0 comments/ 34648 views/ 1 favorites A Short Demonstration By: Chicklet “Hello?” “Hi.” “Todd?” “Hi. Surprised?” It was an understatement. My heart had leapt into my throat at the first sound of his voice. Years had passed since we had last spoken, our ways parting gently and without anger. But something in his voice still made my heart pound, my blood pump, an instant arousal spread through me like a flood. “Todd…” I couldn’t think of anything to say. For the first time in my life I was without words, images of my ex-boyfriend, my former master, flashing before my eyes. “Kate, it’s good to hear your voice again.” “How’ve you been?” I asked stupidly. My eyes found my reflection in the hallway mirror, my brown eyes wide with surprise, my large lips parted as words I’d longed to speak for years, pleas for him to come back into my life, drifted on the edge of my tongue. “I’ve been good. How about you?” He sounded so damned cheery, so happy, and so casual. Was his heart leaping as mine was? Did he feel the same longing in his loins at the sound of my voice as I felt at his? I doubted it, but I couldn’t help hope. “I’ve been okay.” Silence. Waiting for him to make the next move. Nothing in my mind could pinpoint even a hint at what he would want from me. Years ago we had been special, but it had seemed to die. Or, rather, his interest in me had. Reluctantly I had let him go, promises of friendship and keeping in touch which didn’t last more than a couple of months. “Kate…would you like to come out to dinner?” A date? My brain sparked in questions, my senses questioning his motives. Before I met him I would have accepted no question, but now I hesitated. Too much hurt. Too many broken promises. Not from Todd, but from others. I didn’t want to get dragged back in too quickly. “What do you want from me?” I breathed, my heart not relaxing for a moment. A heavy sigh on the other end of the phone. “I’m getting married,” he said. My heart sank. My boiling blood, pumping so quickly through my veins, seemed to instantly freeze in my body making my flesh hard as stone. “Married?” “Yeah, Katie. I’m getting hitched. Tying the knot. Locking myself to a ball and chain ‘till death us do part. I want you to meet her.” Another quick glance at the reflection in the mirror. Broken dreams written all over my smooth face, brow furrowed in confusion and hurt. “Will you come?” he asked. “She wants to meet about the girl who stole my heart.” Silence, too stupid to speak. Emotions ran rampant through my mind. What could I say? “Congratulations. What’s her name?” “Her name is Rachel. Say you’ll meet us. Tonight, seven, Charlie’s Grill? I have reservations for three.” Anger rose in my body, but I pushed it down. There wasn’t a fourth to worry about, so why did I bother? “Okay.” “Thank you, Katie. We’ll see you then, okay?” I nodded and heard him say goodbye. Numbly I hung up the phone and went to get dressed for dinner. $$$ He always stood out in a crowd. Even from across the busy restaurant I saw him in his booth, a petite woman much older than myself, closer to his age, cuddled close to him in the seat. She was thin, willowy almost, with pale blond hair resting at her shoulders. Her eyes seemed overly large, engulfing her face, and despite her obvious middle age she seemed young. Pretty, but not as pretty as I’d expected. Somehow, something inside me was relieved that he was with someone I wouldn’t consider my equal. That was stupid, though, and selfish, and I tried to squash the smug feeling before it reached my face. Todd saw me and raised his hand, and I made my way through the maze of tables as he scooted off of his bench. His arms were akimbo and I allowed his embrace, his hot lips against my neck as he kissed me eagerly. My body tensed at such a display in front of his wife-to-be, but when he held me at arms length and smiled with such pleasure I couldn’t help but relax. “You look great, Katie!” he exclaimed, looking my body up and down. I was fitter than I had been with him, fat turned to muscle through years of working out, struggles to eat right and exercise. I was still not a skinny, tiny thing like the woman still sitting on the seat, but I felt better about myself. “It’s been a long time,” I sighed, looking at his face. He hadn’t changed a bit. Raven black hair, not speckled with gray yet even though some men in their forties had started to turn, his dark eyes, his square chin and jaw…it was the face I’d seen when I closed my eyes, the eyes I’d dreamt of in my sleep, the lips that even now I longed to kiss. My love and lust for Todd hadn’t died, but he had rejected me. Todd moved aside, exposing me to the eyes of his fiancé. “Rachel, this is my friend