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Rated: GC · Campfire Creative · Short Story · Erotica · #1842575
A dream created for a friend, someone who wished to let go.
[Introduction]

It all started with a drink.... a simple wine, chilled the crimson red swirling in the crystal glass. The bar was crowded and the simple slip of the chemical into the glass went as easily unnoticed as the playful grin that appeared with the hand that presented it.

We spoke; we sipped, only to have the glass fall from my hands shattering what little of the wine into red droplets upon the floor, giving the look of blood. The inn grows silent, the crash of glass seeming to echo in all ears present as I turn red with embarrassment. Your words, a gentle hand pulling me from the fog as we raise you helping me to my feet to clear my head. We walk amongst the stars until I stumble to my knees' a hand going to my head as if to try to get it strait. A cry from your lips, a warning seems so distant to me as something hits my head or so I think.... your face the last I see in the darkness holding my body

I awake.... slowly, the room spinning as I start to notice my clothes have changed... a light fitting boned corset is around my waist, half cups holding my breasts at attention arms pulled back behind me held uselessly in a U-binder the laces so tight I cannot move my fingers within the sheath. Everything is locked on yet it screams of comfort, nothing save my head aching for this extended time. I try to scream for help but am silenced by a panel gag held on a harness wrapped around my head seeming to be missing an attachment.

My thighs brush against something cold and metal but it is what is inside me that makes me worry. I am filled a vibrator with in my pussy and a smaller mate in my rear locked in with a chastity belt that offers no outside stimulation even if I was free. I try to stand, my eyes slowly traveling my leather clad legs only to see a bar connecting my ankles keeping me kneeling helpless for any whom stumble upon me. I mew in frustration as I plea for help with my eyes..... Then.... you enter.

A grin upon your face as you walk forward. Your body gleaming as the low lighting flickers across the supple black leather, heels clicking against the stone as you come before me. A shiver runs my spine as a gentle touch brushes against my hair, stroking it as fingers raise my chin to meet your own lustful gaze. You bend slowly whispering softly into my hear words that cause a shiver to run my helpless form. "Everything is alright dear.... now you are mine."

The last part rings clear in my head as you brandish a remove, the low buzzing within me raising me to a tormented state near begging as I squirm. You grin as you kiss my gagged lips attaching the missing piece to the harness gag... a blind fold sending my world into darkness a collar slipping around my neck bearing my name below the D-ring. Sobs come near silently from behind the gag as your heels ringing out a click upon the floor disappearing into the night.

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