Girl At Window (Mf, B&D, NC?)
Dean Williams
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Girl at Window (MF NC? B&D)
WARNING: The following post contains descriptions of an adult, sexual
nature that includes descriptions of bondage and discipline and sexual
torment. These are meant merely as fantasies. This material should not
be read by minors, nor offered for reading or viewing to anyone under
the age of 21. You have been warned. If this sort of materials is
offensive to you, please read no further.
THE GIRL in the WINDOW by Gamma
Julie closed her eyes and climaxed again. She hoped she could hold back
the screams of satisfaction and despair that welled within her throat.
She thought that maybe this time, their bondage game had gone too far.
She looked out over the city that spread out before her and moaned into
her gag. "Damn him", she thought, "he's really fixed me but good this
time!" And, indeed, Mark had fixed Julie but good this time.
It was a variation on "volunteer" bondage, something they'd picked up
from Bishop and his HOM writings. Volunteer bondage was where the victim
contributed to his/her bondage, usually in an effort to avoid some
torment or other. For example, a gag was held in place voluntarily, for
to let it go would be to let it dangle -- painfully -- from the clips
that attached it to the wearer's nipples. So, the victim "voluntarily"
kept herself gagged rather than suffer any more pain. Or she might
"voluntarily" stay up on her toes rather than rest on her heels, an
action which would cause her to push buttons
that would send shocks down wires to clips on whatever sensitive parts
of her body her master had decided warranted torment.
Tonight, Julie was enduring a variation on the volunteer gag, and a
variation on the whole scenario, which usually meant the avoidance of
pain through whatever voluntary activity the victim was forced to
endure. Yes, tonight, there was a twist on the whole business. Julie
moaned again. She wanted to scream but that would mean trouble. Still,
she wanted to. She had good reason to. Julie lived in a fashionable, and
crowded part of Manhattan. She lived in a huge apartment building that
faced other huge apartment buildings. Her huge picture windows afforded
a terrific view of the city which now,
at night, glittered before her.
Of course, the glittering city could also look in to HER apartment, so
she had to be careful what she did. Like most big city dwellers, she
learned that good views worked both ways, and that to live in an
apartment with a lot of glass was to live in a sort of fishbowl. She
owned a telescope, and had no doubt that lots of the thousands of
windows that faced hers also boasted them. It was a favorite past-time
on slow, boring nights. Sweep the scope about and see who was up to
what. In her years in the city, she'd seen a lot: fights, parties,
seductions and some pretty intense lovemaking when spontaneity and lust
overcame discretion and precaution. And, she knew, she must have given
others a few shows, too, in her time. Sometimes she was naked and the
lights were on and the curtains ere open and she had little choice but
to prance across that glass proscenium in all her beautiful, naked
glory. A few times, tipsy from wine or just in a mischievous mood, he'd
even done a quick striptease and a few bumps and grinds. What the hell.
Give 'em a thrill, she thought. It was all pretty much anonymous anyway.
"Give 'em a thrill." The phrase echoed in her mind. Haunted her.
That was the essence of her current predicament, to be sure. Her bondage
was devised to give anyone and everyone who might be looking at her
window, who might have their scope trained on her bedroom, a thrill. A
long, kinky, never to be forgotten thrill! Julie was naked, except for
thigh high black stockings that merely made her look sexier, if that was
possible. Her long blonde hair flowed almost to her waist -- a beautiful
mane. She was spreadeagled, her wrists and ankles lashed to the top and
bottom of the posts at the base of her antique bed. The bed had been
dragged into position so that she faced her picture window, only a foot
or two from the glass. Two spotlights were aimed at her lovely body.
They were off, at the moment. They would remain so just as long as she
kept the thick penis gag in her mouth. It was heavy, made of shiny
metal. It was very hard for her to keep it in her mouth. Her saliva made
it slick, and she could get little grip on it with her teeth.
