My most secret fantasy... but how did they know?

[MissKubo]

Hope you like this boys and girls. I'd love to see your comments, although I do hope you'll be gentle with me as this is my first go at writing complete fiction. Normally I write about my experiences and maybe embellish them with a little fantasy just to make it sound hotter. So please let me know if you like it, if you have any pointers and if you'd like to read more?

Are you tied up securely? Then we'll begin... x

The metal heels of my patent red stilletto pumps clicked with each step I took over the rough, broken paving, sounding frightfully loud to my heightened senses. I checked over my shoulder and couldn't help but quicken my step, the only thing stopping me from breaking into a run being the 6 inch stilletto heels I was wearing. The cab was still there, parked where he'd dropped me off at the entrance to the old industrial estate and I could feel the driver's eyes burning into me and I knew he could tell; I was wearing my longest coat, but it barely came to my thighs. Beneath it I wore only a red half-cup bra and thong. The sound of the engine made me nearly jump out of my skin and the cab cruised past me slowly. My heart pounded, my breathing became more difficult, more erratic. He thinks I'm a prostitute! He's going to stop and ask me if I wanted to earn my fare back my mind screamed. But no... he cruised to the T-junction at the end of the entrance road to the industrial estate I was walking down, pulled a lazy U-turn and drifted slowly back up to the main road where the endless traffic roared past. Grateful as I was to have not been propositioned by the cab driver, I also felt a little disappointed. Maybe I could play prostitute later my mind seemed to whisper and I felt my fash flush even hotter. True, I felt very exposed and very humiliated but there was no denying I felt just as horny, if not more so.
I stopped, turned around and watched as the cab pulled off left to join the flow of traffic, it's noise reduced to an angry whisper now as I neared the end of the road.
The industrial estate was old and a lot of units were now empty, but away to my right at the far end a couple of trucks were parked, a few cars and vans about. To my left were only three units on either side of the road, only the furthest left on the opposite side still occupied. I could see some guys sat out front smoking, almost hear the noise, if not the words, of their conversations. I tried to block them out of my mind, crossed the road and turned right, where I'd have to walk almost to where the trucks were parked before taking a left. Struggling to bring my breathing back under control, I turned my mind to the events the last Sunday that had bought me here.
It was Sunday afternoon and I was home on my own, my husband working away for the rest of the week at least. I'd eaten a pre-packaged pizza and retired to the conservatory with a glass of wine and my laptop, adjusted the venetian blinds so I could see out, but difficult to see in unless somebody was watching very closely and sat on the wicker sofa in the babydoll top and thong I was wearing to look up some sexy BDSM porn and spend a few hours slowly teasing myself to orgasm. Ten minutes in I was already starting to feel good, and the glass had somehow emptied rather quicker than I'd expected. Then the screen went black. I thought the laptop had failed, but then five thumbnails appeared. This is a virus my brain told me, but something about them intrigued me to click on them.
The first image showed a closeup of the right hand side of a girl's torso. I could see one breast, her arm, half her belly with a tattoo of a rose curving around the side of her naval, and down her leg as far as the bottom of her thigh and that she was wearing only a bra and panties. Her wrist was fastened at her side to the wall behind her with a steel shackle, clearly holding it tightly in place. My interest was picqued. The second photo showed her shoulder, just enough that I could see her bra strap, the curve of the shoulder and down her arm, and the third was the same. Except not... I gasped when I realised what I was seeing; slime oozing from an opening in the wall behind her, running down over her shoulder and towards her chest. My pulse and my breathing quickened. I felt my face blushing bright red and quickly glanced around to make sure nobody could be watching me, then felt my gaze being pulled back to the laptop screen. I clicked for the fourth image, the torso shot again, more slime running all down the woman's body, the shackle holding her fast. My nipples stiffened instantly, pushing so hard against the babydoll's soft fabic that I was sure I could feel it tightening around my bust. I realised my left hand was rubbing the front of my thong furiously, desperate for the next and final picture, but held fast by the sight of this one. The air in the conservatory felt like a sauna. I don't know how long I stayed savouring the image before eventually clicking through to the last one, this one a full body shot from the bust down and I could see that her legs were parted and held at each ankle by more tight shackles coming through the wall behind her, the slime discolouring her lingerie and oozing thickly down her chest, her belly, her thighs... I squeezed my thighs together pinning my hand at the front of my knickers and carressed myself, pressing tightly on the fabric over my clit and moving my fingers quickly, then lighter and slower, then at full pressure again, teasing myself more, more... and then I came, so hard I couldn't hold back a load gasp that gave way to a long moan of pleasure. And all at once, the image vanished, the screen blackening and then returning to the webpage I'd been rubbing myself over previously. I panicked at this point, logged off, checked again that nobody was in the back garden or one of the neighbouring houses watching me, ran through the house checking I was alone and hurriedly getting dressed. Over the rest of the afternoon, my paranoia eased slightly, but only let go when my husband rang me in the evening. However by bedtime I was horny again, remembering the images afresh. I took a bottle of baby oil into the shower and tried to replicate what it must have felt like for the woman in the photographs, letting the oil spill lazily down my breast and over my belly as I pushed my body back against the cold tiles, but it was no good. Without the tight grip of the steel shackles, the experience was incomplete and if I'd cuffed myself then I wouldn't have been able to pour the oil. I gave myself a couple of orgasms in the shower and a couple more in bed before resting in the dark, still horny but exhausted. I wondered how the images had come up on screen. I'd never, ever told anybody about this fantasy, and was sure I'd never searched for it... and to disappear immediately the moment I came! Was somebody watching me? But, too tired to worry much about it, I drifted off to sleep.
At work the next day, my mind was still full of the images, but I tried my best to concentrate on just having a normal working day, which I managed until I came back from my lunch to find on my desk a large plain black box, tied with silver ribbon and tucked under it at the top a single rose. The tattoo on the girl's belly flashed into my memory. With my colleagues looking on, wondering what romantic offerings the box might contain, all I could do was stare open mouthed, mumble an excuse, grab the box and run to my car trying not to blush so much!
All afternoon, the possible contents of the box and how it had come to be left for me played at my mind and the end of the day could not come quickly enough. I was tempted to open it as soon as I got to the car, but decided better of it. Soon as I got it home, I locked the door, ran with it up to the bedroom and closed the curtains. Then I undid the silver ribbon bow and opened the box. There was a manilla envelope inside, on top of some carefully laid tissue paper concealing the box's other contents. I opened the envelope and slid out glossy A4 photographs of the images that had made me orgasm on my laptop yesterday. And then, a sixth photo. A factory, the frontage purely brick, no windows so it was difficult to tell how many floors it had. I had to think about it, but within a couple of minutes I knew where it was. I turned the photo over. Written in ornate handwriting on the back it said Now for your turn. Book Friday off. Arrive here after midday but before half past. Come in a taxi. You may wear a coat but otherwise, wear only the clothing provided. My heart pounding, I gently unfolded the tissue paper, fearing what might be inside, and found the red 34B half-cup bra, miniscule size 8 matching G-string and 6 inch metal-heeled patent red stilletto size 4 pumps now adorning my body, all of them one size too small for me.
I'd had to beg to have the day off at this short notice, but I'd gotten it. And now, here I was.
The trucks were parked at the first unit across the road from the turn that I was to take. There were a few guys stood talking in the unit's front court, and I heard a wolf-whistle as I made the turn. I didn't look back. Ahead of me I could see the old factory, just three empty units between it and me. Out in front of the last unit was a bright blue plastic barrell, the sight of which made my heart miss I beat. My gaze fixated on it as I approached, and I could see some paper stuck to it as I got closer. I recognised the handwriting. It read, simply Your coat. I looked back, but couldn't see whether the guys were still outside the unit or not. I felt shivers running down my arms and legs, but turned to face the factory and the barrell between us, unbuttoned by coat, slipped it off and dropped it in. The I made my way as hastily as I could in my heels towards the factory, very conscious now of my breasts bulging out of the cups of the bra that would have struggled to contain them if it had been the right size, the rubbing of the tight G-string against my vulva with every step I took as it pushed itself between my labia and the coldness of the late February day on my exposed skin. My heart was beating so hard, my head was swimming and all my senses felt magnified tenfold. The cold, the stiffness of my nipples and the way my breasts felt like they were going to bounce out of the bra as I walked, the tightness of the fabric of my panties against my crotch, the pain in my feet with every step in the heels, the growing arousal that all of these contributed to and the fear that I wouldn't be able to keep it under control...
Finally I made it to the small side door which had a grimy Reception sign bolted outside it and a CCTV camera bolted to the wall above aimed at it. Feeling very nervous, very self-conscious and seriously wondering whether this was a good idea or not, I hesitated for a couple of minutes, shivering, exposed in the cold late February air. Then, finally, I knocked. And waited. It cold have been thirty seconds or three minutes, it felt like time was frozen. But then there was a buzzing noise and the door notched open. I pulled it open so I could step into the darkened reception area and let it swing shut behind me.
"Glad you could make it" a woman's voice called out from the darkness, making me jump. I turned in the direction it had come from and a blonde woman stepped out from a partitioned-off office clad in black lingerie and matching high heels. "Come this way," she said in a manner that was both friendly and yet also commanding. I couldn't help study her as she turned around, unknowingly - or perhaps knowingly - giving me a good 180 of her amazing body. She was curvier than me, a double-D by my estimate and probably a size 14. She had no excess fat on her, just a perfect hourglass figure, and a full, sexy peachy bottom, her buttocks beautifully displayed under the french knickers she was wearing. I followed her, through the dark, debris-strewn old factory to an old service elevator where a smaller woman waited. She was also clad in black lingerie, although hers was a simple black wonderbra and thong as opposed to the blonde's delicately detailed lacy items. She had long black hair and looked to me to have a slight oriental look to her. I guessed that my outfit would have fit her perfectly as I watched her slide open the gate door of the elevator and step inside. I looked to the blonde who raised her arm slightly in the elevator's direction, beckoning me inside. She followed me in and closed the gate, and then the smaller woman slid a blindfold over my eyes. The elevator began moving once it was fasted into place. I guessed we were going up, but I couldn't be sure and I could tell how many floors. Deprived of sight, the sensations I had been feeling outside intensified and although I couldn't see it, I could feel the eyes of the two girls all over my body. My nipples stiffened noticably, I thought this was the hardest they'd ever gotten, and pushed hard at the too-small cups. My clit also felt swollen and I realised that my pussy was wet. I hoped the girls couldn't see and felt myself blushing at the thought. The G-string was clearly soaked though and I could feel it rubbing at me slightly coarser. I gritted my teeth and tried to slow my breathing. Finally the elevator stopped. I heard the gate being slid open and then the two girls each took one of my hands and guided me as we walked through what felt like a maze of siderooms, but I still couldn't see a thing, or think clearly through my arousal to keep track of the route. After a couple of minutes I was stopped, turned around gently by a pair of hands on my shoulders and pushed backwards against a cold wall. Both my arms were pushed back at once against the wall at my sides and I felt the steel shackles I'd seen in the photographs closing over them, heard them clicking into place, and then more clicks until they were holding both my arms tightly in place. My clit was burning now, feeling like it was throbbing, and clearly the two girls knew this as one of them put a hand gently over my crotch and held it there wordlessly for a couple of seconds. I was relieved when she pulled it away because I swear, another couple of seconds and I would have orgasmed right then. The respite however was short lived because then I felt both girls pulling at my thighs, pulling them apart, felt the left shackle closing around my ankle tightly, then the right. Oh my God, finally here I was, bound helplessly and about to be subjected to the treatment I'd seen in the images, a fantasy I thought I'd kept secret my whole life and one that had bought me to orgasm multiple times throughout the week as I'd both longed for and dreaded Friday's approach.

