Author: More_Bluebird_4361

The room was dimly lit, the exposed bulb flickering. She didn’t remember getting here, just the faint recollection of a party at a friend’s house. As she peers into the darkness she sees a small bench, covered in leather. There’s 2 rings fastened to each leg, one high up mext to the seat, one a few inches from the dark oak floor. A set of larger rings adorn the sides. She runs her hand across the padded seat, her fingernails dragging across the hide. Across from the bench she sees a king sized canopy bed, the dark oak pillars have 3 large D rings affixed to them , the forged links glimmer in the low light.a large cedar chest sits prominently at the foot of the bed. A large, antique brass lock keeps her from its contents.
Looking further around the room, she sees an oak wardrobe, a sink, toilet and shower in the corner, while at the opposite wall, a large wooden X stands ominously. It too has forged rings adorning it, as well as a chain wrapped around the center, matching leather pads run the length of the X.
She makes her way to the heavy oak door and attempts to open it, but it’s stays still, as if it was still the mighty tree it used to be. She rams her shoulder into the door, only to bruise herself and her ego. She looks down next to the door and spies a table. On top of a silver platter sits an assortment of fruit and a bottle of juice. A black bag from a high end lingerie store, and a note……
“Eat and drink up. I’ll be back soon. Your uniform is in the bag. Put it on and wait for me on the bench. Your training will start tonight, pet.”
Signed, “Sir”
She gasps, her mind starting to remember more from the party. But it’s still fuzzy…..
She remembers a man with long brown hair and muscular forearms talking to her about what she wants from a lover. She doesn’t know why she was answering such a private question to a complete stranger, but she chalked it up to the alcohol. She remembered getting up to call a cab to take her home, and the dark haired man saying he’d take her where she needed to be. In her haze, she agreed and they walked out into the street to his car….
And now she’s in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by leather padded furniture…..waiting on “Sir’, whoever that is.
Approaching the table again, she selects a peach and the glass of juice, and takes the bag over to the bed. She takes a bite, the sweet nectar running down her chin. She takes a drink of the juice tentatively, finding tastes of mango, papaya, and kiwi. She drains the glass, feeling the sweet flavor dance down her throat. Once she’s done, she opens the bag. Inside she finds a black lace half mask, a sheer black bra and panty set, matching garter belt, sheer silk thigh high stockings, and a pair of Louboutin kitten heel shoes. She checks the labels, shocked to find that they are her exact size. She wonders how “Sir” knew her measurements so intimately. As she picks up the stockings, she feels herself getting aroused, the silk sliding in her hand like clouds across the sky.
There’s an audible ‘click”. She spins around to face the door, but it remains firmly shut. An unfamiliar voice, low and rumbling, starts talking from a hidden speaker
“Your training will begin soon, pet. I’d start getting prepared. Have another peach, and put on your uniform. You have 20 minutes .”
*click*
“Ohmygod, how’d he know about the peach? There must be a camera somewhere….”
“Hello…..hello Sir…..are you there?” She starts looking around the room again, not seeing anything that could be hiding a camera. Her hand run down each wall, only finding more forged rings along the wooden panels.
She goes back to the bed, looking over what “Sir” called her ‘uniform’…uniform….
Somewhere in the back of her mind, a voice calls to her…..”These clothes are sooo sexy, and the mask adds mystery. I wonder what he meant by training?”
She starts to feel flushed, feeling the silky underwear, thinking about what she has gotten into. Her clit starts to throb as her pussy gets wet thinking about what’s to come.”We’re gonna cum that’s what’s going to happen, hee hee…” the voice in her head giggling. “Better start getting ready, he’s going to be here soon,’ her inner voice coos….
She takes off her shoes, followed by the rest of her party attire, and sits down on the side of the bed. It’s soft and luxurious, the sheets of black satin sliding under her bare ass. She get the stockings and slips them up her shapely calves and across her toned thighs. The top band is a black lace that she’s seen before. Looking at the mask, it becomes clear that they are part of the set, even the garter belt, bra and panties have the same lace pattern. “These must have cost a fortune,” she thinks as she pulls up the garter belt, affixing both straps to the tops of each stocking. She picks up the panties and notices that they are a French cut bottom and have a green silk ribbon laced in the front. She starees at the ribbon, realizing it’s the same color of her eyes….
“Wow…..such detail…. wait a minute. These are crotchless!!”
She sees the silk ribbon is tied to small loops, keeping it from opening. It makes her wonder who this “Sir” is, and what he means by training.
She then slides on the bra, noting the same green silk ribbon holding the cups together. She adjusted the straps, feeling the silky material caress her breasts. Stepping into the heels, she starts feeling confident. She wanders across the room to the bathroom area, her hips swaying as she walks. She steps in front of the full length mirror, and she is stunned by her reflection. Her hands travel down her breasts, across her belly, and down her thighs, her touch sending erotic chills down her spine. Twirling around, she sees how the lace contrasts on the alabaster skin of her ass. Reaching back, she can’t help give her asscheek a slap. The sound echoes around the room,as she stares in the mirror at the red handprint on her smooth white skin. Her nipples start getting hard, pushing against the silken material. She starts feeling hot, her clit throbbing for touch. “Why am I feeling so horny,” she thinks to herself. “Is it how my uniform looks on me, is it that I’ve not had sex in months, and I’m just projecting? What is the training going to be?”
*click*
“Five minutes to go, pet,” the low rumbling voice says, reverberating around the room. She swears that she can feel him talking through her, the vibrations caressing her swollen nipples and clit..
“Be on the bench in full uniform, pet. Training will begin soon.” *click*
“Five minutes!” She walks back to the bed, grabbing the mask. Sliding it down her face, she feels the silk padding on the inner side caressing her face. Turning toward the bench, she sits facing the door,,her body tingling with anticipation. Her hand drifts to the bench side, feeling the hammered texture of the ring fastened to the side. The metal is cold and rough, a testament to the blacksmith’s art. Releasing the ring, it falls back against the bench, ringing out like a bell in the room.
She places her hands in her lap. A wicked grin spreads across her face as she slowly starts teasing her clit trapped by the silk. She moans softly, as her pussy lips swell by her actions. “Time moves slowly when you wait,” she says to herself as she rubs her clit through the panties. Read more »