Only by sucking as hard as she could could she managed to keep it in.
She would have thrown her head back to make it easier, but a thin chord
that encircled her forehead and that split and was tied taut to her
nipples kept her head forward.
A dildo, strapped into her pussy, hummed away. She'd already climaxed
twice in the hour since Mark had left her - twice on top of the two
orgasms she'd enjoyed with him during their earlier lovemaking. Her hips
writhed slowly as she submitted to the incessant stimulation. She sucked
on the dildo and tried to jerk her head back to keep it in, moaning as
the cord tightened on the clamps pinching her nipples. How she longed to
let the dildo go. How she longed to be relieved of its weight! And Julie
knew that sooner or later, she WOULD let it go. She would eventually
loose her battle, tire, and the heavy metal rod would slip from her
lips. Or she'd let it go wailing her passion during a climax. The end
not in her mouth was attached to a simple pull-type switch. The beaded
chain went up to a fixture in the ceiling controlling the two bright
spotlights. The spotlights were aimed down her gleaming torso. Her
predicament was simple. Let go of the dildo and it would fall to the
floor, yanking on the light chain as it did so. The lights would come on
and voila! New York
city's most fashionable neighborhood, all those thousands of windows
with their prying eyes, would get an eyeful of Julie, humiliatingly
bound, shamelessly aroused, coming in her bondage for all to see!!
It was ten o'clock. She wondered how long she could last. Already, her
saliva dripped from the thick metal cock that spread her lips. Once,
already, it had almost dropped out. She'd managed to save it only at the
very last instant by sucking furiously and tilting her head back -- much
to the torment of her stretched and pinched nipples. Sweat glistened on
her naked skin. A drop slid off her forehead and into her eye. She shook
it away and again moaned as the clamps bit into her tits. She looked out
over the city, at all those lights, all those apartments. She saw people
in many of them. Dawn. Mark said he'd try to return at dawn. Just in
time to rescue her before daylight made her plight impossible to hide.
They both knew it was unlikely she'd last that long, but it at least
gave her hope. She wiggled her toes again -- they just reached the floor
and took just enough strain off her arms to make her wide spreadeagle
bearable.
She saw someone in an apartment about a block away point in her general
direction. She wondered if she could be seen even with the spotlights
off. Was there enough moonlight to make her visible? She saw a small
group form and realized they had a telescope. "Oh god," she thought,
they see me! The thought of it brought on another climax and soon she
was bucking and writhing her hips wildly. If the could see her, they
were getting quite a show. When her climax subsided she relaxed a bit,
slumping in her bondage, then stiffening suddenly as she felt the penis
gag sliding from her lips. She knew it would hurt but she jerked her
head back anyway. The clamps pinched her swollen, aroused nipples and
she wanted to scream, but did not. She again caught the metal gag just
in the nick of time. When she had swallowed it as deeply as she could,
she let her head slump forward. Her nipples were on fire. The people
across the way still clustered around the telescope. Could they see? She
had no way of knowing. And then, she got a better look at one of them,
and her heart froze. It was Mark. The tweed coat, the white turtleneck,
the beard -- it was Mark!
She watched in fascination and horror as he separated from the group and
walked into an adjacent room. She saw him sit on a bed and dial the
phone. Her phone rang and her answering machine kicked in. After the
beep, she heard Mark's voice: "Hi, there, my sexy one. Everyone here
just can't decide if there is a naked girl across the way. Just enough
light to see an outline, it seems, but not quite enough to be sure. It's
become the focus of our little party here. Oh -- everyone's been asking
about you. I've assured them, love, that you're bound to make an
appearance before the night's over! Bye." He hung up, turned to the
window and waved at her. The rest of the partyers were still
crowded around the telescope, and now she felt their hot gazes upon her
naked flesh. Julie closed her eyes and climaxed again. She hoped she
could hold back the screams of satisfaction and despair that welled
within her throat. _______