Instead, he took my hands and made me put them in my lap.
I thought that was kind of cute.
He wanted me to sit a certain way.
Well, that was easy enough.
I mean, why not?
Why shouldn't I sit exactly the way he wanted?
I couldn't see any reason why I shouldn't, so I did. I got myself all nestled in and then, as my hands were in my lap, I couldn't believe what he was going to do next.
I should have stopped it right there, maybe… I should have demanded to be let out of the car, and scurried for a taxi.
But I didn't.
That's the bottom line, I guess, when I look back at all of this.
I didn't… because I just didn't want to. I wanted him to do to me whatever it was he thought he had to…
I was going to go along.
Pussy rules!
Now, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a silken cord.
It was pure white and very soft.
"What's that," I asked, still smiling.
"Bonds."
"Bonds?"
To me, in my job, bonds were something you purchased as a tax shelter.
I had no idea what he meant, though.
"I'm going to tie your hands, Justine."
I looked at him.
Was this some kind of game?
What did he think he was doing?
But before I was able to stop him, he was wrap ping that cord around my wrists… And tying me up that way!
I watched, fascinated.
I wasn't scared, or anything like that.
No…
To tell you the truth, I felt an incredible rush at being tied up.
It came and rose from my chest, through my neck and finally all over my face.
He was driving me crazy and that was the truth.
I couldn't believe it!
It was really… something!
When he finished, he looked at me.
"Now," he said, softly, "Justine, how do you feel…"
"I feel… good…"
He smiled and said nothing for the rest of the trip. I wasn't sure where we were, someplace in the suburbs, I think, because we'd gone over a bridge.
And then, I was being hustled out of the car by the chauffeur, who had a really sleazy smirk on his face, knowing that my hands were tied.
What did he know that I didn't?
Nothing I wouldn't find out soon, I was sure.
I could have done without him. Him and his roving hands on my bottom, which he tested amply as he helped me to the front door of what looked like a palatial estate.
Mr. Clifford was big bucks, I could tell that right away.
And that was just one more reason why those bonds felt so good on my hands!
He led me to a strange, dim room, behind the main room.
There were funny lights hanging from the ceiling, and the way they were turned on, I couldn't see beyond a very short perimeter.
The way it is for an actor when he's on stage and can't even see the faces in the first row.
It was all deliberate, I soon learned.
And thankfully so.
Because if I'd been able to see what else was in this room, I surely would have panicked!
But for the moment, I sat in my sexy black dress, with the slit up one side revealing the tip of my stockings and garter belt, and waited for Clifford to make the next move.
I didn't have to wait long. He handed me a drink.
It looked at first like just another whiskey sour.
"What's this?" I asked him. He smiled.
"Drink it," he said to me. I wasn't sure I wanted to.
I mean, I had no real reason not to. Even though my hands were tied, I could still move them in front of me.
I just felt a little uneasy, the slightest bit of apprehension starting to creep up in my stomach.
"I…"
"I said drink it."
He didn't sound menacing or anything like that. Just the slightest bit more forceful.
It was enough for me.
I didn't argue any further.
If he wanted me to drink the damn stuff, then I would.
I was going to show him I could please him.
No problem.
So I took the drink, and downed it.
Swiftly.
Too swiftly.
Perhaps if I'd taken more time, I might have realized that there was a slightly funny taste to the brew.
I didn't, until it was too late. And then, it was just that.
Too late.
My hands went to my head. "Ohhhh…"
"What's the matter…"
"I don't know… I feel dizzy…"
"Well… don't worry…"
"I… I…"
And then the world went black.
When I awoke, I was… well, let me see if I can describe this scene to you.
I was standing on my feet, stripped of my dress.
I had no idea how it had gotten off me.
Of course, I knew, but I didn't really want to know.
So I pretended it was a mystery.
My arms were suspended well above my head.
Hanging by ropes that were entwined around my wrists.
And that hurt!
Now, as I looked down, I saw my feet spread on the floor, attached to cuffs that were held in place by short, strong chains.
And the lighting was different.
It was all glowing and wonderful!
And showed me for the first time just what this room look like.
A dungeon!
That's where I was!
Locked inside of a dungeon, with a gorgeous hunk of a man who somehow got off on having me naked, in chains.
Well, not completely naked.
He did have the courtesy, or the good sense, or the what-have-you to leave my garter belt and stockings on.
That was a big turn-on, I could tell.
And my lovely high heels.
Mustn't forget those!
He had me completely decked out like that.
And there was nothing I could do about it.
Nothing!
I was embarrassed, to say the least.
My lovely, full tits, which I took pride in, and which I showed off only to men whom I deemed fortunate and deserving enough to see them, were glistening with my own sweat and standing at sweet attention.
Oh, he was a stickler for detail, and he knew that with my arms overhead, my tits would have to stand perkily at attention for him.
"Well," he said, grinning… "You look beautiful…"
I didn't say anything.
I had no idea what I could say!
I stared at him.
Now, he was out of his good-looking tailored suit, and wearing something else… a kind of leather jock strap, with studs around his balls and a leather shaft that seemed custom-designed to fit his cock.
In other words, his prick and balls were sheathed, outlined in leather.
And left nothing to the imagination.
He had some cock!
Enormous!
And he was wielding it with a mighty, macho swagger…
Every time he moved, his shaft swung a little… And I couldn't take my eyes off of it!
"What's the matter," he said to me, smiling.
"Don't you like the way it looks?"
"I…"
"Come on… tell me…"
"I like it," I said, blushing.
"Good…"
"Why am I… why did you…"
"Tie you up and hang you on your wrists? I figured I'd do something to you you'd never forget…"
"What… ohhh…"
He came up close to me, and put his handsome face near to mine.
And then he explained what the itinerary was.
"I'm going to whip you." That was it.
The whole kit and caboodle!
"What?"
"I said I'm going to whip you."
"No… please… don't…"
But my pleas fell on predictably deaf ears.
There was nothing I could say or do that was going to make any sort of difference with this man.
He had it in his mind that he wanted to use a whip on me.
On me!
I'd never so much as been held tightly by a man…
And now, I was in the clutches of one that was, to say the least, a little on the wacky side…
But, what can I say?
I don't want to mislead you.