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She groaned when the mobile rang...surely it had only been a couple of hours since she fell, dirty and well-used, into bed? A glance at the clock showed it had actually been 12 hours ago...
"He..hello?" Tentative, afraid and excited about this new call.
And a surprisingly smooth voice on the other end asked her if this was a convenient time. The conversation that followed made the wonderful debauchery of the night before seem even stranger...she was to go to a private club, later that evening. A strict dress code was to be observed - one that was demure and exceptionally ladylike, that spoke of class and breeding. There must be no hint of her inherent sluttishness, nobody should be able to even fantasise that underneath her clothes there was a body desperate to be taken, as roughly as desired.
She agreed to the meeting time then looked around her in panic. Her hair was matted with mingled fluids from the night before, both of her orifices aching and bruised...how to become this vision of virtue within the two hours she now had left to prepare herself? Rummaging frantically through her underwear drawer, she chose a full, but transparent and lacy pair of panties, a matching bra, sheer stockings and suspenders. A pale blue linen dress, Audrey Hepburn style, cashmere cardigan...hmmm, patent leather heels, might just be able to pull this off...
Laughing slightly hysterically, she let the shower do its best to wash off the night before, resisting the urge to stroke her clit as she remembered flashes of their four hands touching, stroking, opening, probing...Thorough wash, clean shaven, she went through the motions of creating her artifice for that night...straightened, sleek hair; careful, discrete make-up; expensive perfume. Then hearing her heart beat in time to the click clack of her heels as she walked out onto the street to find a cab.
Exactly on time, she walked through the imposing double doors and stood, vaguely vulnerable if anyone looked hard enough. Then, there he was, hand gently on her elbow, guiding her to the Dining Room. He had not spoken a word, and still didn't, just sat there opposite her, in this room full of crisp linen, sparkling crystal, gleaming silver, looking at her...admiringly? As always when uncomfortable, she began babbling, about everything and anything...until he leaned over and spoke to her directly for the first time, pushing both her hands flat onto the table with both of his as he did.
"Yes, talk now...get it out of your system. Wave your hands about and flutter and glow. Because once we are upstairs and I lock the door behind us, you will not be talking, or indeed moving for a very, very long time."
Then he smiled casually, leaned back and asked her as if it were the most natural question in the world, "Which one of your senses would you like to retain tonight? I will allow you just one...I'll permit you that, as I appreciate the efforts you have made to disguise what you truly are just for this dinner..."
She swallowed, hard, and tried frantically to judge which she should choose...It may be better not to see what he was going to do to her? He was so urbane, so well-groomed, and yet she could almost smell the danger within him. But what if she could hear something without seeing and that made the fear that was already mounting in her even worse? If she could not use her mouth, nobody would hear her scream...loss of movement meant utter helplessness...Smell? Surely that was of no use in a situation like this.
She giggled stupidly at the irony of, as per usual, being very definite about what she didn't want...But what did she want? "Choose", he commanded. "Choose now and then we can enjoy our dinner." She shut her eyes, trying not to focus on the fact that his hands were now circling her wrists and tightening, almost painful...His knee underneath the tablecloth forcing her legs apart and his eyes, staring, pushing...That decided her, she could not cope with the way he seemed to see right into her, tearing apart her secrets, her lies. "I choose hearing, I want to be able to hear."
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Crying softly, she lay spreadeagled in the darkness...a tight hood covered her face, moulded to her cheekbones...she could not move at all, fastened by her wrists, ankles, waist and neck. He had allowed a small slit for breathing, but there was no light. And although she could hear, there was no sound. This is what had finally broken her, the fact that she no longer knew how long she had been lying there...still fully clothed, just her shoes taken off. But there was no noise...where was he? What was he doing? Amusement, then frustration, escalating into anger had now been replaced with absolute fear...
Written by LC
| 25 Jul 09, 8:06 AM Scribbles UK(RH), 4 yrs |
Mmmmmm. I especially liked "let the shower do its best". |
