The Conservatory
by Vanessa Evans
What happened when we got a new conservatory.
When Jon went to work he left me restrained, spread-eagle to the
punishment bed with a blindfold on. Before he had done that, he had
attached a big lump of ice from the freezer to the cord of the roller
blind on the window. He put a bucket under it to catch all the drips
and told me that it would take about 3 hours for it to melt
sufficiently enough for the blind to roll up so that anyone could see
into the room. That meant that in 3 hours and for the rest of the
day, any and all of the workmen who were working on the roof of the
conservatory, would be able to see me tied to the bed naked with my
legs spread wide and I wouldn't be able to see them.
Those 3 hours were a killer. On the one hand I was so helpless, and
was frightened what the men might do when they saw me and on the
other hand the excitement was tremendous, my juices were soaking the
bed.
I had been listening to the men outside and come to the conclusion
that they were again 2 different men. They sounded youngish, but it
was difficult to tell. I heard the blind go up when the ice melted
and waited for some indication that I had been spotted. It took what
seemed like hours before I heard one of them say "Here Ben, come
and have a look at this." My heart was pounding, I felt
frightened but excited. It's one thing walking around naked and
talking to strange men, but it's certainly another thing being
tied-up and have absolutely no defence against them if they decided
to do something to me.
"Bloody hell!" was Ben's reply. And then "remember
what the boss said, we'll get sacked if we touch her." His mate
then said, "but he didn't say anything about photographs did he
and I've got a camera in the van." A short while later I heard a
camera clicking and winding on. After about 3 shots Ben's mate said,
"let's go inside and take some more." A couple of minutes
later I heard the bedroom door open and heavy breathing before 3 more
photos were taken. Then the film rewound. Ben's mate said, "I'm
off to buy another film" then I heard the van's engine start.
Was Ben still in the room with me or not? there was silence for a
couple of minutes then I heard the zip on a pair of jeans being
opened. 'Oh no I thought, he's going to fuck me,' but he didn't, I
felt his breath on my very wet pussy, but he didn't touch me. Then I
heard the rhythmic movement of clothes. He was wanking. Was he going
to shoot his load over me, perhaps onto my pussy? I was laying there
rigid with my pussy getting wetter and wetter listening to him
wanking, wondering what he was going to do and wishing that I could
see what he was doing. In the end he moaned a couple of times and
that was it.
When his mate came back they took a lot more photographs and just
before it all went quiet, I heard Ben's mate say "that'll give
the lads down at the pub something to talk about." Photos of me
naked, spread-eagle tied to a bed were going to be passed round a pub
in Derby. The thought excited me, but I was wondering if any of the
people who saw them would recognise me and say something. I really
wanted to cum, but there was nothing that I could do. I also wanted
to go for a pee but…
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