Free Sold by Jaymie Holland

“Put your arms through your
legs and touch your ankles.”
    She had no idea what he meant.
    He took one of her arms by her wrist and
moved it down so that it was between her thighs. And then he forced
her to move her arm down more, which caused her to have to lie on
her shoulder. Then he locked her wrist to her ankle he did the same
with her other wrist and ankle.
    She was in the most vulnerable position she
had ever been in her life. She couldn’t move anything, her ass was
up in the air, and her thighs spread wide.
    “How are you feeling?” He stroked her
shoulder. “Do you like being my toy to do whatever I want to?”
    She nodded, her cheek rubbing against the
mat, her hair over her face. It was all so bizarre yet it was
amazing how it felt to be his toy.
    He palmed her butt cheeks. “Look at this fine
ass. I should take you just like this. Would you like that?”
    Yes…she would love it.
    She nodded and groaned. “Uhummph.”
    “You’ll have to wait a little longer for
that.” He patted her ass. “But, I have something else in mind that
you will love.”
    She couldn’t see anything but she heard a
buzzing sound and then something placed against her pussy. A
vibrator. Not just any vibrator but the mother of all vibrators.
One that was so amazing she was sure she was going to come almost
at once.
    “How is that?” He moved the vibrator over her
clit. “Do you like that?”
    She nodded. She looooved it. She could feel
an orgasm charging forward, coming closer and closer—
    “Don’t come, Christy,” he said. “Not until I
give you permission.”
    Again? Is he crazy—?
    The vibrator stopped. “Can’t have you coming
too soon.”
    No. Don’t stop. She wanted to scream. That
was the third time he had denied her an orgasm. All she could do
was make sounds behind the gag that made no sense. Her body
throbbed, her clit so sensitive that it seemed like the slightest
touch would set it off. He continued to bring her close to orgasm
and then stopping before starting again. Her groans of excitement
told him when to back off.
    After five minutes of the little orgasm
denial game, he unlocked her wrists from her ankles and relief made
her limp. Still she needed an orgasm so badly that her body felt
like she might come undone.
    She felt lightheaded as he helped her to her
feet and directed her to the toy wall again. There he took off her
wrist and ankle cuffs and replaced them with different kinds of
cuffs that she had seen before but couldn’t remember where. He also
put a wide belt around her waist then added thigh cuffs. There were
big O-rings on everything.
    He went to another drawer and took out a hair
tie then returned and jerked her head back as he gathered her hair
in a tight ponytail.
    When he finished, he grabbed her ponytail and
pulled her head back as he kissed her at the corner of her mouth,
and he pressed his rigid cock against her belly.
    Then he led her over to the corner where the
black ropes were hanging down from the pulleys. Now she remembered
where she had seen the special cuffs. They were suspension
cuffs.
    He guided her toward the ropes that hung over
a mat then paused to trail kisses along her jaw to her ear. He
nipped her ear and her entire body felt like it was a mass of
nerves, and every touch sent sensations straight between her
thighs.
    “Lie on your belly on the mat,” he said as he
drew away.
    When she was lying facedown, he pulled her
arms back and attached her wrist cuffs to her ankle cuffs in a
hogtie. Then he started attaching ropes with heavy clips to the
cuffs, including her thighs and her waist and he added a torso
harness also.
    What was he going to do now? Her heart beat
faster. She loved the anticipation, the wondering. Trusting
him.
    “I love how you are handling everything.” He
caressed her shoulder and kissed the top of her head before getting
up.
    He went to the wall and pressed a button. She
caught her breath as the pulleys raised her up, slowly, until she
was