Kate. Katie, this is the love of my life, Rachel.” My heart sank with each word he spoke, but I forced a smile. “How do you do?” she said politely, smiling timidly and offering me her hand. I took it and shook it lightly. “Very well, thank you.” I couldn’t put warmth into my face, and I could feel Todd frowning behind me. His emotions had always been tangible to me, and I was frustrated that I couldn’t take him and kiss him the way I longed to. “Sit down,” Todd offered, and I took a seat across the table from the two. He slipped easily in beside Rachel and put his arm across her shoulders, hugging her close. The seat next to me seemed lonesome and empty, the wide wooden table between us like a vast cavern separating me from the rest of the human race. “Katie, I have to admit that I had reasons to invite you here.” Rachel’s face blushed, her pale cheeks turning bright red almost instantly. Her large eyes wouldn’t meet mine, but seemed fixed on the wood between us. Obviously she was in on Todd’s plan, but was ashamed. I looked at Todd, waiting for him to continue. Emotions were as thick as butter, the air so tense around us that I felt I would snap in half if he didn’t speak soon. Silence, though, testing me to the limit. He was watching my eyes, watching the frustration, the fear, the excitement, and the possibilities of what he had to say play through my mind. Finally, he spoke again. “I was looking through some old photos, Katie. Found some I can barely even remember taking. Pictures of you.” My brain swirled as the pictures came instantly into my mind. Pictures of me bound, gagged, all manors of kinky pictures that Todd had taken to humiliate me at the time, and arouse me in the future. He’d promised to destroy them. Unable to keep from blushing, I felt my cheeks turn hot and red. Across the table, Rachel’s face was as flushed as mine felt, and guiltily I looked down at the table. What she must think of me, to have done those things with her future husband. “You know what I’m talking about?” Todd asked softly, and I nodded curtly. “I hope you aren’t offended…I showed them to Rachel…sort of jokingly…” Embarrassment was replaced with anger. Was I a joke to him, then? Was my willing submission to his twisted fantasies and my own perversions a source of amusement for him and his wife-to-be? I flashed angry eyes at him, and then stared back at the table. The waiter chose that moment to deliver our food, but I couldn’t even look at it, my stomach was so ill. “Please don’t be mad, Kate,” Todd pleaded. The betrayer. The one I had feelings for. The man I could see myself with for eternity. He pleaded with his voice, with his eyes, and then he bent across the table to squeeze my shoulder. My whole body relaxed, melting at his touch, and even as hints of arousal churned in my stomach I remained angry. A flustered, festering body of emotion and confusion. “You said you’d destroy them,” I accused. “I was going to, Katie. But I didn’t. I don’t know why. I guess I wanted something to remember you by.” “Well, what do you want with me now?” “I showed your pictures to Rachel because I wanted to try those things with her. She’s never tried D/s, never been bound or experienced any kink. She’s been pretty straight, frankly, and she wanted to know what it would be like to try something new.” I saw Rachel’s arm move, and imagined that she was squeezing Todd’s leg. Receiving comfort from his mate, Todd went on. “She’s scared, and I haven’t been a Dom since we split up. I’m out of practice. We…we were wondering if you would join us in an experiment.” My jaw dropped open. I looked from Rachel’s blushing face to Todd’s flustered one. They were asking me to join them in the bedroom. I couldn’t believe my ears. “An experiment?” I whispered. “You want to experiment with me?” “Please,” Rachel said softly. “I want to see it. Those pictures of you…they did something I can’t explain. They made me feel…funny inside. I can’t even tell if it was a turn on, just that it was different. I asked Todd to call you, to ask if you’d join us. You don’t have to say yes or no right now, you can think about it. Why don’t we finish dinner before we discuss any more?” I nodded, still shocked, and watched as the two of them nervously lifted their forks. They were trying to go on as if nothing had been said, and doing a pretty lousy job of it, but I knew I wouldn’t be the first to bring the subject up again. I cut a bite of my chicken and studied their nervous faces, the way their eyes drifted back and forth to one another, his gaze on her hand, her eyes on his lips, then back to their plates quickly. So this was what it was like to be a couple, a pair, in love. While I chewed, visions of my past