 

[haydies]

More more, oh please post more, this story is AMAZING

 

[themasterman]

this is good so far plz do continue

 

[archie21]

a most excellent beginning.... I shall await more....

 

[subindy]

Please continue

It had my hard attention...

 

[MissKubo]

I took a deep breath hoping that the girls would now just retreat and leave me be. The blindfold was then pulled off, revealing I was alone with the oriental looking girl. I tried to relax, but that was shattered when she tugged sharply downward at the cups of my bra, so that my solidly-erect nipples were only just contained inside them. "Hey," I cried, and began to struggle at my bonds but she pushed me back against the wall and silenced me putting her finger to my lips. "Sshh" she said, and I was overwhelmed by how naturally obedience to her came. She grinned wickedly, relishing my submissiveness, and then without breaking eye contact I felt her close a fifth shackle closed over my neck, heard it clicking into place until it was tight enough to hold my head still, but would still let me breath as long as I didn't struggle against it too much. Then I felt her pull the bottom of the G-string away from my pussy with the hand she'd used to silence me, and then with the other push something smooth up into me before finally tugging the G-string upwards so that it definitely was now parting my pussy lips. Then she stepped backwards, used her heel to press a pedal and watched as two glass doors slid out on a rail from the wall behind me and closed together barely a foot in front of me, encasing me. A bright light came on, and then all I could see was my reflection in the glass.
My heart hammered hard in my chest. I was breathing so hard my chest was heaving and I thought this movement alone would be enough to pull my breasts free of the bra, but so far it was still holding them. A fire burned between my legs and I could already feel my muscles beginning to bunch around the smooth intruder that the oriental girl had slid into me. I closed my eyes and pushed myself back against the cold wall to which I was fastened. And then I heard a click as the outlets opened.
The slime oozed out slowly. I felt it running behind my shoulders and down my back first, but as the flow increased it ran over my shoulders and down towards my breasts, not cold but not warm either. It seemed to pool at my breasts and I thought I could feel it filling up my bra, worried that my breasts would float free of the cups that were barely containing them, but then I finally felt it running over the front and down over the front of the bra. As soon as I felt it running over my nipples, the vibrator inside me came to life with a low sensual pulse and finally, pushing my backside hard against the cold tiled wall and gasping with pleasure, I came and came hard. When my senses returned to me I was surprised to discover that the bra was still covering my breasts, but only just. The slime was now oozing it's way down my belly, tickling me sensuously as it went, finding the waistband of my G-string. My breathing grew heavy again and too late I realised I was having a second orgasm which rocked my senses, making me strain uncontrollably at the shackles which gave up none of their grip on my helpless writhing body. The slime was running over the front of the G-string now and the vibrator changed it's pulse for longer, deeper vibrations which rapidly bought on third and fourth orgasms and I wasn't sure now whether the string was full of the slime being poured over me or by my own juices, but it was completely soaked either way.
The slime was now running down my thighs, a sensation of mixed pleasure and intense tickling combined that I couldn't help struggling again, pulling my legs at the ankle shackles and trying to contort my body but I was held fast and screamed with mixed pleasure and frustration as the vibrator forced me to come yet again. My body was now completely covered in the slime from my shoulders down, but it kept oozing out. I clenched my hands into fists as the assault on my body and my senses continued relentlessly and wondered how long this would go on for, and then something happened which shocked me completely.
A shower overhead began spraying tepid water over me. At first it was a relief on my skin as the intense sexual pleasure had got me feeling red hot, but it mixed with the slime still oozing over me and I felt it beginning to pool at my feet, and then rise slowly but surely up to my ankles and then up my calfs. The vibrator changed settings again, but now the pleasure was starting to give way to nervousness. I tried to look down, but my throat pressed hard against the steel shackle over my neck and I was forced to pull back. Oh my god, I realised I was trapped and bound helplessly in a water tight chamber! I couldn't see it, but I could definitely feel the level of the slime, mixed with water and becoming a sticky goo rising well up my legs to my knees now, but I was again losing my focus as the vibrator continued throbbing away inside me, forcing my sixth orgasm which immediately led to my seventh. By the time my head cleared, I could feel the slime rising over my knees, up my thighs. They're going to drown me while I come to death my mind screamed and I began struggling furiously at the bonds, but to no use. I was stuck, and trapped. Did they know? Were they supervising this? Had the equipment gone wrong? All these thoughts flooded my brain and as the level of slime flooded up my inner thighs I felt genuinely afraid, but again the vibrator intensified and I was powerless to stop the orgasm which again took away the little control I had over my captive body as the slime oozed up to and then enveloped my pussy.

