DrMurdock
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Dec 14, 2016
- Posts
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You're walking down the dark hall, the click-clack of your heels echoing off the walls as you find your way through the corridor. Ahead you see a rail of red light coming from a door left just ajar in the otherwise black gallery.
It's cold in here. How is it you came to be wearing so little? Can't remember.
As you push the door open, a wave of heat hits you as the red light washes through the open threshold. Inside you see me.
I'm blindfolded, and struggling against the restraints at my ankles and wrists. I pause at the sound of your gasp. The humidity in the room has turned my skin wet and gleaming, every muscle straining at the shackles. Following the droplets down my chest and abs with your eyes, you find the only part of me that appears unbound. It flexes and bobs, standing out from my body, and shining in the humid air.
Then you remember. I'm here for you.
What happens next?
It's cold in here. How is it you came to be wearing so little? Can't remember.
As you push the door open, a wave of heat hits you as the red light washes through the open threshold. Inside you see me.
I'm blindfolded, and struggling against the restraints at my ankles and wrists. I pause at the sound of your gasp. The humidity in the room has turned my skin wet and gleaming, every muscle straining at the shackles. Following the droplets down my chest and abs with your eyes, you find the only part of me that appears unbound. It flexes and bobs, standing out from my body, and shining in the humid air.
Then you remember. I'm here for you.
What happens next?