relationships flashed before my eyes. It had been so long since a man had dominated me, taken control over my body. My panties were moistening just at the thought of it. No doubt that Todd would use me well, as he had in the past. And in front of another woman…the idea made me shiver inside. It was exciting, all right, but it also set off warnings in my head. Threesomes never worked out, not for anyone. Maybe I’d break them up, but I’d still never get Todd for myself. Selfishness reared its head, a snickering voice inside me saying that anything was worth even only one more night with Todd. When dessert came, I took a spoonful of ice cream and looked into Todd’s eyes. “Have you been thinking about it?” he asked, quietly. I nodded. “And?” “Tell me about this experiment,” I said. Todd’s chest heaved as he took a deep breath, his face relaxing and tensing all at once. He was forcing himself to remain steady, to be the rock of the conversation, and I loved him for it. I loved his confidence, even when he was obviously nervous. Three years ago he wouldn’t have hesitated before asking me to do him a favor. Maybe even two years. But now we were practically strangers, and he’d never felt right asking strangers for anything. “In a nutshell, I’d like you to come home with us and let me tie you up.” My heart jumped and stopped and leapt and did all of the things it tends to do when I get excited. Bondage wasn’t D/s, not the way I wanted it, but it was exciting and the thought of being naked and bound at Todd’s feet excited me in a way I hadn’t felt in years. The flood of arousal was almost audible, and I could feel the moisture between my legs like a hot puddle of lava, burning my crotch. I shifted in my seat and cleared my throat. “Okay.” Todd’s face looked surprised for a brief moment, but he calmed himself down beautifully. Rachel didn’t hide her excitement, though, perhaps was unable to. A grin fit for the Cheshire cat spread across her face, and she turned her eyes from her man to me, the large orbs happy and excited. “There are some rules we had discussed,” Todd said. Rachel’s face left me to look at him again. Hunger was in her eyes, and I frowned at seeing it. As much as the idea of going to Todd’s home and being bound by him for any reason excited me, having another woman there, one who belonged to him, who he belonged to, didn’t sit well in my mind. “We don’t want anything to happen that might jeopardize our relationship, Katie. Rachel’s and mine.” As if I needed the clarification. “The two of us, Rachel and I, we would keep our clothes on during the entire scene. You would be naked, though. It’s important to Rachel to see you bound nude.” I nodded. As unfair as it seemed, it was a form of humiliation I had fantasized about. Being bound, naked, in front of one or more clothed people who would have total control over me. I swallowed deeply and looked Todd in the eye, trying to convey my acceptance of this rule. “Also, we would not involve ourselves sexually with you. I’m not going to screw you, and I won’t expect you to blow me, or any of the things we used to do when you were bound.” Again, I nodded. This was no surprise, frankly. I hadn’t expected him to treat me as he had before. We weren’t together, as hard as that was. We weren’t sexually involved anymore. Even though the thought of his naked body sent shivers down my spine, I looked into his eyes and once again tried to show him my acceptance. “That’s about it. When we get home we’d go over what kinds of things would be done in the scene, so nothing will be a huge surprise. Does all of this sound okay to you?” Rachel sucked in a breath and looked at me, holding it in, the excitement bubbling up inside her. I nodded a final time, and she relaxed, her grin spreading once again. “Oh, Kate, I’m so excited!” she breathed. “When are you available?” She turned to Todd, holding his arm in her small hand. Grasping it, really. “I’m available most any time.” “What about tonight?” The couple across the table from me watched me eagerly, their large eyes seeming to consume my body. The hunger between my legs was consuming me, and my breaths were coming in sharp, intense waves. “Okay,” I agreed, and Rachel smiled again. Todd paid the bill and we got into our separate cars. I followed their Neon through the city to their home, excitement flooding my mind. No sexual involvement, though…would I be able to handle that? Would I be able to handle any of this? My mind fought with itself, one part begging me to turn around and flee towards my lonely apartment, another part telling me that this is what I wanted, this is what I needed. But no sexual involvement…would I be able to handle that? We had arrived, and