At the Mercy of a Stranger

'What a complete waste of time all that was' she thought to herself. And she was right.

She had spent many hundreds, of dollars over the years on these items that she had probably only ever worn once if at all.

They were the futile attempts at pleasing a string of useless un-appreciative men. Assholes that couldn't even get it up at the best of times anyway.

Angela would open the box and make her choices later on in the evening, but for now, the entire day was hers and she wasted no time in switching on the TV and catching up on all the trashy soap operas that she had never seen because she was always at work.

As much as she tried, she just couldn't relax. The thought of what she would be doing later that night was always looming in the back of her mind.

Fear and adrenalin seemed to grow with each hour.

It was 7.45 pm before she stepped into the shower and shaved a week's worth of hair growth from her legs. Despite her lack of exercise lately they still looked toned and shapely and she allowed herself a slight feeling of pride.

Her tummy was another story. That tiny little bulge that had bothered her all her life had only gotten worse in the last couple of years and it needed to be hidden at all costs.

Grooming had become non-existent for her. An impressive growth of pubic hair covered her crotch and it presented her with a dilemma.

In the end there was nothing for it but to run the razor over her mound and lose it all.

The shower drain soon clogged up with sandy blonde locks of pubic hair and for the first time in years she was now smooth and hairless.

Angela now had to figure out how she was going to present her best assets. She stood in a fluffy white bathrobe and for the first time that day she opened the 'box of shame'.

It was already 9pm now and Angela found that the fear in her stomach was becoming unbearable.

Along with the fear came a glimpse of something old but familiar. A faint feeling of arousal was pushing and probing at her. It made hear heart beat a little faster but it was nothing she couldn't handle or control.

She pulled the first item out of the box. It was a sheer black dress that looked impossibly small. She never would have dared to wear it in public. It was small for a reason. The thin lycra type material was made to stretch tight over every curve and contour exposing everything. It had a plunging neck and a hemline that ended about two inches above her knees.

She hesitated for just a moment before laying it on the bed and then moving on.

It was true that Angela had nothing to lose now, but even so, she took a deep breath when she removed the selection of sheer bras and tops from the box.

She knew what the obvious choice was but it still made her nervous. Most of them were nice respectable 'push-up' bras but the item she had in mind was anything but respectable.

It was a lace corset that fastened up the front.

It was perfect. It would hold in her tummy and give her an hour-glass figure. The corset also had one other interesting effect. It held up her breasts but didn't cover them, it just made them sit up and her exposed nipples poke out.

'God I would have made a great whore' she thought to herself with some satisfaction.

Next she removed a selection of panties from the box and this time Angela wondered if she was about to take things a little too far.

Of course they were all sheer and sexy but again there was one obvious choice. The black lace pair with a huge slit up the crotch. She remembered those as being the most successful item in the box. She had worn those a record breaking three times before. Every time brought instant success.

'Well I guess I have to wear these" she thought to herself, actually allowing herself to get turned on by the thought.

The last items were easy and a no-brainer for Angela. Black garter belt and stockings and a set of black heels to finish.

Easy choice.

10pm had arrived and Angela found herself staring into a full length mirror.

She didn't recognise the woman staring back at her.

Underneath the tight black dress her corseted body had been cinched into the perfect hourglass shape and she could not remember ever looking this way before.

It's true that she might have let herself go a little lately but there seemed to have been some positive side-effects from her increased weight too.

Her breasts spilled over the top of the corset and the sheer material of the dress outlined her nipples which seemed to be growing more prominent by the second.

Her waist was cinched as small as the corset would allow which only just made her ample rump flare out to even more impressive proportions. Her rear end now took on the shape of a deliciously firm peach.

A hint of garter could be seen just below the hem of her dress and the black heels she wore just made her ass sit up even more, if that was actually possible.

'I look like a buxom big-titted slut' she thought to herself. As soon as those words crossed her mind they seemed to resonate somewhere inside her.

