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This is a sexual story copyrighted by me, Shon Richards, so
please don't make any money from it. I welcome, read and respond to
all e-mail at shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net Really. It makes my day
like you wouldn't believe. How come you haven't written already?
For more of my stories you can check out
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/ShonRichards/www/
Note, this story was originally posted in Ruthie's Club. And you
say I haven't written anything lately.
"Window Dressing"
By Shon Richards
Erica glistened. She was a sparkling jewel where the hot sun caressed
her bare skin. The perspiration ran down the insides of her bare arms
and the narrow space between her breasts. Blindfolded and set into the
opened window like a diamond, she had hours to appreciate her position
while she waited for Thomas to return home.
The beautiful plantation-style farmhouse stood on an open tract of land
surrounded by fields that stretched to the horizon. This was Thomas'
home, his since even before the marriage, but this room was hers. The
window, the highest in the house, was visible for miles. That was of
course, if anyone was even watching.
The wind rose and Erica felt it soothe her nipples and give her a
temporary respite from the hot sun. She was bound in Thomas' favorite
position-nude and suspended half-way out from the window by her arms,
which were pulled back and cuffed to the windowpane inside the house.
Her legs were bound tightly together with rope and then secured to
rings in the floor that prevented her from taking a single step or even
spreading her legs. Erica's long red hair was wrapped into a braid that
came down over her leather collar. A tiny silver chain linked her
collar almost invisibly to the inside of the house and it was taut
enough that Erica was forced to lean out at a forty-five degree angle.
The bondage was undetectable from the outside, and it appeared that
Erica was simply leaning, topless and blindfolded, from her window.
She moaned when the wind died down. She shifted in her bonds as she
tried to push more of her sweaty breasts into the failing wind, but the
straps her husband had installed held her tight. She knew he wouldn't
release her until she was exhausted and flushed from the sun. Until
then, he didn't want her falling out of the window, especially from
three stories up.
This was a fetish Erica wasn't sure she understood. She suspected he
convinced her to move to this home out in the middle of nowhere just so
he could play this game. On days like today, she became "Rapunzel in
her Ivory Tower," waiting for her prince to return from town, to charge
up the staircase and into her room, to growl the fantasy name in her
ear as he took her bound form from behind and repeated how much he
loved to pull up to his driveway and see his slut waiting for him like
a prize.
Suddenly, Erica heard a whistle and she froze. Sometimes the farmers in
the area cut through Thomas' property on their way to each other's
fields. What if one of those men was down there right now? Thomas often
hinted that the farmers gave him strange looks when he was in town, and
that some of them acted like they were dying to ask him about his Ivory
Tower. Erica was never sure if he was teasing her or not, and right
now, her mind was racing to remember if the whistle she just heard
sounded like a bird or an aroused farmer.
Erica listened. The whistle wasn't repeated, but she still couldn't
relax. She could feel a full body blush coming on as she pondered her
vulnerable position. Had one of them seen her? Maybe a young man or
perhaps an older man? Would he be shocked and run home to call the
sheriff? Or would he sit down and gawk?
Erica felt a tingling in her sex at that last thought. What if he was
sitting there right now? He could be sitting on the fallen tree Thomas
never cleared. For that matter, he could be sitting with his pants
around his ankles, masturbating furiously while he stared at his naked
Erica. She could be causing an orgasm right now and not even realize
it!
She shifted in her bonds and clenched her thighs tighter. Just the
thought of being an anonymous orgasm donor was turning her on. Her
thoughts multiplied and toyed with the permutations. Why stop with one
farmer when a whole group could be down there? An entire work crew of
farmers can be masturbating in silence as they watch the sweat fall
from her hard nipples. Maybe one of them will get frustrated with just
masturbating and force open the door to the house. While Thomas is in
town shopping, a gang of horny farmers could be fondling and fucking
her helpless body right now!
She rubbed her thighs together in frustration. "Hurry, Thomas," Erica
moaned uselessly. When Thomas left her like this her mind always
wandered toward the most deviant ideas. Being bound forced her to
explore avenues and fantasies she would never consider otherwise. When
she was blindfolded with only the sun and the wind to kiss her naked
body, erotic dreams were all she could think of.
Erica then wondered if Thomas was outside taking pictures again. He had
surprised her one morning by leaving a picture of her on her pillow
while she slept. She was shocked to suddenly see herself from his point
of view. She looked brazen, shameless, and golden in the sunlight. For
a brief moment she understood his game. Leaning out of the window she
was a symbol of power and beauty. Erica wondered what she was thinking
of when he took that picture and if he could read the fantasy in her
mind from the points of her nipples.
The door slammed and Erica trembled. She prayed it was Thomas, not one
of her wild ideas come to life. After a moment she heard footsteps on
the stairs. Closer and closer the steps came to her room and Erica's
heart pounded as her uncertainty grew. The steps were heavy enough for
a man, but which man?
