He circles his finger in the air to indicate he wants you to turn around. I grab your waist and twist you so your back is facing him. He takes out a pair of scissors hanging from a chain attached to the wall and points to your panties - "they have to come off". Then he cuts the elastic band across your hip on either side of your panties and puts it in the outer pocket of your coat. He grabs your ass, moves you so it's directly in front of him, and begins carefully inspecting each of your buttocks with his hands. "Looks good," he says with an affirming smile. “It is unmarked. Just make sure it's red afterwards." He drops your ass. "Is she wet?" - I look at him like I don't understand what he means. He begins to take off his gloves and sighs in annoyance - "OK, wait...". Then he grabs your hip and pulls you to him so that your ass is pressed against him. With his hand firmly on your hip, he slides his right middle finger into you. You gasp at the unwanted treatment and mechanically squeeze your opening, but he pushes into you hard and it hurts. After a while you let go resignedly and he pushes the last bit into you. You clench your jaws tightly from the feel of his rough finger moving around in your vagina. He pulls his finger out of your insides, holds his hand up to the ceiling light, and rubs his thumb against the middle finger, which is now glossy and greasy with your bodily fluids, to determine the humidity and finds it sufficient. He wipes his fingers on his coat sleeve and hands over a pair of mittens. "Then we're ready," he says, gesturing with his hand that we can enter the room.
The room is dim with black walls that look like large black tinted windows. A leather sofa stands to the side and in the middle of the room is a wide bed. On the other side stands a woman. She is also naked and has a leather necklace around her neck just like you. She looks at me anxiously, as if she is worried about what will happen. She is quite narrow and a little taller than you. I tell her to come to us. She walks over with unsteady steps and stands some distance away. I grab her wrist and pull her to you. Then I put her hand on your waist and grab each of your butts and push you together so you stand close together. "Kiss her," I whisper to the woman. She does as she's told and kisses you gently. You stand motionless still. “Hold her breast. She is sensitive there”. The woman moves her hand softly over one of your breasts and begins to massage it carefully. "Mmm" you answer unconsciously. You raise hugs to her left arm and she presses her body closer to you. You return the kiss and place your other hand on her shoulder. She lowers her hand from your waist between your legs and begins stroking along your labia with an ease that women have mastered. You moan the scent of pleasure into her mouth. In contrast to the doorman's harsh treatment, her fingers feel lovely against your abdomen. You hug her arm tightly. An orgasm builds inside you and your legs spasm, as you feel the noose around your neck tighten and the leash pull you out of her embrace.
You are pulled backwards to me where I am sitting on the sofa until you trip over my leg and fall into my lap. I straighten you up and grab your wrists, which I then fasten in the handcuffs. Then I lift you off my lap and turn you over so you're lying with your upper body hanging over the back of the sofa, standing on your knees with your butt facing us. I gesture for the woman to sit on the couch. She walks over and sits on the other side of you. Turning to her so I'm looking at her over your back. My elbow rests on the back of the sofa. Placing my hand on your left buttock and start stroking it as I look at the woman on the other side of you. "Surely it's nice?", she smiles and shyly nods back. "You also get to feel. She likes it.” She nods again and starts caressing your other buttock. “You got her really excited.” Letting my hand slip between your buttocks. "It made me happy." You feel my fingers brush your labia. "Likes to see her excited". Insert my finger into you – “ahh” – you moan in unison. Streams of body fluid from your excited womb trickle down your bare legs. "But tonight I want her horny." Letting my finger circle on top of the clitoris. "Ahh.. Mmm" - "so she not only wants my cock, but needs it. Like she needs heart and lungs to live" - "she's so nice to fuck then". Insert my finger into your vagina – “mmm”. Placing my palm on your ass again. "Then it's not enough to be excited... Something else is required". Stroking your ass with my palm. "But I will teach you". "To get horny, she must first dare to let go of control and she can only do that if she is thoroughly submissive." I pinch your ass tightly between my thumb and forefinger. "It is the most important."