The party was really just getting started. Crowds of people had
been steadily streaming through the door the past two hours,
everybody clad in the most outrageous fetish wear imaginable. The
few exceptions were the closet fetishists, out for their first
evening off the chat groups and realizing there is more to the scene
than e-mail. I was pleased at the turnout. As one of the organizers
I had hoped that people would come check it out, and I wasn't
trampling disappointed. Now, I was
manning the fantasy booth. For fifty dollars you could fill out a
fantasy to take place during the party, ranging from foot worship to
torture. Most of the forms filled out were rather tame and I was
beginning to be disappointed. A sad excuse for a transvestite
timidly turned in a form and I glanced at it out of curiosity as I
took his/her money. She was pretty desperate, or just really kinky.
The form covered all the ranges and this girl had checked almost
everything. She had asked for an abduction/torture fantasy with very
few limits placed on the abductors. Almost all the boxes were
checked, including severe whipping, breast torture, piercing and
gang rape. The only comment at the bottom was "no permanent injury,"
a smart exception but also open to interpretation. I noted the area
reserved for abductees response. She wanted to struggle, resist and,
regardless of her reaction, the scene should continue for as long as
the captors decided. I watched her stumble to the couch in the
corner and slump down to it. She was in no shape to enjoy an
abduction, much less even feel it. I slipped the card aside,
determined to return her money later claiming lack of interest.
 Suddenly she dropped to a knee before him. He laid his hands on
her bare shoulders, lifting each foot as she deftly drew off his
shoes and socks. Then she took his outstretched hand, rising to her
feet gracefully. Her hands traveled over his bare chest, stroking
and kneading, then reaching around to cup and squeeze the firmness
of his butt. Then with a sensual smile, she hooked her fingers in
the belt loops of his slacks and pushed down slowly, the material
sliding off easily to pool around his feet.
One final mission. Garett held his breath as her deft fingers
slipped under the waistband of his briefs and ever so slowly, peeled
them off him. His erect penis leapt free of its confinement,
pointing at her proudly. She took a long look at him then. Her first
lover.
 “That is good slut, no panties, just like the slut you really
are. Now take off your shoes, I did not tell you to put them on. You
will go barefooted. You had better use your garage, and when you
return, you will pull into mine,” he said as he handed her his spare
garage door opener.
He motioned to the couch, “sit down.”
Frank sat next to her and said, “give me your left hand.” He took
her extended hand and laid it on his knee. He held up a small tube,
and asked, “do you know what this is?”
Beth looked at the tube he was holding and replied, “yes it is a
tube of Super Glue.”
She watched as he placed a tiny drop on the inside of her little
finger on her left hand. “close your fingers together,” he
instructed. foot sex She did and felt a
light tingle between her little finger and the adjoining finger.
“Super Glue does very nicely on skin. It is a good tight bond. If
you can get your fingers apart by the time you return without
tearing the skin, I will fuck your cunt. If they are still glued
together or if you have torn your skin
getting them apart, I am going to fuck your sore ass hole. Is that
clear?” Beth nodded that it was as she tried unsuccessfully to
separate her two fingers.
Frank looked at his watch, and said, “be back here in one and a half
hours with your face painted up like the slut you are. Now go before
I decide to fuck you in the ass right now.”
Without saying a word, Beth walked barefooted to her car and drove
the block to her house. She parked in her driveway as usual and went
inside. She did not stop until she had poured herself a large glass
of wine. She glanced at her watch and noted she had an hour and 15
minutes before she had to return to Dr. Benson’s house. |
