To her left were all the spanking implements, arranged by size: the large whip on the outside, then a couple of smaller ones, followed by a bamboo cane, a riding crop, a number of different-sized paddles, a heavy wooden ruler and a hairbrush--the latter two reserved exclusively for her "li'l girl" moments.
To her right, restraints—including both metal and velcro cuffs, some attached to wooden rods or chains of varying lengths—plus a collar and leash, a blindfold, assorted clamps, coils of rope and silk and nylon, and ball-gags and other devices to hold her mouth open, though she couldn't bear to look at those right then.
And in the middle: dildos, vibrators and plugs of every size and description, ranging from a set of tiny little vibrators which fit onto a fingertip, to a remote –controlled vibrating butterfly; a number of different butt-plugs; jars and tubes of lubricants --and dildos...of human, superhuman and possibly alien dimensions, shapes and colors.
And there, in the very middle, as if pointing at the door, lay the pride of her collection: Long John Silver.
She called it that not only because of its outstanding length but because of its shining mirror-finish. It looked like a long, slim silver bullet, and she loved to use it and loved even more when He used it on her, no matter where He put it. Something about the texture of the warm metal, which was etched with fine grooves, combined with the unique frequencies of its vibrations, got to her like nothing else in her collection.
She leaned forward slightly so she could her face in it, the reflection stretched and distorted as if in a funhouse mirror. Oh god, she hoped He'd use it this time!
She pictured Him striding through the doorway and just standing there, looking at her, as he often did, enjoying the sight of her waiting to serve Him, smiling slightly as he saw that everything was exactly as he'd instructed. Then as a reward, Jenny thought, maybe He'd pick up Long John—she reached down with one hand—and silently hold it in front of her face like this, as if asking if this was what she wanted
Jenny stared at it, and into it, hypnotized. He would see in her eyes that it was, then He would switch it on, like this, and crouch down, and as she watched slowly ease it beneath the elastic of her panties, the metal warming against her abdomen as the vibrations went deeper and deeper within her. She could feel it nosing, snakelike, through the curly jungle of her pubic hair to just touch her clitoris...
Jenny shivered and closed her eyes. And maybe then, when Long John was firmly nestled between her legs he would stand up and with no further preliminaries take out His cock and begin to fuck her mouth like this.... She put two fingers in her mouth and began sliding them in and out. Oh god yes, using her as His fuck-toy! She moaned and began jamming her fingers more deeply into her mouth and down her throat...
She felt it more than heard it, the sudden change in the air. Her eyes flew open, and she gasped. There He was, standing in the open doorway, looking at her, just as she'd pictured it.
...Except that He wasn't smiling.
His expression, as near as she could tell because of the dark glasses he was wearing, was completely blank. Icy.
Oh shit, she thought. Trembling, moving with excruciating slowness as if trying not to attract the attention of a wild animal, she removed her fingers from her mouth and replaced her hand behind her head. But she didn't dare try to remove Long John, still humming away and still extremely visible for several inches above her panties, never mind the lengthy bulge it was creating inside them...or the large wet spot spreading out just beneath it.
There was absolutely nothing she could do or say at this point. She could only wait for the consequences.
Which were not long in coming.
For a moment He simply continued to stand there, arms crossed, a somewhat pale, muscular figure. He was all in black, from boots and jeans to sleeveless tee-shirt. That His eyes were hidden made his presence even more intimidating. He seemed to be staring straight into her eyes but there was no way to tell, and Jenny had to steel herself not to look away. She felt as if the gravity in the room had increased ten-fold, that she would be unable to move again until He released her. And despite the fact that Long John was still humming mindlessly against her the wet spot between her legs now felt cold and clammy.
She waited.
At length, He stepped forward, over the implements arrayed before her, to stand between her outstretched thighs. Then He reached up with one hand and grasped her ponytail. Oh fuck, thought Jenny, I didn't even take my hair down! –just before He jerked her head sideways so that she fell sprawling across the neatly arranged collection of restraints. He did this without releasing his grip on her ponytail, so that she wound up on her back, gasping.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw him bend down to pick up something from the floor. Then she was being dragged by her ponytail, her scalp on fire, across the scattered sex-toys.
And out the door of her apartment.
He dragged her across the hallway to the wooden balustrade which enclosed the stairwell. He pulled her up by her ponytail until she was again in a kneeling position, facing the doorway to her apartment. He released her hair, then reached down and seized her wrists. He opened a bracelet of the handcuffs He'd picked up and snapped it over her right wrist, then ran the chain and remaining bracelet between the wooden railings behind her head, wrapping the chain several times before imprisoning her remaining wrist--trapping her hands behind her head.
He shoved her knees apart roughly with his boot.
He reached down and carefully removed the elastic that held her ponytail, then gently smoothed and arranged her hair with His fingers until it fell lightly to her shoulders, framing her face the way He liked it. He stepped back, as if to admire His work. She was now posed precisely the as he had instructed her. Even her mouth was open—not out of conscious obedience but because it was the only way she could breathe. Because she was terrified. Oh god, she was chained to the railings outside her apartment, where anyone could see her, wearing nothing but her bra and panties!
And, it might be added, with a large, humming silver dildo hanging lopsidedly out of those panties, miraculously still held there by the elastic. She saw Him look at it. Watched Him reach down and remove it. He held it up in front of her face, just as she'd imagined him doing—except that the top few inches were now so smeared with her juices that she couldn't see herself.
Oh, and she had pictured Him looking into her eyes and smiling...not grimly silent and hidden behind His shades. Nevertheless He unintentionally continued her fantasy by crouching down—but unlike her fantasy he didn't slide it teasingly down her abdomen. He yanked the elastic of her panties out and down and roughly shoved the dildo between her legs, so that its head went right past her vagina, right past her behind and came to rest above her crossed feet, making a protruding bulge in the back of her panties. He then pulled the elastic up and let it snap back into place—causing a sizable, vibrating length of Long John to nestle between Jenny's buttocks ...and the identically humming handle to press firmly between her legs.
She groaned aloud—then suddenly remembering where she was instinctively tried to muffle her mouth with her hand but succeeded only in jerking against the handcuffs and bruising her wrist. Which at least turned her groan into a gasp.
She would gladly have begged him to stop if she thought there was any chance she might succeed—but she knew better. This was her third failure...and three was definitely not the charm in this case.
As Long John's vibrations rippled up through her like waves of pure heat she watched, through quivering, half-closed eyelids, as He stepped back once again. He stared at her through his dark glasses.
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