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The Captive, Part 4
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THE CAPTIVE -----------
By
Mistress Kay
Part IV
I was paralyzed with fear. Despite the cool breeze on my
scantily-clad body I was sweating heavily. My mind raced. Because of
the blindfold I didn't even kn ow how much daylight remained. Could
people on the street below see me? What a bout on the other
balconies? Would someone call the hotel desk (or worse yet, th e
police) to report seeing a bound and gagged man in women's clothes?
Bound and blinded, my other senses were magnified. My hearing seemed
particu larly acute. From inside the suite, I heard the muffled
sounds of music and voic es. From below came the noise of cars
passing on the streets. Somewhere there wa s faint laughter. Was it
directed at me? I again pulled at my bounds, hoping ag ainst hope
that the movement of the chair had somehow loosened them. But they he
ld as firm as before, allowing only an inch or two of movement. But
my efforts c aused the chair to roll across the smooth concrete of
the balcony. "Where on the balcony was I?" I wondered. Out of fear
and to minimize the chances of being sp otted, I sat still.
After a few minutes the suffering caused by the earrings abated
somewhat. Ye t I was acutely aware of the two throbbing points on my
chest and I sucked vigor ously on the rubber cock, trying to catch my
breath. Almost against my will, my thoughts again turned to arousal
as I did so. Maybe it was the pot or something deep within my psyche,
but I began revelling in my degradation. I began wrigglin g anew,
this time to enjoy the slick feel of the nylon on my legs. I imagined
ho w I must appear with my narrowed waist and little titties. I shook
my chest and thrilled at their jiggling. Even the pain of the
earrings now had an erotic edge to it. My bonds felt less
frightening; my utter helplessness caused a warm glow within me. My
cock, in its rubber prison, throbbed with a new intensity. With e
nthusiasm, I sucked the rubber cock in time with the pulsations in my
groin. I d rifted timelessly through the wildest of sexual fantasies;
all of which ended in the ultimate satisfaction that the rubber pants
denied me.
I have no idea how long I was lost in my thoughts. My condition had
robbed m e of all perception of the passage of time. I flinched at
the sudden sound of th e balcony door sliding open. I bolted upright
and pleaded desperately into the g ag. In my fever-pitched state of
passion I was begging more for sexual release t han from my bondage.
The chair was again dragged backwards, bumping me rudely ov er the
threshold. The door slid shut again.
In contrast, the room air felt almost uncomfortably warm. A dreadful
fear of the unknown again seeped into my soul. I had to force myself
to breathe. When I did so I was almost overwhelmed with a heady
mixture of smells. There was pot s moke and sweat and perfume. But
unmistakable under it all was the powerful aroma of sexual arousal.
It triggered something deep inside my primal brain and I moa ned
desperately for relief.
I sensed the movement of many people around me. I attempted to turn
my head to follow the sounds. Unseen hands began to untie the ropes
that bound me to the chair. When my feet were released, they fell to
the floor. Bent under the chair for so long, they had become numb. I
felt something being attached to the colla r that held my neck rigid.
Suddenly, I was jerked from the chair by the leash at my neck. I
attempted to stand but my lifeless legs buckled beneath me. With my
hands still bound behind me, I pitched forward with no way to break
my fall. At the last instant, hands on my shoulders brought me
upright. I was pushed into an kneeling position.
I knelt there in total darkness, my erect posture enforced by the
boned cors et and stiff collar. I felt fingers working at the lacing
of my rubber briefs. I was thrilled in anticipation of finally
achieving sexual release. Slowly the ti ght red shorts were peeled
from my sweaty loins. So feverish was my arousal that I thought
merely the air hitting my cock would cause me to explode. But, as Car
ol had done before, fingers grasped my organ just below the cock
head; quelling my orgasm.
I was frozen there, hanging on the brink of eruption. I pulled
frantically a t the strap holding my wrists. I pleaded anew into my
gag. Tears began to soak m y blindfold. I felt completely lost; any
shreds of self- will gone after hours o f helpless frustration. Now
utterly defeated; I slumped against my restraining g arments and
bonds.
Almost as if in a dream, the strap holding the penis gag in place was
releas ed. The rubber phallus was pulled from my mouth with a loud
popping noise. I sta rted to move and stretch my aching jaw muscles.
Before I could find my voice to speak, my head was jerked forward by
the leash. For an instant I felt an object pressed against my lips.
Then it shoved forward; filling my mouth.
The thick shape was familiar. It was round and long and rubbery. But
this ti me warm and resilient. My mind exploded in shock. It was a
REAL COCK!! In refle x, I tried to pull away. But firm hands on the
back of my head pulled me forward ngs on my breasts being removed.
They were replaced my warm hands massaging the hypersensitized
nipples. At my groin, more unseen fingers fondled my swollen bal ls.
Waves of passion crashed through me. I began to tongue and suck the
cock for all I was worth. I pictured myself: my budding tits
quivering under their cares s; my feminine waist neatly defined; my
body constrained and tied. I was a helpl ess slut, shamelessly
servicing my unseen master. And I loved it!
I worked my lips in an abandoned frenzy. The cock seemed to grow
still large r in my mouth. Its heat almost searing my tongue. Someone
below my own cock was now being pumped. But the sensation was now
deep inside me. An incredible pressu re built within my loins. My
head was forced forward. I eagerly took in more of the cock. I wanted
it all now. I felt a heavy ball sack slapping at my chin. I s lavered
and sucked with all my remaining strength as I felt a hot stream gush
do wn my throat.
At that instant, the grip on my cock head was released. A flash of
light fil led my blinded eyes. I wanted to scream as ecstacy tore
through me. My groin exp loded violently. My total existence blasted
through my cock. The limp cock slid from my lips. All the energy from
my muscles seemed to drain from my cock in an unending torrent. I
slumped to the floor.
Later, I was barely aware of being lifted. Gently, I was placed on
the bed. I lay there lifeless. My hands were freed and I was stripped
of my clothing. I f elt a soft kiss on my forehead; then, in the
distance, the sound of a closing do or. When my heart stopped
pounding and my breathing became more regular, I reach ed up and
removed my blindfold. My eyes snapped shut in response to the sudden b
rightness. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. When my vision
returned I stared for the longest time at the whiteness smeared on my
fingers....
THE END
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