 

[themasterman]

nice new addition please do continue it more

 

[MissKubo]

Thank you for all your kind comments and encouragement everybody. Sorry for the wait, but here it is; the final part. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing it...

Shackled helplessly against the cold tiled wall, I twisted and writhed my body trying to pull myself free from their steel grip but was succeeding only in straining my wrists and ankles and involuntarily pressing my throat against the band around my neck, cutting off my air supply. As my head swam, it was all I could do to sink back against the wall and try to take some much needed deep breaths. I felt the cool sensation of the watery gooey slime make contact with my labia, parted and exposed by the too-small G-string pulled firmly up into my pussy and the feeling of that alone nearly made me come again, making my attempts to control my breathing a losing battle. Still the slime oozed down over my shoulders and slowly crawled its way down my body, still the shower sprayed onto me from overhead and still the chamber remained completely sealed, the level of slime continuing to rise. I looked pleadingly for someone, either of the two girls that had bought me here, anyone to help me but met only the reflection of my own frightened eyes, dishevelled face and helplessly bound, partially submerged, slime covered body. I watched the reflection of myself, watched the slime rise up until my entire pussy was submerged and then came instantly as the vibrator changed settings once more, now making pulses of varying lengths and intensities which were probably random, but seemed to be precisely manipulating me, but either way I would now orgasm continuously and relentlessly until I either drowned or was set free. The flow of slime and water both seemed to increase and now the level rose up over my belly as I fought to control my thoughts and my breathing, losing the fight to do either and half choking myself on the throat band again as wave after wave of intense, torturous pleasure washed through me, burning heat inside my body contrasting starkly with the cold water and slime still pouring over my body. The evil vibrator didn't give me a second's rest as it forced me to continual climaxes and finally my left breast burst out of my bra sending splashes of slime against the glass before me. Immediately the bra bit tightly into my right breast, but held as I was by the steel shackles, there was nothing I could do.
My belly was now completely submerged, the thick goo seeming to cling to me and constrict me, making breathing even more difficult. I fought to try only to press myself back against the wall to relieve the pressure on my throat
but the vibrator was still working away inside me and now the slime was gently caressing the underside of my right breast, chilling it through the fabric of the bra that was digging hard into the soft curve of flesh just above my nipple. Another orgasm and now my right breast was submerged, the slime now lapping underneath my exposed left breast and then rapidly up over the lower curve and swallowing my swollen left nipple, making me cum again, even harder than any of the countless orgasms before.
Somehow I managed to find a moment of lucidity as both breasts became fully submerged and the slime level rose up my chest. This was it, I thought. I gritted my teeth and tried to take control one final time of my breathing. The slime rose up to my neck and covered the metal band that I'd been choking myself on. I steadied my breathing, pushed my head back against the wall and let myself be overwhelmed once again by the vibrator...