Erica strained against her bindings. Would he fuck her hard this time,
bouncing her against the windowpane till he erupted in her sex? Or
would he sit beside her, calmly reading whatever he bought from town
and slowly tease her with strokes between her thighs. One day, he
simply untied her and brought her mouth to his cock. He ejaculated
strongly between her lips and then left her frustrated for the rest of
the day. Erica could feel her pussy throbbing as she remembered that
day. She promised herself she wouldn't let him get away without fucking
her today but she knew it was a lie. He was her Prince, and she was his
Captive Slut in her Ivory Tower. She wouldn't have it any other way.
The door to the room opened, and she heard the pad of feet approach
her. Erica wanted to say something to the unknown man but the rules
forbade it. She was Thomas' captive and completely at his mercy. If it
were Thomas, then she would be rewarded for obeying. If it wasn't, then
there really wasn't anything she could do.
A swish through the air told her the man had selected a paddle from the
wall and was practicing. Her heart pounded so hard she thought it would
leap from the window. It must be Thomas, she felt. A stranger would
have asked questions, she thought. A part of her wasn't so sure.
Perhaps the stranger saw her blindfolded in the window and guessed the
game she played. The stranger might feel entitled to use her as he
wished just because she was so vulnerable! Despite her fear or maybe
because of it, Erica could feel her sex begin to leak with desire.
She jumped as the first blow landed. Her breasts jiggled and her collar
tightened against her throat. The sudden shock of the blow stung hard
at first but slowly faded. That was when he hit her again.
The blows were hard but Erica could take them. Her buttocks flattened
under the force of the paddle and Erica knew that welts were forming on
her ass. The man struck both cheeks equally, tanning them to a golden
red till they glowed to his preference. Trapped as Erica was, she could
only twist and writhe in the smallest increments as he covered her
round ass in punishing spanks.
The trapped woman tried to guess if it was Thomas from the style of the
spanking but she was too excited to think straight. All she could think
about was the heat spreading across her skin. Her own desire was
clouding her judgment to the point that she almost wished it was a
stranger.
Erica was gasping when the spanking stopped. Her breaths were coming in
great gulps as she heard the man's pants drop to the floor. Despite the
burning on her ass she was smiling from ear to ear. Her tormentor had
to have her. He couldn't tease her any more.
He slipped his hard manhood between her bound thighs. The binding of
her legs together ensured the tight fit and she recognized Thomas'
gentle but steady penetration. Thomas sank himself into Erica slowly
and Erica moaned as he opened her. The bliss of being filled added to
the burning sensation of his stomach when it pressed against her sore
buttocks. Erica was literally in a state of heaven.
"Erica," Thomas whispered as he fucked her ever so slowly. "They're
watching you right now."
Erica gasped. Whether it was from the fucking or his words she couldn't
say. "Who?" she demanded but she could guess.
"The farmers, I didn't catch their names," Thomas said calmly as he
continued to fuck her. He didn't mind her breaking her silence. The
long, even strokes were obliterating her thought processes but she
struggled to question him.
"You're lying," she said, but even she realized how unconvincing she
sounded.
Thomas laughed. "How can you be sure?"
Erica moaned as Thomas picked up the pace. His stomach slapped against
her buttocks while his balls bounced against her bound thighs. He was
using the hard pace she loved so much. No, he was using the pace she
craved but all she could think about was if she was really being
watched.
"I can quit and let you free," Thomas offered between grunts.
She knew he would. Erica always had that freedom. One word and he would
release her with no hard feelings. He might even make love to her.
Thomas had done it before and she knew he would do it again.
Erica said nothing and Thomas continued to pound her. How could she?
Being his Rapunzel was her gift to him and if he wanted to show his
gift to strangers, then that was his right.
He drove his cock into her faster, grabbing hold of her braid for
support. Erica moaned as he pulled hard on her braid, tilting her head
and exposing her collar to her possible watchers. She hoped they
appreciated the sight of her jiggling breasts. Erica hoped they could
see the sweat fly from her body with every thrust. The Captive Slut
hoped they were jerking off into the lawn at the sight of treasure they
could never have.
His climax was fast and passionate. Her own climax followed and she
screamed her pleasure to the outside world. Thomas kept fucking her,
invigorated as much as she was by the exhibitionism. Erica simply took
his fucking, climaxing several times again before he had his second and
final orgasm.
Later, he took her blindfold off before releasing the rest of her sore
body. Erica didn't see anyone outside but that didn't prove anything.
As he freed her limbs, Erica noted how completely sated and alive she
felt. She also saw the smile on Thomas' face.
Erica didn't ask him if he was lying or not. It didn't matter. She was
his Princess and in the Ivory Tower, fantasy was as good as the truth.
The end.
edited by Celia Batau and Ruthie
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