Angela was starting to feel again and she was liking what she felt.

Even if this night turned out to be a nightmare it would still all have been worth it because of that moment. If it all ended here she would at least have that.

She stole one last look in the mirror and nodded approvingly. She then put on a long formal coat and walked out the front door to her waiting taxi. She was scared beyond words, but that was okay. She was starting to feel different and tonight had already been the best night she could remember in a long time.

It was 11pm and Angela now stood in front of a plain wooden door. She was on the fourth floor of one of the most expensive apartment buildings in town.

She stared transfixed at an envelope that had been taped to the front of that door.

It had her name on it.

She was shaking now. She thought hard about turning around and going back home, but something deep inside her drove her on. Something much stronger than fear propelled her forward.

She opened the envelope and began to read her instructions.

"Miss Angela,

Thank-you for attending. You will find the door is open. When you enter you will see an empty chair in the middle of the room. Enter, go straight to the chair and sit. There will be a blind-fold beside the chair. Put it on. You will not be permitted to speak unless instructed to. You are, however allowed express yourself non-verbally (such as whimpering or moaning) when the need arises."

'God this is it' she thought almost in a panic. She was scared but also excited beyond words. Her excitement was not in the form of arousal yet, but it was close to that feeling.

Nervous, electric, exhilarating.

She opened the door, and with a pounding heart crossed the threshold into the unknown world beyond.

The room echoed hollowly as the door shut firmly behind her.

What she saw didn't give her any more clues as to what was about to happen. It was a large empty space cloaked in darkness. A central light shone down into the middle of the room and a sturdy wooden chair was the only thing the light touched.

Everything beyond that circle of light quickly faded into inky blackness, making it virtually impossible to see what lay beyond.

She remembered what the note had said. She was not allowed to speak. She stood in silence for a moment then.

Once more the thought of turning around and going back home crossed her mind. It was a debate that lasted only a second or two before her resolve began to strengthen.

Try as she might, she just couldn't see anyone or anything in the gloom beyond the light, but she knew almost instinctively that she was not alone.

What Angela felt and what she knew, was that a pair of eyes was watching her closely. She shook with nerves as she let the coat she was wearing fall open and slide down her body to the floor.

She heard the smallest noise escape from the darkness as the coat fell and it sent a shiver down her spine.

She looked down toward the floor and saw what he must have reacted to.

Her sheer black dress and coat had provided virtually no barrier against the frigid night air on the taxi ride from her apartment.

The sharp contours of very erect nipples now clearly punctuated her ample breasts through the thin material.

'Christ he must think I'm a total slut' Angela couldn't help but think then. To her own surprise it was a thought that was not entirely unpleasant.

Angela walked with timid steps toward the chair and she sat down as instructed. Beside the chair on the floor was a black, silk blind-fold and she carefully and slowly fastened it in place.

The darkness and silence that followed was almost unbearable. The sound of her own breathing magnifying until all she could hear was the sound of her own nervous gasps.

Her chest heaving and her lungs working harder than they needed to. The feel of that tight corset squeezing her body rhythmically as her diaphragm expanded and contracted.

Then, seconds later, the sudden sound of loud footsteps approaching in front of her.

Exciting and terrifying all at once.

'Oh Jesus', her mind blurted out with a sudden fear that passed through her like a rogue wave.

"Greetings Miss Angela" a strong, confident sounding voice spoke. "I'm so glad you were able to make it".

A brief pause followed giving her just enough time to process that all of this was real.

The man who now stood in front of her was also very real. He had a voice and she had heard him speak those words......they were the first words from a total stranger who, in all likely-hood, was mere moments away from fucking her like a cheap whore.

Just the very idea of that happening was arousing her in ways she couldn't quite understand or counter.

She flinched in nervous surprise when she felt his first touch. It was on part of her body that she wasn't expecting at first but within moments its purpose would become clear.