And then it stopped. The water shut off, the flow of slime slowly lessened and then stopped altogether. Nothing happened for a couple of seconds, and then a metallic noise clanked inside the chamber, muffled by the slimy goo enveloping my body, and finally the chamber began to drain, exposing my captive body, my exposed left breast, my belly, the tight thong pulled into a viscious wedge between my pussy lips, my legs and finally the high heels I was wearing back to the cold air of the chamber. Then with a hiss, the doors slid open and the oriental woman stepped towards me, pulled the thong from between my labia and slipped two fingers into me without a word or a request for permission, and pulled out the vibrator.
Finally, as once again she pulled the thong tightly up into my pussy, she spoke. "Mmm, you enjoyed that, didn't you" she cooed mockingly. I blushed bright red.
"Um... do I need to pay for this," I asked.
"No baby," she said and smiled at me, then turned her head to look over her right shoulder. "You already have."
I looked over her shoulder to follow her gaze. In the darkness, after a few seconds a tiny red LED became visible. "Oh no," I gasped, then became aware of more of them, six in total, all representing cameras that had filmed the whole incident. The girl looked back and smiled at me genuinely, loving having inflicted this shock on me.
The blonde joined us and the two girls knelt down before me to release my ankles. I closed my legs and moaned softly as the blood started running through them again, but the relief of freedom was short-lived - the girls closed a metal cuff around each of my ankles which were joined by a chain maybe a foot long. They stood up and the blonde unfasted the shackle across my neck, then my left wrist, but she held my arm tightly against the wall. The oriental girl unshackled my right arm and the two girls pulled me forwards and forced my arms behind my back where they fastened my wrists together with a pair of metal handcuffs. Finally, the oriental girl retrieved the blindfold from her panties and secured it in place over my eyes. I felt a hand pushing against my back, between my shoulder blades and carefully tried to walk, immediately reaching the limit of the ankle chain and nearly falling. The hand pushed insistently and so, fearfully, I took another teetering step, then another, becoming accustomed to my shortened stride. I was again guided through a couple of turns and then felt the girl tugging my handcuffs to symbolise me to stop. I heard a door opening and then the hand on my back again making me take a few steps forward. I could feel the outside air on my body and hear the wind, the sudden noise sounding deafening. The blindfold was removed and the blonde, stood just to the side of me, said "the keys to your cuffs are inside your house. We put your doorkey back where you left it." Then she walked back inside and closed the door behind me. I turned around to see that it had no outside handle. Turning back to look in front of me, I saw that I was standing atop a metal staircase which wound down the rear side of the old factory. I looked out over the industrial estate back the way I'd walked on my way to the factory and my heart sank - the traffic had now picked up considerably. It looked like the businesses on the estate were starting to wind up for the weekend.
As quickly as I dared, I made my way down the staircase to the ground where I was met with a narrow passageway to get back to the street, overgrown with tall weeds and, to my horror, what looked like stinging nettles. I turned my back to them and pressed myself against the wall of the factory then gently inched my way alongside it, my still-exposed left breast scratching against the coarse brickwork, nothing I could do about it. Finally I was clear and had avoided contact with anything other than the scratchy bricks and I took as large steps as I could to the pavement. Something was wrong, I quickly realised as I made my way up the street. And then I figured out what it was.
The blue bin into which I'd deposited my coat was gone. As fear filled my mind and my heart began thumping heavily in my chest, I saw that the unit at the end of the street was now a hive of activity, people coming out, chatting, laughing. Worse, beyond that, cruising past, I saw my husband's car! He was driving slowly, I could see him scanning the sidewalks. Did he know I was here? Who told him?
To get to him, I'd have to walk past the end unit where all the guys coming out, all industrial workshop types, would be able to see me shackled with my left breast exposed and my too-small thong pulled up into my pussy so tight that they'd be able to see my pussy as if I were naked - but it was a chance I'd have to take. As quickly as I could, on the opposite side of the road to the corner unit, I walked towards the familiar car, embarassed at the prospect of explaining to him what I was doing out here dressed as I was. In my haste, I stumbled several times in the locked-on heels, nearly falling flat on my face. But I was nearly there. One more unit to pass.
And he pulled off. I watched with horror as he moved out into traffic and accelerated away, rounding the corner up to the main road and then turning right and disappearing. I considered turning around then, but it was too late.
"Hey baby," I heard one of the workshop guys call. Turning to face them, I saw two of them already halfway across the road towards me, about half a dozen others standing out in front of their unit.
"What you doing out here, all dressed up for us," the smaller of the two guys said. I tried to turn, but they were already caught up with me. The bigger one took hold of the chain between my handcuffs holding me where I was. "Awfully cold out here for that get-up," he said.
"Yeah," the smaller one replied. "But it's okay baby, you can keep warm with us." The bigger one turned me around and the two of them started marching me towards their unit.
"Please," I stammered. "That car that just left was my husband!"
The small one grinned. "What, and he left you here all alone like this?"
"We'll take care of you honey," the big one said. "Ain't that right?"
We were at the unit now. A guy held open the door and the two captors led me inside, through a corridor and out into their workshop. I could hear and almost feel all of the other guys following as I was led to the far right hand side of the shop and turned around to face the huge roller shutter door. The big one called "Len, bring the overhead crane this way." They held me still as I tried to struggle against them, ignoring my pleas to be released as the crane whirred overhead. A loud click behind me made me jump and all the guys laughed. Then there was a second one. As I saw one of the guys walk around with a pair of bolt cutters, I realised that they'd removed the padlocks holding the chain to my ankle cuffs, but the relief of my legs being free was again short lived as they were parted and a folding work bench was placed between them. The largest guy there, in the sense that he was the most overweight, stood before me and leered at me. The two guys that had accosted me in the street were still the ones holding me and gripped me tightly in place so that I couldn't resist this big, sweaty guy pulling my panties out of my pussy and sliding a thick ribbed rubber sleeve into my pussy, about eight inches long and two inches wide, then pull my panties sharply back into place, once more parting my labia. The guys holding me then lifted me up off my feet and held me aloft as a plank of wood was fixed into the workbench between my legs, the grips closed tightly around it to fix it firmly into place. When they lowered me, I could barely reach the floor even in the heels, all of my bodyweight now resting on my pussy atop the plank, not even an inch thick. Then I heard the sound of chains rattling behind me and felt a padlock being closed into the chain between the handcuffs, then the noise of the overhead crane as my arms were hoisted up behind me, forcing me to bend over forwards, putting even more pressure on my pussy until I was left in a very uncomfortable position. The chain binding my ankle cuffs was replaced with fresh padlocks meaning I could get off the plank even if I could somehow make my way to one of the ends. My moans and complaints seemed only to encourage all these guys to keep going.
"Do you like clamps, baby," the smaller guy asked?
"You'll love it here, we've got all kinds," the larger one said, not giving me a chance to respond. All I could do was moan in pain as a heavy plastic spring clamp, kind of like oversized clothespins, was attached to each of my exposed labia. Then they bought out two long cable ties and closed them, one around the base and one around the centre of my exposed left breast, then added a metal pipe clamp which was screwed tightly closed between the cable ties, and finally a heavy G-clamp was screwed tightly onto my exposed left nipple. Lots of clicking as all the guys took photographs of me, then started leaving until there was only me and the two guys that had originally bought me in here.
"We're leaving for the weekend now," the smaller one said.
"We may have overtime tomorrow, but we're waiting to hear," the larger one added.
"So we may see you tomorrow. That'll make working Saturday worth it."
"Otherwise you'll give us a reason to look forward to Monday," the big one said. I tried to argue, but the small one was already wrapping duct tape around my head and over my mouth, securely gagging me. And then they left, turning the lights out and closing the door, leaving me sealed, bound, clamped and resting hard on my pussy in the darkness as the ribbed rubber sleeve moved inside me as I tried to shift my weight, failing to ease the pressure, all alone in the dark to ponder how long I would be captive here.

 

[archie21]

excellent...... well written if a little cramped....

 

[JennaSlut]

I wish that was me

I would love this to happen to me and would love to see any videos like this, if anyone has any...
Keep up the great story
xxx Jenna xxx

 

[smlldckbnd]

please let that not be the final part.... we have to know whether they came back on saturday and had more fun with her

 

[maria435]

What an amazing turn of events...Loved the story.

 

[MissKubo]

Thank you everyone for your kind comments.

Sorry its taken me a while to add more, I want to write more adventures but I've been wondering how to get from my current predicament to the next one.

Finally I have this, I hope you all like it -x-

Alone in the pitch darkness of the workshop, I had no way of knowing how long I'd been helpless here. The early evening sky had now darkened outside and in the absence of artificial lighting I could see nothing. The silence in the cavernous chamber seemed to deafen me and all I had to concentrate on was the differing ranges of sensations my bound, tortured body was forced to endure; discomfort in my back and my feet from the angle at which I'd been bent, the pressure I was putting on my toes in the high heels and their tight pinch, being as they were a size too small for my feet. The bite of the cold, still workshop air on my damp skin, and the tight bra squeezing at my right breast still only just contained by it. The intense pain my left breast felt from the cable ties and pipe clamp, and the vicious downward pull of the clamp biting into my nipple. And the crushing press of my whole bodyweight pressing down on the one point between my legs where the thin plank of wood held in place by the workbench stayed, unyielding, as my crotch was inexorably forced down against it. Countering the sensation was the ribbed rubber tube. My squirming ensured it moved sufficiently inside me to keep me in a heightened state of arousal, but yet I was unable to move enough to push myself all the way to the relief of orgasm and so despite the cold, sweat beaded on my skin and my breathing came in rasps, difficult to control as the duct tape wrapped around my head, keeping me gagged, meant I was only able to use my nose to breath. My wet hair clung to my face and no amount of shaking my head, keeping the pressure shifting on my poor crotch and the rubber sleeve inside, would move it away.
I was completely unable to free myself, and terrified of what would happen to me next, where the photos the men who’d left me here would surface and, worst of all, how was I going to explain all of this to my husband. Several times I lost myself in fevered reveries of different scenarios so when the roller shutter door opened and I was blinded by two sets of headlights, I wasn’t sure whether or not it was real until someone grabbed hold of my chin and tilted my head up, forcing me to gaze in the direction of the blinding glare. I wasn’t aware that I’d been constantly moaning until he told me to shut up.

