Gym tonight was what I needed. I needed my muscles to work out. Sweat. Lift. Push. Pull. It was busy with only a couple of hotties that caught my attention. But my attention didn't stay put. My eyes were pulled to "The Cage" if you get a chance go look it up by True Fitness. It's a stretching station that literally looks like half of a cage. I've known it's been there and use it every time I finish a workout. This time however, I had a vision of me in there, fully clothed. No, not gym clothes.
I'm in a white buttoned up blouse, no cleavage. Tight black pencil skirt. Black seamed pantyhose legs. Red ankle wrapped heels. Dressed for a day job. Professional. Standing inside like Leonardo da Vinci's The Vitruvian Man. Arms outstretched. Wrists bound to the metal bars with 2 inch wide red satin ribbons. Legs splayed. Ankles bound at the base of the cage with the wide red satin ribbon. Enough slack to only move my limbs two inches in any direction. He's there. Sitting on a wooden chair ten feet directly in front of me. Not saying a word. Looking. Staring. His eyes, examining every inch of me. After he scans my entire body, he rises, lifting effortlessly. Walking with purpose, a slight smile crosses his lips while he's pulling something from his back dress pants pocket. Looks like the red satin ribbons I'm bound with, only this is for my eyes. My heart is beating so quickly. He brings his face to mine, I can feel his breath on my face. Closer still when he comes towards my red lips. Softly brushes his lips against mine. His way of letting me know he's got this and I'm to relax. I'm in safe skilled hands. My fast beating heart is starting to slow down. The pounding in my chest begins to slow down and fade. Replaced are butterfly wings fluttering, buzzing with excitement. He pulls back to place the blindfold over my eyes. The ribbon is soft against my face, and tight enough I can feel slight pressure around my head. It's not going anywhere. And neither am I. After he ties the blindfold his right hand slowly traces the left side of head, down my cheek following my jawline. My breath quickens as his hand reaches the front of my neck, and stops before pulling back. Then nothing. I can't feel him. I can't see him. I don't know where he is in the room. Then I hear his footsteps. Moving away from me. They keep going, walking away. Then I hear the jingle of a speaker turning on. Suddenly the familiar twang of Chris Isaak's guitar and his song "Wicked Game" begins to play. The butterflies drop, my stomach falls as my knees are about to give out. With the song playing I can't hear his footsteps at all, he must be walking with the beat. My heart begins to pick up extra beats. My stomach muscles are shaking. My body begins to tremble. My breath, I can't catch as my lower lip quivers. The music playing but yet it's so quiet. No movement, or if there is I don't know where he is or what he is doing. The song continues: "The world was on fire and no one could save me but you It's strange what desire will make foolish people do I'd never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you And I'd never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you" I'd fall like a rag doll if not for the silk red ribbons holding me up in place. I hear the chair, it's sliding towards me. The wood legs dragging against the tiled floor. Coming closer then stops. I can hear it settle when he sits on it. My mind racing as quickly as my heart trying to picture him and what's going on. I bite my lower lip to get it to stop moving. Suddenly I feel his hand. Just one hand placed on my left outer thigh at the hemline of my skirt. Now his other hand is placed on my other leg. My stomach muscles shake in anticipation trying to guess what will happen next. Slowly both of his hands slide up the sides of my legs up under my skirt. Firm slow hands tracing up to the back of my ass and then returns to my hips. Finally, his hand cups my cunt. My legs begin to shake uncontrollably. He pulls back, he removes his hands. I can hear the chair scoot back. Suddenly I feel both of his hands grab hold of my blouse and yanks the front open. I gasped as cascading buttons drop to the floor in tandem with the beat of the repeating song. Shuttering as I feel his hands trace the top of my lacy red bra. He slips his hand under, pinches my nipple and pulls away. Hands back under my skirt, I feel both hands sliding up my shaking left thigh. He pinches my inner thigh grabbing the pantyhose, pulling. And suddenly I hear the nylon pop and tear. My panties now soaking at the thought he just ripped my pantyhose to get at me. His fingers groping and pulling the pantyhose apart I can feel more of his hand on my exposed thigh. "What a wicked game you played to make me feel this way What a wicked thing to do to let me dream of you What a wicked thing to say you never felt this way What a wicked thing to do to make me dream of you" His now frantic fingers makes their way to my hot pussy. His fingers hitch the crotch of my panties to the side. He lets out a moan as his fingers slip inside my wet folds. His free arm reaches around me to my backside to help hold me steady. My heart beating faster, a whimper escapes from my throat as he slips his fingers inside me. Still unable to see him, I know he's excited as I am to be inside me. With his palm up he curls his fingers slowly inside of me. Uncurling and curling, he's hitting a spot. My legs are about to give. He slips his fingers out, and suddenly they are on my lips and in my mouth. I can taste how excited he made me. I suck his fingers as he pulls them slowly out. Back under my skirt, ripped pantyhose and under my panties he makes his way to my clit. Sliding from my clit his fingers are back inside. I want him to fuck me this way. My muscles clenching around his fingers trying to keep him inside me. He knows I want him to finger me. He pulls out back to my clit. Toying. Circling. Tips of fingers teasingly slide back inside then back out making their way to my clit. He then palms me, his whole hand cupping and pressing. Pressure and light rubbing I can no longer stand still as my body is writhing, aching for him to be inside of me. Bound by red silk ribbons I can't move much to get him to fuck me. I have to just stand. Wait. He pulls back away. Seems like minutes have passed. A click and a low hum, he has a vibrator. I feel a kiss to the inner side of my knee. I will be taken care of. The vibrator now above my clit vibrating, stimulating me. His other hand is making their way under my panties, inserting. Curling fingers inside me and the vibrator gently over my clit, I'm to the edge. My breathing deepens. Me being tied up wasn't for him. Me being blindfolded wasn't for him. Tied up freed me to let go. Blindfolded heightened my other senses. He did it for me. "No, I don't want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart) No, I don't want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart) With you (this girl is only gonna break your heart) With you (this girl is only gonna break your heart)" Currently, at my dining table, rocking on the heel of my foot proof reading before posting but now I'm wet and wanting to be tied. Being tied was not a go to fantasy, but damn cage I'm going to have wet thoughts every time I see it now. Until the flip~ wicked thoughts
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