Todd and Rachel were waiting on their porch for me to come inside with them. The chilly air cooled my hot body as I walked briskly up the steps, and when Todd opened the door I followed him in to the cozy house. “Let’s talk in the living room,” Todd suggested, motioning. The three of us sat down, the two of them on the couch, me in a chair half facing them. Todd had a small smile on his face, one I couldn’t interpret. Was he happy I was there? Was he excited about what was to come? I wasn’t sure. “What we want involved,” he started, “Is a little bit of bondage. I want to tie you up in a few different positions, naked. We’d use leather cuffs and tie them together, to prevent chafing. Some positions I was thinking about are spread-eagled, hogtie position, and maybe a few others if we have time. You’ve experienced them all, and I think you can handle it.” I nodded. “I want to use a blindfold, and a gag. Nipple clamps, a collar and lead…I can’t think of anything else right now.” My eyes were on Rachel’s hand, still grasping at Todd’s leg. She was squeezing him softly with each word he said, her excitement giving him the strength to continue. ”Does that sound okay?” he asked. “It sounds wonderful. How long do you want me to stay?” He looked at his fiancé. They seemed to exchange thoughts telepathically, their eyes boring into each other’s. My heart ached at the easy communication between them. I wanted Todd to look at me that way, but it would never happen. “You can stay the night,” Todd said. “When we’re done, and I don’t know exactly how long it will take, you’re welcome to the guest bed.” “Okay.” “So, if you’re ready…” I stood up, my legs feeling like rubber underneath me. If we didn’t get started soon I feared that I would run away. I wanted an evening with Todd, even if another woman was there. An evening as his slave, his eager property, his lover. Perhaps two out of three wasn’t so bad. In the bedroom my brain felt numb. I hardly knew what I was doing as I stripped off my clothes, Todd looking through me rather than at my exposed body, Rachel looking at the wall instead of at my figure. I imagined that she was excited to see me, but wouldn’t really look until I was helpless. My shaky legs held me somewhat steady as I watched Todd’s face intensely, waiting for him to say anything, to do anything. “Rachel, will you grab the bag out of the closet?” he asked softly. Rachel nodded, and still avoiding my body went to the closet and pulled out a large duffle bag. I recognized it, the bag of toys something that caused even more arousal to flood through my body. The fact that my obvious excitement would be exposed to the couple in minutes scared me in a way I relished, the idea of my open legs glistening in the artificial light as the two others looked upon me sent more shivers down my spine. Arm modestly draped over my body to slightly cover my nudity while it was permitted, my erect nipples half hidden from the two who had yet to look at me, I waited for them to undo the zipper and get on with it. Kneeling down next to the bag on the floor, Todd’s long fingers took the zipper and slowly undid the duffle bag. The sound seemed to fill the quiet room, overwhelming me and making my breaths come even faster. Emotions flooded my body, excitement, fear, pleasure, anticipation. He pulled out the leather cuffs and set them on the ground, digging through the bag for the tiny gold locks we had purchased together. Everything in that bag reminded me of our relationship, the years we’d shared together, the nights, the excitement, the love he no longer felt for me. Rope, the soft black blindfold, the ugly pink ball-gag that I loathed and loved in one breath. Piles of objects kept coming from inside the bag, our past spread out on the floor in front of me. Finally he stood up, two cuffs in his hand. “Turn around,” he said quietly. The commanding tone I remembered was in his voice, and slowly I turned, exposing my back to him. “Arms please,” he said. I put them behind my back, and shivered again when he took my wrist in his fingers. The cuffs were cool around my flesh, tight as he slipped the silver loop through the hole in the leather. They encased me and made me feel helpless already, even though I still had time to back away, to pull my hands out of his grasp, to take my clothes and cover my nudity. Then a click and the release of his hand, the light weight of the lock though the metal loop pulling my wrist gently, and the leather wrapping around the other arm. A second lock and I was in the cuffs, unable to free myself from them, captive until Todd released me. “Sit down please,” his soft voice said again, and I sat my bare backside on the edge of their