Whispers

A Journal of Erotic Secrets, Fantasies, and Sexy Stories

(from: anonymous) Chances

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As always, as I was getting close, I started wondering… “What the hell am I doing?” But I pressed on, perhaps because I had made a commitment to show up.

I found the driveway, just as he described it in the email.

It was in a rural area, a farm, at least a quarter mile, maybe more, from the nearest neighbor along the road. Dusk, nearly dark. The lights were on inside. What am I doing? But I pushed on. Parked. Looked at the porch.

There was a note on the door, and a cardboard box on a chair on the porch.

I walked up – the note was a folded piece of paper that said “If you are brave…” My heart pounded.

I opened the note, there was no surprise in the instructions.

It was about 15 degrees.. but that just made it hotter.

In the box was a lycra hood, a pair of hinged handcuffs, a pair of ankle cuffs. No keys.

I took off my shoes, socks. Dropped pants, shorts, put on the ankle cuffs. The ratcheting sound was a point of no return.

Shirt, t-shirt. Put the handcuffs on one wrist.

Pulled the hood over my head… couldn’t see now.

Put my hands behind my back, and the final ratchet.

I was naked, handcuffed, shackled, hooded on the porch of someone I had never met.

The door opened, I heard a voice say “Hello there” and guide me slowly inside.

The vulnerability was exhilarating.

I felt his hands lightly explore my body. The cheeks of my ass, my balls, up my chest.

When he touched my nipples I gasped and shuddered. He found my hot spot. He lingered there, just teasing them, watching my knees go weak.

“You like that don’t you?”
“Yes,” I hissed. Oh god, did I.

He led me across the room.. slowly. I felt my my legs bump into something. He gently guided me up, then over. I was kneeling on padded boards, straddling plywood, my chest resting on a narrow padded top.

I felt straps being applied to my ankles, then my thighs. Then one across my lower back, then my upper back.

He unlocked the handcuffs, placed my arms on similar padded rests. Straps around my wrists, just above my elbows.

I was totally exposed.. feeling *very* naked. But this is what I came for.

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