another night out for dawn - Sex Stories

another night out for dawn

... the doorway, on again, and soon leering man much to my relief drops off at some cottages. Relieved I watch for my stop, but there are road-work`s we pause waiting for the lights, don’t they know of my deadline, seems forever time ticking towards the 8.15 mark on the clock on the bus bulkhead. Knowing there`s a 5 minute walk yet, what seems like an age passes and the clock quickly says 8.20, we are through, no street lights now, hard to see the lane end. To my bell request, the doors open, and I am out in the cold dark countryside, the doors rattle shut and the bus roars away the diesel exhaust hanging in the frosty air. No time to waste, heels better acclimatised to a ballroom or bar than a rough lane, clicking in the still air of the countryside, the cold attacking my body yet again, nipples tender rubbing on the stiff lining of the coat, pussy feeling the cold worse than a nose on a cold morning. God I`m cold, at least it`s not snowing, country smells and sounds, gravel drive crunching under the shoes now, near to a run I approach my masters house, no idea of the time. Ring the bell, wait shivering teeth like castinettes. The door opens and he lets me in I stand before the clock in the hall, we both peer in its direction as he raises his eyebrows the hand clicks to 8.30, just made it. He turns to me and I thank the lord above for the central heating as I give him my bus tickets, proving I did the journey by public transport and not in a warm taxi, a fleeting smile crosses ...

... his face as I remove my coat and turn away as he fitted hand-cuffs to my right wrist, he pulls my arms behind me clipping the loose cuff to free wrist my arms now secure, I feel safe but oh so vulnerable. He kneels for the fitting of leather cuffs round my cold ankles, not a word has been spoken so far he has followed our normal arriving procedure. His crooked finger calls me unusually to the kitchen, and he motions me to stand close to the table-side. I dare not look down, as he secures each of my ankles to the table legs, I know not how but it took no time, so he must have hooks or something ready my cold legs now spread wide, I feel more vulnerable than ever. He leans me forward reaching for a previously secured rope from the far right leg passing it through my collar ‘D’ ring. He fastens the free end to the left leg of the table in a vee. My cold nipples flatten hard against the cold table top as he finally tightens the rope and knots it off. I lay, my hands uselessly secured behind me, the table edge against my lap, my head unable to move chin and breasts on the surface and my body still cold. Vulnerable is not the word, I trust my master, but like this I am totally his, the rest of the world sinks into the distance as my master moves around the room, my world is concentrated here secured, my senses screaming, I need a climax, his climax do whatever you wish to me I am yours, silly thought really as there is nothing whatever I could do to stop him doing whatever he has ...