bed, the bed that they shared every night and would for all of their married life. Even as evidence of my arousal seeped onto their sheets, I thought of them together. The two of them, together, Todd locking me out for all of eternity. He took my ankle in his warm hand and wrapped the third cuff around it, locking it in place snugly around my limb. Then the fourth cuff, and I was his. The click of the last lock almost made me swoon. Soon I would be bound and helpless in his possession once again, for however short a time. “Up,” he said, and I rose from the bed. “Turn around.” I complied. He took the rings in the cuffs and pulled my wrists together, holding them there for a moment before fastening them together. When he let them fall back I pulled on them gently, testing the strength that held me. It was intoxicating, the feel of their unrelenting strength. I felt helpless. Lifting my head and eyes I looked at Todd, trying to analyze the look in his eyes. Arousal was there, for sure, and when my eyes drifted downwards I could detect a bulge in his pants. I looked back at his face, at his lips, longing for him to kiss me. Rachel’s voice startled me. A Short Demonstration “Can we hogtie her first?” she asked eagerly. My nerves tensed at her invasion, her intrusion into my fantasy. The reminder that she watched me, that she had control over the man in control of me, jolted me into a field of silly anger. My face flushed, and I looked down at the floor again, not trusting myself to say anything. “Sure,” Todd said. “Please get on your knees, Katie.” I knelt at his feet, my eyes on his shoes. He hadn’t taken off a single piece of clothing save his coat, but that was part of the agreement. I longed for him to be more relaxed, though, to take off his shoes, hi socks, his shirt. Leave the pants, sure, but expose some flesh, any flesh, for me to kiss, to worship. I longed to touch his skin with my lips, to show him my devotion. But it was not to be. He knelt down behind me, pushing my ankles together, and I heard him bind them as I felt the unyielding bonds keeping them in place. He took my wrists in his hand and pulled them down until my back was arched, my fingers able to touch my feet. Todd tied the rope between my wrists to the rope between my ankles and stood up, leaving me panting on the floor. The position was uncomfortable, but exciting. My arched back made my chest stick out, my painfully erect nipples quivering on the tips of round breasts. All of my flesh seemed to tingle, especially the moist skin between my legs, captured between my closed thighs. My head was back and I was looking up at them, Rachel stepping from her place and finally looking at me, as if I was easier to look at bound. She seemed to feel more comfortable with me on the floor, as if I was no longer a threat. “The collar?” she asked quietly, and Todd nodded. Then he wrapped the leather collar that had once belonged to me around my neck, buckling it snug against my skin, the ring in the front dangling against my collarbone. “The gag?” she asked, her voice sounding eager, and I saw Todd nod again. Opening my mouth, I allowed the soft ball to pass through my lips, and delighted in the feel as he locked it behind my neck. As he fastened it, Rachel’s eyes seemed to grow larger, staying intently on me as I moved my mouth around the invader. “The blindfold?” she asked, excitement obvious in her voice now. Something else seemed to quiver in her words…arousal? Perhaps. The soft black fabric slipped over my face and I lost my vision, delving into a world of darkness. I felt awkward on the floor, bound helpless, waiting for one of them to make the next move. It didn’t take long; I felt a soft fingertip tentatively stroking my cheek almost moments after the darkness had locked me in. I gasped around the gag at the touch, and it darted away. Was it Todd? Was it Rachel? I didn’t know. But in moments it was back, feeling my neck, the curve of my shoulders, and then making its way towards my breast. I held my breath inside, my chest pushed out eagerly, the flesh helplessly quivering as the hand touched my nipples softly. No pinching, just stroking, touching, feeling, exploring. Then another hand on the opposite breast, stroking just as gently. Blind and gasping for breath around the ball-gag, I shivered. The hands stopped questioningly, waiting for my breathing to settle down. But I couldn’t settle down. The heat between my legs was spreading up my body, my bones seeming to turn to jelly, my whole body heaving and pulsing with desire. I wanted to open my legs, to ease the heat between my thighs, but I was quite helpless, bound as I was. The hands left me, and I whimpered. I pushed my