## Warehouse

Post by Mr Underheel » Fri Jul 22, 2016 6:14 pm

The
night was dark. Very dark. Rainy, cold. A night to stay home
and hunker down. And yet he was out and on his way to meet
Her. The reflection of the headlights off of the
pavement made it extremely difficult to see. Although he
knew exactly where he was going he had to take great care to
arrive there safely.
He parked in an unlit lot and locked the door of his car
using the key fob. The lights of the car stayed on for
a few precious seconds, enough to show him the way to the
back door of the five-story tall brick warehouse, a building
that was recently converted to beautiful loft
apartments. It was there, in her top-floor flat, that
she waited.
He pushed the buzzer for Unit 501 and waited. Rain ran
down his back and chilled him to the bone. He turned
up the collar of his jacket and tapped his toe in
anticipation.
Finally! She buzzed him in. He noted that the elevator
was out of order so he would have to climb all the way to
the top using the dark back stairwell. His footsteps
echoed ominously off of the concrete block walls and steel
stairs. His legs were shaking uncontrollably as the
adrenaline pumped into his body at a faster rate than he
thought possible.
There, at last, was her door. He knocked twice,
quietly. "Come", he heard her call. He
opened the door.
The room was lit with the flickering light of a single
candle, leaving the entire room in dancing shadows.
There she was, across the way, sitting in a leather
wing-back chair. Her legs were crossed. The
candle exposed a silhouette that he clearly recognized and
caused her blonde hair to glimmer softly. Her feet
fairly sparkled as the candy apple red of her heels
reflected the few available rays that shot from the flame.
He could see her crook his finger at him and he approached
slowly. When he was ten feet away from her she held up
her palm, a clear stop sign. He could finally see that
she was wearing a closely fitting black, long-sleeved
leather top and matching pants.
She said a single word: "Strip".
He nodded.

### Re: Warehouse

Post by Mr Underheel » Fri Jul 22, 2016 6:15 pm

He watched as she poured herself a drink from the bottle that rested on the end table next to her chair. She took the lid off of the ice bucket and, using the tongs that were inside, she dropped four cubes into her glass
She tossed a coil of rope toward him. It fell on the floor at his feet. "Tie your ankles together." He sat on the floor and wrapped the rope around and around and cinched the tie snugly.
Almost immediately she threw another. "Now below your knees." He quickly complied.
"This one goes above your knees."
"This goes around your thighs."
"Here is a crotch rope. Make it tight. Wrap it around that thing of yours, too."
When he had completed all of the ties that she had requested, she ordered him to roll over on his stomach. The floor was cold and his bound member throbbed against its bindings. He could hear her swirl the drink in the glass. The glass clinked softly as she set it back on the table.
She stood and walked to him very slowly. When she reached him, she stood over him and straddled his hips with one shoe pressing against each side of him. She dropped a heavy rope on his back. Kneeling, she pulled his wrists behind him and held them there in her hands for several minutes. When she ran her fingernail down his spine he visibly shivered and she laughed cruelly in response. Then she started to wrap the rope around his crossed wrists. He was completely helpless beneath her.
After moving to one side, she pressed a knee into his ass. Then she took his bound wrists in one hand and reached down for his ankles. Pulling the closely together, she wrapped another rope around them, completing a moderately strict hogtie. "I like the look of that, boy. Will you stay a while for me?"
"Oh but of course! I wouldn't think of doing anything else!"
She rolled him over on his side and then stood over him again. It took her one single stop to put her to directly in front of his mouth. "You know what to do now, don't you?"
Without a word, he began to lick the lovely toes that peeped out at him, and the shoe itself.
"Good boy. Keep it up."