As my vision began to clear, I could make out the two vehicles parked illuminating me, one a pick up truck, the two guys that left me here leaning against the front of it, and the other a long, dark Mercedes Benz. From the left hand rear door, I watched the oriental woman from my earlier ordeal step out and walk around the front.

An ipad was raised by the man immediately before me. He let go of my chin and let me lower my gaze to its screen as he showed me images I recognised, one after the other, all from my own internet browsing, he said to me “as you can see, we know a lot about you, and we have easy access to you.” He turned the ipad back to himself and tapped at its screen for a second. “Your computer, your house,” he continued. “Even your place of employment. How do you think you managed to get the day off at such short notice?”

Now he turned the ipad back to me and I watched its screen, eyes burning with shame and the threat of tears as he scrolled through images of me, all the way from leaving the taxi to my predicament now. “These are the images I control,” he told me. “There were a few taken earlier by some of your new friends that may surface somewhere or another, but I have offered these two an incentive to try and keep them under wraps.” He turned and nodded to the oriental woman who was now stood waiting by the right hand rear door of the Mercedes.

She opened the door and stepped back to allow a blonde woman to step out. All eyes were on them now as the blonde turned to face the car and held her wrists together behind her, standing completely still as she allowed the oriental woman to lock shackles to them and then to her ankles, the short connecting chain forcing her to arch backwards, pushing out her bust which threatened to escape the satin shift dress she was wearing. The oriental woman reached into the car and retrieved what turned out to be a ring gag which the blonde allowed her to fasten into place without struggle or complaint. Finally, the oriental woman reached under the blonde’s skirt and slid down her panties, down to her knees, before tearing the fabric and throwing them into the wind. The two guys walked over from their pickup and took the blonde, marching her in past me. The larger one leered “I like your new friend. We'll see you soon,” as he passed, and then the oriental woman joined us.

“This is, well, you can call her Miss Rose,” the man before me said. Now that I was getting used to the light I could see he was wearing a thick woollen coat over a dark suit, with a grey scarf tied at his neck. I couldn’t clearly see him to make out details but he had dark hair that fell around his face and had a presence of strength to him.

“We know what you like,” he said. “And we know you don’t want your husband to find out. So the deal is, you do what we tell you, when we tell you, and you get to keep your filthy little secret. But disobey us once and your husband gets a very interesting film to watch. Is that clearly understood?”

I couldn’t believe it! They’d lured me here and now they had me on a hook. In order to stop my husband finding out about this ordeal, I’d have to subject myself to further humiliations in the future. My mind swam with the realisation that the more I obeyed, the more they’d have to blackmail me with but what else could I do?

With a trembling nod, I commited myself to being their slave.

Satisfied, the man turned his attention to Miss Rose. “Did they give you the keys to pick up,” he asked her.
“Yes Master, they did,” she replied.
“Very good. Take her home.” With that, the man, my new Master, left us, walking away to the Mercedes Benz.

Miss Rose smiled her cruel smile at me as the Mercedes drove away and flicked the clamp on my nipple, making me moan with pain into my duct tape gag. “Don’t go anywhere,” she said. “I’ll be right back.” I listened to her footsteps clicking away into the workshop behind me where I could hear rattling chains and the click of tools as the two guys did who knows what with their obedient blonde captive. Once or twice I heard her moan as she was manhandled and although I was concerned as to what might lie in store for her, I was still more overcome with the dread of what I’d gotten myself into and, more pressingly, I was still exposed in the open workshop doorway struggling to find a position that would ease the discomfort and succeeding only in continuing my own torment. After a minute or two I heard Miss Rose’s return and then the deafening roar of the overhead crane as my arms were lowered and I was able to move upright. Then came a click and left ankle was freed. Miss Rose’s hands touched my leg and guided it up and over the wooden horse, finally relieving the pressure on my sore crotch. However, after so long at such an angle, my legs didn’t feel like my own, and I struggled to stand up on them as they came painfully back to life. The wobbling about made the rubber sleeve move inside me and once again I started moaning uncontrollably into my gag, earning me a sharp slap across the buttocks from Miss Rose who demanded “what’s wrong with you?”

When finally I could stand still, I concentrated on controlling my breathing and trying to ignore the ribbed sleeve still filling me, not easy with Miss Rose looking me up and down with that damned wicked smile. “Okay now? Comfortable?”

I gave an affirmative moan into my gag in response.

“Good,” she said. “Come on.” Grabbing the chain between the handcuffs I was still wearing, she pulled me backwards towards the rear of the pick up truck and ordered me to climb up onto the truck bed, which was difficult with my hands still bound behind me. She laughed at the sight of me wiggling my way up, my exposed left breast bouncing with the motion, the clamp on my nipple weighing heavy and reminding me it was still there. Finally I was up and now, finally, my right breast had burst free of the too-small bra. With the full use of her limbs, Miss Rose was able to climb up much more elegantly and roll me onto my side where she fed the chain dangling from my right ankle cuff over the chain between the handcuffs before padlocking the free end back in place to my left ankle cuff, effectively hog-tying me. Then she rolled me onto my back, climbed down from the truck bed and slammed the rear door closed. A moment later, I heard her getting in the driver’s door and then the engine roared into life. Fears of someone seeing me filled my mind as the truck started moving up to the main road, the only saving grace being that it would need to be someone in a heavy goods vehicle. As we started moving, I was taken over by the real worries of the cold air rushing over my exposed skin as we moved through it and my helpless bound body sliding about when Miss Rose took corners and turns, or when she braked to a stop.


Tracking the journey as best I could from my position, I could roughly tell the route she was taking to return me home, and suddenly I was hit with the realisation that she’d be taking me through the centre of my village. Anyone looking from their upstairs windows would see me. Worse, we would be driving past the busy village centre pubs, both of which have upstairs floors, one with an outside balcony overlooking the road! I prayed that the cold weather would mean it wasn’t in use and as we passed, I saw a few girls stood up there in their Friday night party clothes smoking and chatting. Fortunately for me, they were so absorbed in their conversation that I saw more of them then they did of me and soon we were motoring past houses, most of which had closed curtains. Finally I felt the right-left-right turns that would take us to my street. And then the truck came to a stop.

Miss Rose was obviously in a mood to let me shiver a while more as she took her time turning off the engine and then getting out of the vehicle and coming around to the rear. Dropping the rear door open, she ordered me to wiggle my way to the edge before unlocking my left ankle cuff, then the right. Finally she ordered me to get down and I slid myself to the ground as gracefully as I could with my wrists still cuffed behind me. And then I realised she hadn’t bought me home; we were at the entrance to the alleyway connecting my street to the one parallel, the one where I now stood. After crossing this alleyway, I would still have to walk some considerable distance past twenty or so neighbouring houses before I got to mine!

Miss Rose seemed completely unfazed by this and made her way back towards the driver’s door of the pick up. I moaned into my gag in protest and she stopped and turned to me, again with that smile. “I think you know your way from here,” she mocked, then stepped up to me and breathed into my ear. “We left the keys to your handcuffs and a change of clothes for you with your doorkeys behind your shed.” She must have seen the look in my eye – our back garden is very long and the shed is right at the bottom. “Its up to you if you take the alleyway, or risk getting caught going over your neighbour’s garden. See you soon.”