chest out further, squirmed as best I could in my bonds, silently begging for more caresses. But none came right then. I heard the unmistakable sound of lips on lips, a wet, sloppy kiss between the couple above me, one moaning against the other as their mouths touched and sucked and devoured the other. I wanted those lips on me, and another shiver of humiliating anger spread through my body. The couple must have broken their embrace, and I felt fingers go through the loop in my collar. Gently but firmly, Todd pulled my body forward, tugging me into an even more awkward position, and I could feel his breath on my face. “You like this, don’t you, Katie?” I whimpered through the gag and nodded, squirming before him, my naked body available for whatever he wished. His rough fingers took my nipple tightly, and I realized with a start that it had been Rachel touching me before. He squeezed the erect teat firmly, pinching it and pulling it, lifting my breast away from my chest and then letting it fall down heavily before repeating the performance on the other nipple. More heat spread through me, my blood pumping fast from my chest to the rest of my limbs, my mind numb but yearning as he teased me roughly. Through the sound of my moans I heard footsteps around me as Rachel went to my back, the sound of her kneeling behind me, the feel of her soft hands on my shoulders. Gently she placed her palms on my flesh, her fingers digging into my muscles and massaging the skin gently. Her touch caused me to push my chest out further, ready for more merciless teasing from Todd. Both my nipples were captive at once, and he rolled the small buds around between his fingers, squeezing and tugging and pulling and teasing. The soft hands on my shoulders moved down my back, stroking my arms, stroking my soft sweaty skin, rubbing me down all the way to my curved backside. She touched the cuffs around my ankles, the cuffs around my wrists, and I could feel her tugging the ropes that bound me. She slipped her hands between me and my bound limbs, hugging me towards her clothed body, the fabric between us feeling rough and unkind against my hot skin. Then her hands slipped around to my belly, stroking the tautness there, her shirt rubbing against me as she pressed her body against mine. Todd’s grip on my nipples relaxed, and he left me panting, leaning against his fiancé for strength as I gasped around the gag in my mouth. My body ached with desire and slight discomfort from the position I was helplessly stuck in, and I sensed Todd standing up in front of me. There was the sound of a zipper opening, and the arms around me slipped away, leaving me teetering unbalanced as Rachel moved from my body. Inches from my face I heard the sound of lips wrapping around cock, flesh touching flesh, sucking noises as the two of them made quiet love in front of me. Slurping noises, wet noises, soft moans that were struggling to conceal themselves. I couldn’t see what was going on, but in the theatre of my mind I played it out, her lips wrapped around his cock, her eyes shut, her hands gripping his hips as they ground towards each other. A wet slick noise and she had pulled away, the sound of the zipper fastening again, and a sound that I thought would be her standing up. I wanted to touch his cock. I wanted to wrap my lips around it and suck it hard, like I used to. I wanted to taste the salty flavor of his cum, the delicious moisture that came from inside him and filled me up. But I couldn’t even voice my needs, gagged tightly as I was. Groaning behind the gag, I lapped at the ball in my mouth, imagining that it was he, my love, inside me. Someone knelt behind me again, and I felt hands loosening the ties that kept my wrists and ankles bound to each other. My taut body relaxed, my back straightening up, my breasts no longer forced forward and up. I breathed a sigh of relief at the release, but knelt still on the ground, waiting for the next move. The person behind me untied my ankles from one another and I realized it was Todd when he lifted me up by the arms, leaving me standing on my shaking legs. With gentle but firm hands on my naked shoulders Todd led me to the bed. I could feel the mattress and the blankets rubbing against my bare legs as Todd let go of my shoulders. His hands drifted down my body, stroking my legs. The tiny hairs on my body seemed to stand on end as I tensed, the feel of his palms on my hot skin like something out of a dream. Taking one of my ankles in his hand he spread my legs, my private flesh opening wide as he touched my ankle to the bedpost. Quickly he tied it there and moved to the other, leaving my legs bound apart, my unseeing head facing the bed. Patting