As you may have noticed, I’m a sucker for a good photo or illustration, even more so when it’s of my work. So I couldn’t resist throwing my hat in the ring when I saw one of my favorite fetish artists was having a contest. Coax Dreams selected my story as one of the winners and now I have this lovely illustration to show for it!
Bound to Please
Casey was both honored and terrified to be the centerpiece at the event. Although many of the attendees were her friends she knew that anonymity didn’t always bring out the best in people. She could hear muttering in the room as Ona finished tying her. Everyone had been promised something special but details had been kept under wraps.
Casey was bound on her knees with a piece of bamboo acting as a spreader bar. Her elbows were held behind her back with another length of bamboo and her hands in front of her body held a tray loaded with toys. She caught only a glimpse of what was on the tray before she was blindfolded.
The curtains parted and the response was immediate; gasps, giggles, and a smattering of applause. Ona explained the rules, “One person at a time will be allowed behind the curtain. You can use any of the tools provided. I’ll be timing everyone one minute, so work fast. And remember, no permanent damage!”
Hearing Ona explain what people could do made Casey shudder. She wished that she’d insisted on more limits. This had seemed like fun when she’d agreed but now the reality of her situation was sinking in.
Casey heard the curtains close and didn’t know if someone was inside with her until she felt the tray move. A toy had been chosen. Casey smelled the rose beneath her nose a moment before she felt the petals glide over her breasts. The light touch gave her goosebumps. Then she felt the thorns press into her skin, a light scratch at first followed by a piercing pain.
Time was called and the curtain moved again. The next person wasted no time getting started. Casey felt what must have been a feather gliding down her side and shrieked with laughter. Her whole body bucked and she feared she’d drop the tray, breaking the one rule she was held to. The audience listening outside laughed, too. If they were amused by what she was going through it would only encourage the next person to get a louder reaction.
The next time the curtain moved there was a long pause before she felt the tray shift. Were they choosing a tool or building anticipation? When Casey felt the sharp pain in her foot she screamed. As the sensation continued she got used to it and realized it was more shock than pain. A blade was being dragged along the bottom of her foot. She swayed on her bound knees and gasped.
Another person in and then a pinching sensation as harsh clamps were attached to her nipples. Casey whimpered and struggled against the rope. She felt the inadequate latex thong she wore slide against her wet cunt as she moved. She feared the next person into the room would see wet all down her thighs.
Minute after minute and sensation after sensation, Casey never knew what to expect. And there were at least a dozen people to go.