Public Bondage

Some “Story Of O” overtones to this tale of public bondage:

You press the elevator button, and in a moment, the doors open. We step out into the hall, and you stop me again, reaching into your pocket, you pull out a satin blindfold. You wrap it securely over my eyes, and pat my ass to continue walking. I do not like this at all, and I am clenching my teeth. Although, I realize my body is once again defying me.

Still holding the leash, you gently tug me along. Stopping abruptly, I hear you swiping the key card. The door opens, and you guide me in. I feel my heart race; I have no idea what is going to happen, and who is there. I hear music. Still holding the leash, you guide me into another room and have me kneel on the floor. The music is louder in this room, drowning out any chance of me hearing any other sounds.

From The Test.

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