The Most Innocent Girl Chapter Four

“Meeting him after all this time was something she’d never quite imagined would occur, particularly not in such a way. She hadn’t anticipated he’d be so attractive. He paused to circle her, observing her stranded on the floor, panting before him. Thinking about their earlier discussion caused her to wet herself again, as he took his place within her familiar scenarios, improving everything significantly. The puddle beneath her expanded slowly; it was a good sign, a positive response from her, going much better than expected. He had been planning this for so long now. Replaying the objectives in his mind repeatedly allowed him to perfect the strategy. During the three months since they last spoke online, he’d tracked her down via paper trails. He learned where she was located to make it happen, and fortunately, working as a consultant let him be anywhere while still managing work over phones and conference calls. There was no way he would miss this chance. Watching her enjoy the helplessness as everything processed in her mind, he decided it was his turn to take pleasure too, especially if she might find enjoyment as well. Smirking, he slowly undid his belt, sliding it out of the loops and coiling it neatly before tossing it into a corner. He lifted her from the cold concrete floor, giving her a moment to survey the surroundings: dark grey painted concrete, a rollershutter door, and… large hydraulic machinery? It was once a big mechanics garage. A lift remained in one corner, empty except for that, plus the van he’d used to capture her, and a spacious black padded area with a crane hook hanging centrally from the ceiling. He carried her to the padded floor, placing her gently in the center; she sighed as it was much warmer than the concrete. He began undressing. Her eyes strained toward one corner of her vision, watching intently, he removed his shirt and flexed his shoulders before slowly walking behind her. He circled around staring at her, then took off his shoes and socks, finally removing his pants to leave only a vest top and black boxer briefs covering him up. “Master?” she murmured as he stepped close behind her.

Don’t worry,” he said reassuringly. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy this.” He lifted her from her almost fetal position on the floor, balancing her carefully on her knees before him. Noticing the growing bulge in his underpants, she looked away bashfully, her face reddening with shyness. Pulling down his boxers, his erect member sprang out at her, facing her directly. She clasped her eyes shut in awe; it appeared huge, much larger than her modest dildo stored in the naughty drawer. He gently grasped her chin and turned her face toward him again. She violently jerked her head to one side, thinking she’d just made a big mistake. He sighed, then walked back to his van while she knelt there still bound, wondering what he might have brought. He returned with rope, a posture collar, and a dental gag.

Oh god, she thought as the anticipation heated her up once more. She clasped her legs together. He strode over and quickly strapped on the black latex posture device, buckling it faster than she could realize what was happening. He’d practiced on mannequins specifically for this reason. He looped rope up over the crane hook and wrapped it around the space between her arms just above the small of her back and through a metal loop in the back of the collar. Not wanting her to try falling over during the process, since that wasn’t part of the plan, he won out by grabbing her throat just above the collar when she strained against it. This made her scream slightly so he could ram the gag into place. She felt like her jaw might dislocate with how wide he clamped it open but found relief as she finally relaxed before panic set in upon seeing his straining phallus couldn’t be avoided. Seeing her distress, he quickly grabbed a blindfold to ease her discomfort. She settled down somewhat, still writhing with anxiety. He didn’t want to push too far too soon. Holding his cock in one hand and her neck in the other, he gently tested the waters by sliding just the tip past her lips before letting the gag loosen slightly so she might enjoy more sensation. The taste was much better than her usual gag; salty yet sweet simultaneously, tasting exactly as expected. And to her? It tasted like sex.