F Campbell - Golden Wrists

Mrs. Latimer stood back and I could not be sure if she was examining her handiwork or Me. “You look absolutely charming, dear,” she praised sincerely. “I expect you’re curious.”

“Of course I am. In case you’re interested, I can’t move anything that matters.”

“Of course not, Diane, helplessness is of the essence. Have you ever been kept immobile for any length of time?”

“I’m afraid not. Is that what happens now?”

“I’m going to leave you now for a little while so you’ll have a chance to adjust. You can picture all sorts of horrors still to come. You’re not hurting, are you?”

“No. Except for my knees which you’ve stretched unnaturally apart. I can’t call it pain.”

“I’d like you to struggle, if you don’t mind. See what you can shake loose.”

Struggling wasn’t any crazier than the rest of the whole damned thing. I gave it all I had but managed nothing except to move my elbows a bit and make the one link, to my collar laugh metallically. “It’s no use,” I admitted, “you’ve got me foxed.”

For once being alone wasn’t all that bad. For all I knew this could be what she considered punishment. And if I were left long enough, I suppose that is what is would become. In the meantime I tried to figure out her next move. I cringed at thought of my breasts now on display and beyond my ability to protect. My arms had been drawn back just enough to make my favorite twins shockingly available.

My new owner did not leave me long alone. When she returned she was carrying something I at first mistook for a kitten but which turned out to be an active and affectionate skunk.

“Don’t be alarmed, Percy’s been deodorized. I’ll just pop him inside the little trap door you didn’t notice at the far end. He makes wonderful company.”

My stomach tied itself in knots of apprehension as I felt the furry tail and snout begin its first explorations of my person. Its owner went to the adjoining room wherein she keep the instruments for a maidens discomfort to return with a chair into which she carelessly reclined. “I’m going to sit and watch your face, dear,” she explained. “You’ve been an absolute delight so far. The last girl I fixed the way you’re fixed had to be beaten into submission. I want to see how you make out with Percy. If you feel strongly on the subject, I could exchange him for a few mice? Or a pet rat? Don’t bother to thank me.”

I gave no thanks, scarcely hearing her mockery. I could imagine the small wild thing with which I shared the box slowly exploring closer and closer to my private places. I also was speculating wildly on what he might do when he got there. Girls fear mice because of a silly notion they may get up inside us. But Percy was too big for such a notion, but had claws and a snout and a tongue, I suspected he had been used thus before because he took his time sniffing my legs and thighs on his way up. Realizing my features mirrored my thoughts, I gasped protestingly, “This isn’t punishment, it’s just plain horrible. Please, Valerie, get that thing out from between my legs.”

“You will address me as ‘Mistress’.”

“Please, Mistress, get that little beast out from between my legs. Please, please, please!”

“Don’t be silly, he likes it in there. Think of it, he’s got a lovely warm girl to himself.”

“Valerie ... I mean, Mistress, I’m frighten! He’ll eat me alive.”

“Struggle, dear, I love to watch you do that.”

For a while I forgot about Valerie as I concentrated against an enemy I could not see. I didn’t struggle because I’d been told, my struggles were terribly real but ineffectual. I was so damned helpless, the clamps and collar held me almost motionless. But in my struggles my breasts jiggled in a manner that I didn’t like but I’m sure was an interesting show.

“I’m so glad Andrew sent you to me. I can always rely on Andrew for something interesting. Please don’t feel I’m punishing you like a child today. Tomorrow I’ll whip you like an adult.”

By this time Percy had discovered the obvious. His first nuzzling brought froth a wail of anguish I could not contain. Once more I went into a frenzy of struggling that only made the steel by which I was held dig into my flesh.

I know nothing of the mating habits of the skunks, but my mind was vivid with imaginations about the half of me locked within the box and totally available for anything the skunk might want to do. As Percy thrust his snout against my sex, I screamed and screamed in horror, while Valerie Latimer watched and listened, loving everything I did.

It was a shrewd and clever torture, extracting the reactions of a girl who knew nothing of true possibilities. It was not until after my release that wounded wrists told me of just how hard I had fought. As Percy amused himself. I pleaded with agonized gasps, “Get me out of here! Whip me instead. Anything you want. He’s eating me alive!”

“I’m going to get a cup of coffee, dear, and I’ll bring you one.”

Valerie kissed my cheek and went away.

It should have been worse but wasn’t. Without watching eyes, I felt much less shame. But there was still Percy inside my box. By that time I had come to the hope that he would not eat me alive but content himself with sniffings and proddings with his snout. There were some tiny nippings and I could occasionally feel his tiny claws against my skin. I could not control the spasms of my flesh against this invasion, the limits of which it did not know. My sex proved to be his main interest, and he was soon licking parts of it with his tiny tongue. By the time Valerie returned I could show her only heaving breasts as evidence of what was going on below.

As Valerie held the coffee cup to one set of my lips. I could feel Percy shoving his snout between the lips of my sex.

“He enjoys your secretions,” Valerie said. “Enjoy him, he’s a real friend.”

Valerie kept me fastened as I was until Percy went to sleep. But before that his tiny tongue had found my most sensitive place and given it a good licking. It was a licking that created reactions in me I did not wish to have. My breathing became heavier, my breasts rose and fell with the panting. Little moans of pleasure escaped my lips as the excitement rose within my captive body. Finally I had to close my eyes to shut out the smiling face of Valerie Latimer. Even though I fought it. I was soon gripped by an orgasm of considerable proportions. With one loud cry and a stiffening of my body, I trembled into an unwanted and extremely shaming orgasm.

Percy must have been satisfied, too, for he curled up between my legs and went to sleep. Valerie was grinning when I opened my eyes again.

“I expect that’s all we’re going to get out of Percy for today,” she said consolingly. “I could get the mice or the rat, but I think it would be pretty much the same thing and I wouldn’t want you to be bored or think I was running short on ideas. I’ll let you loose.”

The lid of the box was withdrawn and Percy picked up, petted, and placed on the floor. My wrists were freed but only to pull them behind my back to lock them in the familiar grip of handcuffs. “I won’t trust you from now on,” Valerie explained. “I expect you’re obedient enough but why take chances! It’s nice for you, too, because it saves you from wondering if you should make a break for it or obey. I’ll get another chair and I’ll get you a fresh cup of coffee before we go on to number two. I might as well use you while I’ve got you. I’m pleased with you. Diane, you’re beautifully sensitive.”

Before I sat for coffee, my owner grasped a handful of my sex. I jumped.

“You don’t need to keep me handcuffed, Mistress. If you will let me have my hands, I’ll promise to be good.”