She felt something soft wrapping around her left ankle. It wasn't till she tried to move it that she realized that it had been tied and secured to the front left leg of the chair.

The same thing was done to her right ankle as it was secured to the other leg of the chair.

That mystery man standing in front of her was probably getting a great view up her skirt right about now. A thought that was just one of many swirling around her head at that moment.

Strong and confident hands guided her arms behind the chair until her wrists were crossed over and then bound together.

Within mere moments Angela had been tied and secured to that chair.

Helpless, alone and now truly at the mercy of a man she had never even seen. Her heart continued to beat faster than it had in a very long time and the adrenalin coursing through her veins began to make her shake terribly.

Without any warning at all he began working on her in earnest.

There were no words, just the sudden sensation of soft fingers against her skin. All thought of protest soon giving way to her own growing arousal.

Out of the darkness had come the caresses. Soft hands sliding over her body and then fingernails raking over intimate, sensitive terrain.

His searching fingers gliding over her nipples through the sheer fabric keeping them hard and sensitive.

And then, the feeling of cool air hitting her skin when he pulled down her low cut top and exposed her full breasts.

There was something very different about this man. He didn't simply stampede toward the 'greatest hits collection' of the female anatomy as most men invariably did.

His fingers danced over subtle and erotic areas first before moving toward zones of heat that would escalate Angela's condition to almost desperate status.

Then a soft kiss on the back of her neck migrating to the sensitive flesh of her earlobe. Next, a gentle bite on her shoulder at the base of her neck.

Fingers now circling the delicate flesh of her breasts before being replaced by lips and tongue.

A beautiful and persistent torture making her want to cry out.

And...finally after countless minutes, a dramatic change.

The harsh bite of clenched fingernails digging into both of her nipples. A new sensation that was almost startling.

"Fuuhh!" Was Angela's immediate non-verbal response. A result of her mind screaming "Fuck!" and her mouth then stifling that word just before it's completion.

The resulting sharp pain in her nipples then producing a reaction from her own body that she didn't expect or fully understand.

A resulting throb in her crotch as if it had somehow been hard-wired to her nipples. Then her own tell-tale shudder that telegraphed that pleasure to a man who saw it and understood immediately.

"So....little miss princess has a weakness for nipple play.....interesting." the satisfaction in his voice was unmistakable.

"Let's explore that shall we?"

This apparrent new 'weakness' as he had put it was news to her. She couldn't really recall getting off on it in the past...but then again...nobody in the past had ever treated her quite like this man was treating her now, and he was only just getting started.

Angela was in no doubt that she really was his play-thing. Tender and yet cruel in all the right ways. He was clearly going to take his time with her.

She heard his footsteps trail off toward the dark side of the room.

There were faint noises and then an unfamiliar jangling sound that made her desperate to see what he was doing.

Those loud footsteps approached her once more.

Moments later a new sensation against her skin. It confused her at first before recognition finally set in.

The gentle drip drip drip of ice cold water striking her skin. Those tiny droplets hitting her lips and then moving down to her exposed breasts.

Next came the subtle and persistent teasing of each droplet striking first one nipple and then the other.

An erotic water torture that was driving her insane with each drop.

A slow delicious feeling of those water droplets then pooling together and sliding down her body.

But...this had only just been a prelude to what was about to happen.

The electric jolt of an ice-cube sliding over one of her very erect and sensitive nipples.

A sudden moan escaped Angela's lips then. The ice cold series of shocks making her tremble and shiver.

Even though she was blind-folded she squeezed her eyes tightly shut and bit hard on her lower lip as the teasing continued.

She felt a little dizzy and she exhaled hard.

The ice cube was abruptly removed and replaced by the hot lips and tongue of her mystery tormentor. A momentary over load of feeling swept her then.

"OH FUCK" Angela rasped as she spoke for the first time. A lapse of control that she wasn't even aware of at first.

"You just broke the first rule" The man said softly. "But I understand and I will even be merciful this time."

