Time passed differently when one had no idea if it was night or day, whether it had been hours or days. All she knew was that she had been here for what seemed like an eternity. Part of her wanted to feel lucky that John was here with her too but another part of her hated that he was here with her, suffering as she was.
He sat on the couch, smoking a large thick Cuban cigar. The girl stood in front of him, naked and trembling.
“Why am I here?”
The man smiled. “Because I deemed it to be so.”
She woke up slowly, feeling fingers lightly moving down her side. She stirred slowly and then felt her hair being smoothed away from her neck and soft kisses being pressed there. J opened her eyes slowly, taking a breath then felt a hand move from her hip to move up her stomach to her breast, cupping it then pulling at her nipple, causing her to squirm a bit, her lips parting in a soft sigh.
J soon found herself very very helpless. She was in the middle of the room, her arms bound securely to a bar that ran along the back of her shoulders, her arms out straight from her in a T position. Her legs were pulled up and out to each side, the ropes under her legs, pulling them spread out to each side, exposing her pussy and ass. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail away from her face and was secured to the bar with a rope so her head could not drop forward. He wanted her every micro-expression to be seen by those that would be entering.
In the circles that he ran in, this was the party of the year. The party that everyone waited for and hoped to be invited for. If you were invited, you were someone.
After the car was valeted and the invitation checked at the door, J walked through the door of the house, seeing women on either side of the door like pillars, arms secured above their heads, small latex tops and bottoms on them, large red ball gags between red painted lips, their eyes covered by blindfolds. There were straps around their necks, around their waists and around their ankles, even though they were not going far in the pointer boots that were on their feet.
Was I on Santa’s lap? Technically yes.
Was I making a wish? Maybe?
Did he know what I wanted? Yes.
Did he know what I needed? Yes.
I cried out as his gloved hand slapped down onto my upturned bare bottom.
He was having a party and she was the centerpiece. She was humiliated and wet and the party hadn’t even started. She was currently kneeling on the coffee table, her hands bound out to each corner of the table, breasts hanging below her. Her knees were on the table, bound down and out so that her legs were spread. Then her ankles had been bound down to the legs of the table, keeping them in place. He had a belt around her neck and had her hair pulled up in a messy ponytail.
She lay on the bed, naked, her hands and ankles locked into a bar that was between her legs, keeping her ass and pussy up in the air. The side of her face was resting on the bed under her, the blindfold firmly in place over her eyes. Her ass was red from the spanking he had given her, her pussy glistening from the fucking he had given her.
She lay on a small wooden structure, her arms strapped down tightly just below her sides. There were straps across her spread thighs, her legs bent at the knees and strapped at the ankles at the base of the structure. There was another strap across her waist, and another above and below her breasts. Her head hung off the end, currently keeping her head upside down, her face partially red from the angle.
I looked at him, not sure what to say. I then took a breath and nodded slowly. “A promise is a promise.”
He smiled and held his hand out. I looked at him nervously then put my hand into his. He guided me over to a pair of shackles hanging from the ceiling then lifted my arms slowly, locking them into the shackles. I jumped slightly as I felt the padded steel lock around my wrists, locking me into place.