Her warm skin on my cold wet flesh felt good, but I tried to think with my big head. I stood at a loss for words She abruptly let go with her hug, and with a super perky and excited voice asked “Do ya’ trust me!” I guess I really had to, so I nodded yes. She darted back to the front office, returning with an overnight bag of some sort. I was really concerned, was she planning on staying the night with me?

“Turn around and close you eyes” she said as she fiddled with the bag. I herd her rustling around with the items in the bag as some fell out and hit the floor. “Ooh, try this” she said as the sound of a bottle top being unscrewed met my ear. “Here, take it” she said as she tapped my arm. I popped one eye open to see what it was. I was a plastic cup, halfway full of a purple drink. I held it to my nose, it smelled like grape. I could tell by the way it moved that it was thicker than your average soda. “What is this?” I asked. “Don’t ask, just drink it, here I’ll drink one with you”. She reached around and tapped the plastic cups together. “Cheers!” she said as she downed hers. “Oh don’t be a puss and drink it! You said you trusted me.”

I tipped back the cup; it was sweet, really sweet like snow cone syrup. I asked what it was again, “Its loooove syrum!” she giggled. I heard her fumble around with the bag some more. “Ah ha!” she said with glee, “Hands behind your back punk!” she said in her most authoritative cop voice. I played along I felt the cold of steel on my wrists, it was real handcuffs! “I hope you have a key for those!” I said trying to mask my nervousness. “I do, but your gonna have to work for it.” She whispered in my ear in a sultry manner. She then put something else on my wrists next to the cuffs, then again on my ankles. She moved to my side and put something around my leg. I opened my eyes to see what it could be. She cinched up a wide leather strap around my upper thigh right up against my crotch, then again on the other. I turned to see what was on my ankles and wrists; they were black leather restraint cuffs.

“I said keep your eyes closed!” she commanded again as she reared back and slapped my hard across the ass. My throbbing erection stood straight up in attention. “Mmmm, you like that.” She said, noticing my increased state of arousal. Just after I closed my eyes again, I felt her swing again, this time slapping me right across the cock with a smack. I felt the impact, and jerked my hands forward instinctively to protect my manhood from further attack, but couldn’t from the handcuffs! My throbbing member began to sting from the slap. I opened my eyes to survey the situation SLAP again, this time straight down. I felt the tension in my skin as my dick flung downward, then back up to slap against my chest.

Do you want me to let you go?” She asked in a serious tone. I managed to grunt out a “NO” through my gritted teeth. “Then keep those eyes shut and relax” she instructed. She began to dig around in the bag again. “Here this will help.” She said as she pulled a black mask, similar to a sleeping mask, but heavier, over my head. She then stepped in the chain of the handcuffs to force my hands to my feet. She fiddles around with the restraints, hooking them together. I was on my knees, leaned way back. I tried to situate my self to distribute the weight evenly. “It’s no use, you are along for the ride now. You are ALL MINE” she said in a playful giggle.

I was a bit relieved that she wasn’t getting too serious. I wanted to enjoy it, not have to recover from it. I heard the truck door open, then close. “Stick your tongue out” she ordered. I complied, and again felt cold steel. She had retrieved the cock ring from the truck and had me wet it to help slide it on. I felt her tug, pull and tuck at my cock, trying to get the ring in place. She stopped momentarily. A few seconds later I heard the door on the ice machine slam shut. ZING! The sensation of the ice on my cock and balls was almost as intense as the slap. I wiggled and squirmed to try to escape the cold, but was immobilized by the straps. She again pushed and prodded, I felt one testicle pop thru, then the other.

I was gritting my teeth and my heart and lungs were racing, moaning at the intensity of the sensation. She then put something against my lips. “OPEN” she ordered as if I were an animal. I complied, though slowly. She placed a round rod of some sort between my teeth. “Bite down” The rod was a plastic like material. I felt her wrap something around my face and head; it was a strap to hold the rod in place. She then clicked something to the cock ring, and then put thick collar around my neck. I felt the coldness of a chain that ran from the collar to the ring lying against my chest.

Moments later, I heard the sound of the shops step ladder in front of me, then the rattling of something directly over my head. Kristi then unclipped the restraints and took off the handcuffs. “Stand up. Now’s your last chance to run, if you can.” I heard the sound of a rope being pulled over my head as I began to stand. I almost fell over, I only had the smallest of movement with my feet. The restraints were tied together and only allowed for small steps. As I stood, I felt my wrists being pulled up behind towards the ceiling. As they rose, I had to bend at the waist to keep my shoulders from hurting.

“Too late!” she laughed. I could hear her tying the rope to the heavy workbench. What strong sexual urge possessed this tiny gal to want to tie me up? I played along, wondering what would happen next, and hoping my curiosity wouldn’t kill me! Over the music, I could hear the click of her camera. She must have taken two dozed photos from all angles. I was relieved to have the mask on to obscure my identity. I tried to make a joke and tell her I wanted copies, but that bar in my mouth made it impossible to speak clearly. The clicking stopped; I could see the lights go out from the gaps around the corners of the mask, followed by the swish of the swinging door. A minute or two passed, nothing but the music. “Kristi? Kristi? KRISTI!” I tried to shout through the mouthpiece, but nothing. Several minutes passed, and again I tried “KRISTI! KRISTI!” I called out, but again nothing but the music and blinking colored lights from the DJ gear.

Another several minutes passed. I was trying to convince my self she had not left, that this wasn’t a prank. I had to be close to 3am by now. No one would hear me shout, no one would be here till Monday to find me. Maybe I’d get lucky and someone would come up Saturday and discover me. What would I tell them had happened? I began to pull at the rope, trying to free myself. I moved as far as I could in each direction, tying to feel if anything could help me get free. I bumped into the stepladder and it fell over with a crash. Surely if she were here she would come see what the noise was, but again nothing.
I began to feel heavy. My arms and legs were getting weak. It felt like I was being pressed towards the floor from all over.