Once more she heard his footsteps trail off before returning.

"Open that pretty mouth Angela, I think this will help you".

Nervously she obeyed.

As she opened her mouth she immediately felt something smooth being eased past her lips. Moments later her mouth felt full. Next came a subtle pressure at the back of her head accompanied by the sound of a buckle being fastened.

Angela swirled her tongue around something large and smooth that now filled her mouth completely. She knew without being told exactly what had just happened.

"First time wearing a Ball-gag?" the voice asked coldly?

She nodded feeling a new kind of fear start to creep over her.

"Don't be alarmed Angela, trust me, it's better this way. You don't have to control yourself. You can scream and swear and cry out all you like. With that ball-gag in your mouth it'll all sound the same anyway."

He really did have every angle covered it seemed.

A mental picture shot through her head of what she must look like right now. She saw a bound, blind-folded slut with a ball-gag in her mouth, and it wasn't just any slut, it was her.

The fear was easing now but the adrenalin was worse than ever. She felt herself jolt slightly when once more an ice cube slid across one of her nipples. Only moments later that hot feeling again as his lips and tongue took over.

She couldn't help but whimper into her gag and the sound of her own muffled voice now sounded unfamiliar and almost dirty.

And then......all of a sudden.......there was nothing. He wasn't touching her anymore and he wasn't speaking either.

He was watching silently now and she could feel his eyes practically burning a hole through her.

What was he waiting for? A signal or a sign perhaps?

He let her linger in that darkness for the longest time before he finally broke the silence, his calm steady voice echoing back at her from the void.

"I'm going to give you a choice now Angela. Either we step this up a notch or I untie you and you walk out that door. The choice is yours and it's important that you know that."

Her heart raced as he spoke those words. Intelligent and calculating. He seemed to understand that giving her a choice would only just make what happened next that much more intense.

"Well........Do you want to leave?" He said matter of factly.

Without hesitation she shook her head.

"So you're ready for the next step?" He replied.

She nodded.

She heard his footsteps. He was in front of her now and he was close.

She felt his hands on her knees and it made her want to cry out.

Next came the firm pressure of his hands against her as he eased her legs apart just a little further.

He didn't stop.

Her legs now parting wider and wider still until she felt the tendons in her groin stretch as far as they would go.

Her crotch was now fully exposed and on display for him.

Angela's mind suddenly recalled the crotch-less panties she had chosen that day and she knew he must have been able to see everything.

Sure it had seemed like a good choice at the time, but there was no denying that she probably just looked like a desperate slut now. More than likely he would waste no time in telling her so.

He began to speak.

"Y'know most women are a little shy when I put them through this for the first time, but not you. You show up in crotch-less panties and with your tits on display."

Instantly she felt embarrassed but he continued to speak.

"Thank-you for following my instructions so well Angela. You really have excelled. You are clearly different from the rest......special."

Her embarrassment instantly faded and she felt a wave of satisfaction from his words. She was somehow different from the rest. She was special and she actually believed him when he said it.

His hands were still in place and holding her legs apart with a subtle but firm pressure.

"When I start moving my hands you're going to try to keep those legs as wide as you can. Understand?"

"Uh-huh" Angela breathed through the gag.

Suddenly she was aware of movement. His fingers inching up her inner thighs with a deliberate slowness that was almost torture.

Slowly.

Mercilessly.

Scratching and teasing their way towards her crotch. His fingers playing across her sensitive flesh.

Closer.

Closer.

'Oh God' Angela repeated over and over in her head as she willed those fingers on and she prayed he wouldn't stop.

Closer still.

His fingers now rasping at the delicate crease of flesh that marked the end of her thighs and the beginning of her crotch.

Bracing for that moment when his fingers finally touched her womanhood. Longing for it.

And then, at the very moment before he would have made contact she felt him lightly dig his fingernails into her flesh and drag them slowly all the way back to her knees.

Her own tortured groan was immediately stifled by the ball-gag.