This is a work of fiction for mature audiences only. Any similarities between persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
It is almost dark in here. A small gap under the door allows the only light to filter in from the hallway. I am naked apart from a thin leather choker about my neck and leather restraints around my wrists. Bent over at the waist, my arms are pulled up behind me and attached to a chain running from the ceiling. This has been winched up slightly, keeping my torso folded at right angles to the floor.
It has been almost an hour since You left me to ponder, locking the door behind You, and I eagerly await Your return and what is to come. I do not have to wait much longer, as I soon hear your footsteps coming along the passageway outside the door. The lock clicks and in You stride in all Your glory, resplendent in Your beloved black basque and 5- inch high stilettos, slamming the door behind You. As You approach, I strain my neck to see You more clearly, only to be met with a stinging slap to my cheek as punishment for my insubordination. I immediately drop my eyes to the floor as You regard me in stony silence. I hear You walking round me, appraising me. I feel Your hand softly touch the backs of my thighs.
I begin to melt at Your touch, squirming slightly in my bonds, trying to urge Your hand upwards. Noticing this, You freeze immediately before whipping Your hand away to bring it slicing back down onto my prone flesh. Gasping slightly from the shock, I press myself to stay still as Your hand resumes its gentle caress over my body. I am soon unable to contain myself any more, and small moans have started to escape me. Gauging that I am now nicely warmed up, You slip Your hand between my thighs and check the wetness there. As You withdraw Your hand, I instinctively draw my legs together and am rewarded with another slap across the tops of my thighs.
You retreat to the other side of the room and rummage about in Your toy-box, returning shortly with god-only knows what. Lifting my left leg, You slowly slide what feels like a strap up over my foot, before returning it to the floor and doing the same with my right leg. You ease these up my legs until they rest atop my buttocks. A thick band is threaded through the leg straps and placed around my waist, where it is buckled tight. I am still unsure as to what exactly You have in mind, but realise all too soon as You insert a vibrator into my now dripping pussy. It is only as You pull the leg straps tight and fasten them off that I comprehend that You have put me in a chastity belt. I welcome the intrusion between my legs and try to bring them together, but You are too fast for me and have already attached a spreader bar between my ankles to prevent me from doing just that.
The full weight of my predicament hits me as You walk round in front of me and wave a small black box before my face. Pushing a button on the box, You start the vibrator humming inside me and give me an evil grin before seating Yourself in a chair opposite me. You point at my face and then at Yours, indicating that I am to look You in the eyes throughout. You utter three words, "Do not come." Words that make me cringe inside, but only excite me even more. And with that, You turn the remote higher, and settle down to enjoy the display.