With that, she returned to the pick up and drove away as I stood rooted to the spot, watching. I realised as her tail lights disappeared at the end of the road that I was still illuminated under the streetlights, breasts exposed, hands cuffed, and my thong still pulled tight, rubbing at my labia. The ribbed rubber sleeve started moving inside me again as I started to hurry home, bared breasts bouncing above the bra pushing them upwards, the heavy G-clamp and C-clamps hanging heavy on the left as my too-small heels clicked away, deafeningly loud in the silent darkened street.

 

[articfox97]

very fun

A rather interesting read i rather enjoyed it.

 

[KinkyGirl202]

Any more?

You should add to it.

 

[MissKubo]

I'm sorry, I guess the second chapter's been a little while in coming...

Hope you all enjoy!

"The deal is, you do what we tell you, when we tell you, and you get to keep your filthy little secret. But disobey us once and your husband gets a very interesting film to watch. Is that clearly understood?”

The Master's words rang in my head in the days after my experience getting nearly drowned in slime at that industrial estate. The power they held over me was terrifying and yet thinking back on it I couldn't help the intense arousal that took my breath away and saturated the inside of my panties...

I'd think at night when the sheets slid up my body of the slime oozing down me, over my shoulders and my curves, the feel of it filling and spilling out of my bra, and my hands would involuntarily find their way inside my panties...

...where the toy had been buzzing while I was fixed there helpless... Oh god...

But then, as I teased myself on the edge of orgasm, I'd remember being cast outside, still bound, wearing nothing but my soiled lingerie, one breast exposed from the bra, and of getting captured by those men!

Their workhorse jammed up hard between my legs... The pain and the terror...

And the blonde who so willingly took my place after I'd spent so long captive in the dark! And then I'd start rubbing again, wondering what the hell those guys would have done to her!

And... and... what would my Master and his apparent apprentice Miss Rose do to me next??

But days turned into weeks and weeks became months with... Nothing. I wondered if they'd forgotten about me?

Dare I believe?

But then, if they had... The conflict of emotions in my head began to drive me crazy. Was I free? Wasn't I good enough?

I scoured porn sites trying to find the images of myself that they controlled, or maybe ones that the guys in the workshop that had captured me as I'd tried to make my way home might have leaked. Trying to see if my screen would turn black before showing me a hint of what they had in mind for me next time... but nothing.

Nothing until, one Monday morning, I arrived at work to find a black box on my desk. Tied with silver ribbon. A single rose tucked under it, just like before. Immediately I felt my face flush, my breath catch and a warm feeling starting to grow between my legs! I grabbed it and tried to resist the urge to run with it out to my car. I couldn't wait until lunchtime to open it and so I put it in the trunk where it would be hidden from view of my colleagues and untied the ribbon.

At the top of the box was an envelope containing four glossy colour prints; just partial body shots but enough to know it's me in the red lingerie they gave me to wear last time; bound in the tank waiting for the slime to start. Then me struggling as the slime level in the chamber rose up to my crotch. A close-up of the red bra and panties soiled with slime afterwards when they'd let the tank drain, and my exposed breast that had come free as I'd struggled.

And, finally, a close up of the saw horse jammed up between my legs in the awful workshop where I'd been taken prisoner as I'd tried to make my escape afterwards... Where Master had rescued me and given those disgusting guys the more willing blonde slavegirl to play with...

I'm wondering again now what had become of her as my pussy seems to throb under my work skirt and panties, but there are some more things inside the box... A white push-up bra and matching thong. A white masquerade-style eye mask with a strap to hold it on. And a pair of white patent pumps with the tallest stiletto heels I've ever seen, seven inches at least!

There's another envelope at the bottom of the box and a card inside simply reads "Saturday. 9pm. The old Bowery building. Wear only these clothes."

The Bowery building is waiting to be demolished on the outskirts of the town. There's nothing much down here and it's pretty out of the way so traffic is light, almost non-existent, but the sun is setting, there's no cover and so I'm feeling very exposed, shivering with both the evening cold and the endless possibilities of what might happen to me tonight??

They've given me clothing in my actual size this time, rather than deliberately a size too small like the red lingerie had been, but, still, the push-up bra makes my cleavage bulge, the thong is miniscule and I can feel it snug between my legs with every step; the stiletto heels are holding my feet almost vertically, only my toes flat on the ground so walking is a delicate affair.

In the distance I hear the chiming of bells and right on cue a pair of headlights appears at the far end of the road. The Mercedes I'd last seen outside that factory pulls to a stop beside me as the ninth chime fades away to silence and sits there idling for a moment, and I'm not sure if I should stay still or run for my life. Finally, the driver's door opens and I recognize the woman that gets out; blonde, maybe a UK size 14, double-D cup breasts.

She'd been the one to welcome me to the unit where I'd been slimed, had helped Miss Rose bind me and release me, and had been the one that had cast me out afterwards, leaving me soiled, cuffed and helpless to escape the men from the workshop... Tonight she's wearing a tiny black bralet with grey pinstripes, a matching miniskirt far too short to cover the bottom of her black thong and pert round buttocks, and patent black stiletto pumps with heels as high as mine. How she walks so gracefully in them as she heads around the car to open the rear door for me, I don't know. Indeed, I have no idea how she could possibly drive in them!

Sitting in the centre seat in the back of the car is Miss Rose wearing a black shiny slip dress, that could just as easily have been a negligee, with thigh-high soft suede boots. She doesn't bother with a greeting.
"Lay across my lap," she instructs. "Face down."

And so, carefully in my pumps, I step up to the car and all but crawl inside across her until my face is on the far side seat, my crotch is resting on top of her legs and my legs are raised slightly behind me so that the blonde can close the door.
"Don't say a word. Don't even make a sound," Miss Rose instructs. I try to manoeuvre myself into a more comfortable position but I get a sharp slap across my naked buttocks and Miss Rose snaps "keep still."

Meanwhile I hear the blonde getting back into the driver's seat and closing the door. A few seconds later and the car is moving smoothly.
I can't see where we're going from down here. I'm trying to estimate our route from the motion of the car, but I'm distracted by Miss Rose's hand running up the backs of my legs which tickles and I struggle to stay silent. A sharp exhalation, nothing more, but it earns me another slap on my ass which stings and leaves an intense warmth behind. Miss Rose says nothing more and her hand returns to my legs.

I want to giggle and squirm but I struggle to hold my position and keep quiet. She slides her hand up them slowly, trying to make me misbehave again, but somehow I manage to hold on and then, finally, her hand has reached my thighs and then my ass. She spends some time stroking my buttocks, soothing the hot area where she'd spanked me, and I feel immediately my body responding to her touch; my nipples stiffen inside the bra and the heat is back between my legs and spreading rapidly as her hand continues tracing the curves of my buttocks. It feels so good that my breathing becomes slightly ragged...

SLAP! It came so hard and unexpectedly that I nearly squeak in shock! For a few seconds, Miss Rose is no longer touching me, and I realize I need to bring my breathing back under control or she'll spank me again... Worse, part of me wants her to spank me again...

As if realizing the fact for herself, Miss Rose takes hold of the back of my thong, peeling it from between my buttocks and then pulling it tightly upwards between my legs and now there can be no doubt about my arousal as I feel the thin band of the fabric dampening as it buries itself between my labia. Miss Rose manipulates me like that, pulling and releasing the thong, making it rub me and I have to bite on my lip trying to keep myself -

SLAP! Oh my God, that one stung! Too late, I realized I'd been starting to writhe myself on top of her lap!