my thigh softly, my body quivering with need for him, for her, for anything to touch me where it was burning the most, Todd left me. I heard the kissing noises again, the moans and whimpers as they made out with one another. Sounds of clothes coming off filled my ears like loud echoes. They were trying to hide it, though, being as quiet as any human ever could. They were disguising their kisses and struggling to keep me from knowing what they were doing, but I could tell. “Fuck me, Todd,” I heard her say. Her voice was barely audible, but it pounded in my eardrums. Just the thought of fucking, him fucking her, him fucking me, someone else fucking anyone else on earth, made my body erupt in pleasure. Everything was tingling. I struggled against the ropes, yearning to free my hands and feel the place between my legs, to feel the silky smooth juices seeping out of my body, to pleasure myself and give myself the relief I needed so badly. But the ropes held, and the couple, ignoring me, moved onto the bed. I could feel the weight of their bodies in front of me, the mattress against my legs moving and shifting as they lay down on top of the blankets. Unable to see through the blindfold strapped to my face, I couldn’t tell what position they were in. Was she lying on the bottom, straddling him, or perhaps she was bent over and he was going to fuck her doggie-style. In any case, they were quiet, hardly any noises coming from them besides the squeaking of the mattress. It was the most frustrating moment of my life, the moment I heard a slick sound that could only be a cock sliding into a sopping wet pussy. The pussy wasn’t mine, the cock that of someone I wanted more than anything to hold for the rest of my life. With a soft, every so faint whisper of a moan, the couple in front of me began to make love. With each thrust of his cock, the mattress moved. Back and forth, it brushed against my legs, the blankets taunting me mercilessly. Again I tried the bonds holding my arms tight behind me, but again I failed. My body writhed above theirs, some sort of human idol, like a statue as they fucked underneath me. Feet away, and yet I could not hear or touch. I whimpered behind the gag, cried out muffled pleas for release, but they were too lost in their own pleasures. Never before had I felt so used, never in any of the relationships that hadn’t worked out, never in any of the years I’d been mistreated. I felt miserable, and the arousal I felt was only tormenting me. They forgot themselves as their climaxes came. The blankets hit me harder and they cried out as their pleasure was satisfied. He grunted, she moaned, and the movement underneath me stopped. They lay there silently for a few moments, and then got off the bed. I could feel their weight leaving the mattress. There were soft rustling sounds as they put their clothes back on. “Are you okay?” Todd whispered into my ear. I nodded, and his breath seemed to come out in a sigh of relief. “I’m going to untie you, now. It’s over.” I nodded. His hands moved down my body quicker this time than when he had bound me, the man I felt so strongly about seeming to forget any lust he had felt for me. With no hesitation, no reluctance at all, he unlocked my ankles from the cuffs. Up my body he went, quickly again, and unlocked my wrists. To my head, his fingers barely even touching my hair, and he released the blindfold and the gag. I lifted my own hands and undid the once familiar collar, tossing it aside. I met Todd’s eyes briefly as I turned around, the dim light of the room seeming blinding for only the first few moments. I looked at him as if to say, “I’m done.” Walking to the corner, I picked up my clothes, and put them on as Rachel and Todd watched me in silence. “I’ll show you to the guest room,” Todd said, taking my arm. I pulled it away from him abruptly. “No worries,” I said, smiling faintly. There was no humor behind the smile. The two trailed after me as I walked to the door, picking up my coat and purse in the living room before opening the front door and making my way to the car. No one said another word as I got inside and drove away. I made it to my bedroom before I started to cry. Under the blankets, curled into the fetal position, my tears flowed freely. Todd was lost to me forever, and I wished he’d never come back into my life for any brief reason. It would have been better if I’d just had the former memories, no new memories of him hurting me. Sobbing quietly into my pillow, I fell asleep. Todd was there, in my dreams. He was on a boat, floating out to sea. His back was towards me, his face tipped towards the warm sun. And I was alone on a desert island, doomed to live alone for eternity.