I tried to clear my increasingly frantic mind - told myself stay quiet and keep still - but too late. The car slows down and eventually stops. Wherever they're taking me, we're here.

 

[MissKubo]

I hear the blonde getting out of the car and a few seconds later the door behind me opens.
"Kneel by the car and wait for me," Miss Rose orders and so carefully I crawl backwards over her and out of the car. It seems we're inside some sort of concrete cavern, not quite a car park although big enough for several vehicles. I kneel as instructed, the hard, cold ground painfully rough under my knees. "Eyes on the ground, arms behind you," Miss Rose instructs and again I do as I'm told, see only her boots as she steps out of the car. Her heels are just as tall as the blonde's and mine. She steps away behind me, those heels clicking, echoing off the walls and I see the blonde's shoes as she shuts the door and returns to the driver's seat.
I hear another door opening behind us and then a man's voice calling "over here".
Miss Rose says "come" and I rise to my feet and follow her as she walks towards the open door in the concrete wall where a guy clearly hiding some muscles under his black suit waits for us. We walk through the door into a corridor and I struggle to keep up with Miss Rose who is as adept at walking in the stilettos as our driver had been. There are several doors on either side, but we keep going straight, all the way to the end of the corridor and through the heavy double doors and finally we come face to face with the man who so suddenly had become my Master all those weeks ago.

Miss Rose kneels immediately at his feet but his attention is on me as I stand uncertaintly, my heart feeling heavy in the chill of my chest.
"Thank you for joining us," he says to me. As the first time I'd met him, he's wearing an immaculate tailored suit, expensive shirt and silk tie. We seem to be in some warehouse, the only light coming from eight tall rectangular boxes spread about the shape. Perspex, with lights overhead and dark spots spaced unevenly around all four sides. Master notices that my eyes were drawn to them and he smiled at me. "Yes, you're going to have another fun story for us not to tell your husband about," he teases. He looks down then at Miss Rose, her signal that she could stand.
"Help her get comfortable," he instructs her.
"Follow me," she says and leads me towards one of the boxes. I get a clearer look as we approach; maybe 7 feet high and 4 feet wide? Not quite 3 feet deep... The black spots come into focus now; four of them on each face, holding black rubber gloves like you see in science labs for handling dangerous substances, but as Miss Rose uses a key to open one of the faces it becomes clear the only substance being handled in this box will be me.
Her instruction for me to climb inside is conveyed simply with a tilt of her head and then she locks me inside.
"The rules tonight are simple," she tells me. "Keep dancing. Doesn't matter what else happens." And then she walks away. With the light above my head, I can only see her for a few feet and then it's just my reflection. The box is roomy enough for me to dance in and I can just about turn around, but there's no escaping the reach of the long rubber gloves hanging all around me.

Keep dancing? I try to peer out and figure out exactly where I am but it's dark outside the box. As I press myself to the perspex I can just make out another girl climbing into one of the other boxes, and then another. I can't see clearly enough to know for certain but it looks like we all are dressed identically.

Music starts playing; something with a fast beat, heavy bassline; electronic dance music. I guess this is my cue and, trying to ignore the discomfort of the shoes, begin very self-consciously to sway my body to the beat. Pulsating lights and lasers begin to light up the chamber beyond my box and I watch as if through flashing strobes as a crowd begins to build up. This must be some sort of club, I realize, and although I used to love coming to dance in places like these with my friends, that had been years ago!

Can I keep dancing in here, to this music, the whole night in these heels? I have strong doubts, at least not without having anything to drink...

The track seems to gradually change to another one, and then another, and another, and then people begin crowding around my box. I'm definitely being watched, judged, now... Some faces leering, others seeming to study me thoughtfully... But just watching. For now...

I try to look out towards the closest boxes to mine as I dance, can just about make out the other girls putting on their own shows. It's difficult to see but it doesn't look like anyone is using the gloves in their boxes yet either...

When the touch first comes, it makes me jump a little; the rubber seems so alien against my skin. I turn my head in that direction and see a trio of girls giggling to my right as the one in the middle strokes my side and holds my thigh.

From my left, another glove now starts stroking as far as it could reach up my back, but the girls on my left realize now that I'm watching them and the smiles have fallen slightly away to something slightly more serious. I turn my body to face them and the girl traces her hands either side of my belly before one of her friends reaches in to stroke the front of my thigh with one hand. Behind me, the hand that had been stroking my back is now pawing at my butt!

I don't dare turn around to see whoever it is, but I know the girls can see it happening to me and their own movements slow as they looked up to my face. I give them a wink and then raise my arms up as much as I can inside the box to shake for them, letting whoever was groping my ass get a real good feel. The girls laugh and back away, replaced by a group of guys that watch, but aren't trying to get a touch.

I turn to my left again so that I have more room for my arms, and the glove that had been manipulating my ass falls empty. I have a pretty good crowd all around the box now, although the boxes I could see closer to the centre of the club are even more in demand than mine. I don't mind though - the objectification is starting to make me feel warm and I'm finding my groove even though my heart rate is definitely up, and so is the temperature between my legs.

 

[MissKubo]

A steady stream of people, groups of guys, of girls, of mixed groups, come to see me. Two guys in a relationship with each simply use one of the gloves to give me a thumbs up after dancing along with me for a few minutes. I turn around every couple of tracks, constantly now feeling those gloved hands on my sides, my legs, my belly, my back... It's fun, but...

A couple of tracks play out and somebody is keeping their hand very firmly on my backside. When I turn to face them I see a brunette girl with a neck-length bob wearing a black miniskirt and a white halter neck top standing there. She looks a little awkward so I blow her a kiss and she flushes bright red, but her hand is still in the glove, now on my thigh. I take hold of her hand and guide it over the front of my panties and her mouth drops open but she stands seemingly rooted to the spot as I writhe and gyrate my hips against her touch, getting both of us hotter and hotter...

There are other hands around me, but I think everyone can sense something has shifted - they keep touching, but they know that my focus needs to remain right here...

No, there's a guy to my right... He's stroking me pretty deliberately, and the group of girls to my left are too, but after acknowledging them with a glance in either direction, I fix my attention back on the brunette who is now slipping her free hand into a different glove and cupping my obscenely bulging breast, forcing a gasp from me that I can't control...

Keep dancing, I remember, and I do just that, even when the guy who had been to my right makes his way around to the front of the box. I look to the brunette's face - she knows, but her gaze is still fixed on me. The guy now has his hand on her shoulder... She doesn't move to acknowledge him at all, but her probing hand between my legs becomes firmer and more deliberate, and now she's squeezing my breast and I'm suddenly feeling VERY hot inside the box, breathing even heavier... Keep dancing, keep dancing...

I can't do anything else but watch as the guy slowly makes his way behind her and puts his hands on the perspex either side of her. Still she doesn't move, still she gropes me deliberately, and I'm sure I can see the faintest hint of a smile on her face.

The guy's using one hand now to raise her hair from the back of her neck and kiss her, and I feel her starting to try and take hold of my panties but the rubber is so thick she can't get it under them. I pulled the fabric out of her way and the sensation of the cold rubber against my intimates makes me gasp again but I continue to writhe and she continues to probe and the guy now is pressing her against the glass as he soaks her neck with his lips and tongue. She spreads her legs for him, allowing him to press himself against her backside and she squeezes my tits firmly as he does so and we both understand the fire building up in each other...

She has to let go of my breast and use that arm to support herself against the glass as he makes her step back and bend forwards a little... She's alternating rubbing firmly and then squeezing at my vulva as he raises her skirt... She squeezes me HARD as he first thrusts himself inside her and then the movements of her hand between my legs become more erratic as the sensation of him fucking her against my box on a nightclub dancefloor take over her but our eyes remain locked as I writhe myself frantically against her hand watching her getting taken...

Could I cum in this box? I don't know! Miss Rose had told me the only rule was that I kept dancing, and I'm trying to, but really I'm just using this woman's hand now trying to get myself off... Then it falls away as she pulls her hand out so she can steady herself against the perpex with both hands and even in here, even over the music, I can hear the cry of her orgasm!

Oh my god, I'm so aroused watching them, I try to find any other hand I can use to replace hers between my legs, but all eyes are on the brunette and the guy fucking her and I can't tear my gaze away!

Eventually, she slips her hand back in and deliberately now begins rubbing my vulva, feeling what I need despite the thick rubber, both of them watching me as I watch them, rubbing me hotter, hotter, hotter...

She cries out again and he stiffens and her hand becomes still, just as I was so, so close!!! Neither of them move for a few seconds - keep dancing!!! - but no, now the guy is straightening himself up, tucking himself back in his pants, and walking quickly away.

The brunette's eyes are locked on mine as she stands, open mouthed and shellshocked, her hand rigid and still between my legs... Silently I try to plead with her to stay, but after a few more seconds, she withdraws her hand and adjusts her skirt and panties before shakily walking out of my view...

My crowd seems to disperse after that. I keep dancing but all I want to do now is touch myself and I feel my cheeks flush hot with arousal and shame. For a while, all I can see apart from the occasional flash of lightning or laser, is my own disheveled reflection.

Gradually I've got a crowd build up around me again but now it all seems to be all guys. I don't need the discomfort in my feet and legs, nor the growing exertion from constantly dancing, to know it's getting late in the night and alcohol is having an effect; they paw and grope at me with scarcely concealed lust and I dance and writhe for them feeling disgustingly slutty, humiliated and ashamed at my unbridled lust, just a sex toy in a box to be touched up and laughed at!!!

Worse, they seem to know that I want it - I want it and they aren't going to give it to me! They go all out to grab at my tits, trying to spank my ass, trying to grab at my panties and rubbing me firmly over them, but then they stop for some other guy to get his turn and it starts off from the beginning all over again, warming me up and then leaving me frustrated at the last minute!

Apparently from the snatches of conversation I can hear coming through the perspex over the music I'm the only dancer getting too into it, and when the guys can see a space open at another box, they'd leave me behind for another dancer who I can hear them saying is "fitter" than I am.

So this is me; a wanton slut in a box that's, at best, a seven out of ten.

It seems now this will be the rest of my night as endless guys and very few girls have their "turns" with my body and pass their judgements and ogle and laugh and objectify me.

I'm getting tired, everything aches and my mind is giving up on me when finally it happens.

 

[MissKubo]

They're both older and hot with it. Even the youngest of guys, and a lot of the girls, notice them and watch them a second or two too long. I try to cast my mind back wondering if they'd been watching my box earlier in the evening, but I can't be sure, but they're standing close together, watching me intently past the rows of people taking turns with the gloves. I'm trying to catch their eye but they're looking lower at my body then at each other.

One of them wears a leather jacket and a red leather, or leather look skirt. She's more slender than the woman with her who seems a little bit more... I don't want to say timid because that's entirely the wrong word, and she's every bit as gorgeous even with her significantly curvier shape that the little dress she was wearing, nude with a black lace overlay. But of the two of them, I'd have thought it would be the woman in leather that took charge.

It certainly seems to be the case when finally they get an opening - she's the first to stride over to me and slip a hand into one of the gloves to slide it down my side and over the curve of my hip, down to my thigh. Again, her friend in the dress stands close, seems to be inviting her to use both hands on me, and that's what the woman in the leather does.

Her eyes are roving down my body and then back up to meet my gaze and she holds on to my waist for a while. What I wasn't expecting was for her friend in the dress to unzip the leather jacket... Her gaze locks onto mine as her friend pulls that zip down, slowly, slowly, all the way to the bottom... Her mouth drops open and mine does too when her friend pulls the jacket open, revealing her topless underneath...

Her breasts are small, tiny really, but the nipples are round and stiffen visibly before her friend starts caressing them with her fingertips and her hands on me rest more firmly...

Her left hand leaves the glove, but she puts it into another so that she can stroke over my bulging cleavage, no doubt weighing up the difference between her breasts and mine... Her right hand is almost absent mindedly brushing up and down my thigh as her friend continues to work her nipples, pinching them now and tugging at them gently, or not so gently... Whispering something over her shoulder that makes her stiffen and squeeze tighter at my curves...

I'm dancing as suggestively as I can, indeed letting myself be led by my body and it's desire as the fire once more starts to burn hot under the flimsy strip of fabric at the front of my panties. Other hands are roving my body from behind me but I don't care; all I can watch is her friend's hands all over her tiny titties, and the only touch I care about is her hands on my bust and thigh... Once again I slip the panties out of her way and her friend laughs at me, still working away at her nipples, but she isn't deterred - her hand slides very slowly, very deliberately, to wear I so desperately need it... Almost, but not quite...

I look at her again. Her gaze is fixed to mine, watching me intently... She doesn't say anything, but it seems like she's saying "if you want it, earn it."

My heart pounds in my chest... Should I...? Still her hand squeezes at my bulging cleavage, my own nipples rock hard and pushing little bullets into the cups... I can't believe I'm doing it, but I reach up and pull the right bra cup down so that my breast can bounce out free and immediately she takes a firm hold of it, squeezing, bouncing it on her palm and then taking a firm pinch hold on my engorged nipple, so firm I moan out in a mix of pleasure and pain, and finally she slides the thick rubber finger of her right glove between my legs, parting my slick labia and no doubt leaving my juices on the glove.

The groping all around me becomes more frenzied, but still I only care about this older woman and her curvy friend. I'm not so much dancing now as grinding myself against her touch and there's a serious look of concentration on her face as she continues to work me with her hands while her friend still whispers to her, seemingly getting her hotter...

The bra hurts like this so I undo it and fling it against the perspex where it bounces back slightly and drops to my feet. I'm probably not supposed to do that, but right now I don't care about anything else. The two women both seem to approve and I get her fingers working more deliberately between my labia and over my clit now while she tugs on my nipple and twists and her friend laughs, cupping her small breasts now with both her hands.

Everyone's watching me, probably calling me slut, but I can't take my eyes off the woman in leather as my orgasm builds quickly with a vengeance from having come so close with the brunette earlier... The friend in the lace dress seems delightedly amused but there's an expression of determination in the face of the woman in leather as she rubs... Rubs... Rubs...

Oh my god - KEEP DANCING - but no, all I'm doing now is trying to fuck her fingers and she lets me as her friend watches on, nudging her leather jacket even further open with the backs of her hands as she continues groping her chest...

I feel everything; hands squeezing my ass, hers between my legs, fingers sliding into and out of me, slippery with my own lubrication, hands on my legs, her hand squeezing my naked right breast, my left bouncing freely with the movements of my body...

Topless, exposed in a perspex box, illuminated under a bright white light with at least four pairs of hands on me and countless onlookers on a nightclub dancefloor - I cum, HARD.