Theirs

I hear them walking up the stairs. I rush to put on the blindfold and stand in position before they walk through the door. As soon as I spread my legs and tilt my head back I hear the door open. I can’t see because of the blindfold but I hear walking and soft talking. The word “stomach” drifts over to me and I know they’re talking about my weight. I can sense them near me. I feel hands running down my back, pinching and poking at my stomach and thighs. I hear them laugh and tears form in my eyes. “Open your mouth, stick out your tongue”, he says. I do so and he attaches 3 clips to my tongue. They continue to examine me, poking fingers into me, squeezing my nipples, talking and laughing. I can’t swallow and saliva starts dripping down my chin. This results in more laughter. Nipple clamps get attached and a collar and leash are put around my neck. A hand smacks my ass and I lose my balance and stumble. There’s a yank on the leash and I’m pulled to my knees. I half crawl, half get dragged into the bedroom. There is another pull on the leash and I scramble to my feet. I’m shoved onto the bed and told to lay on my back. My legs are spread and leather straps are put on my ankles and the bed legs. They do the same to my arms. I’m now tied down spread eagle. I’m naked, but have on a collar and leash, nipple clamps and the clips on my tongue. Saliva has been dripping down my face. This is the first time either of them have seen me completely naked. I feel totally exposed. Worse than when I was standing earlier. I try to bring my legs together to cover myself, but the straps are tight and secure. I feel someone touching my pussy, spreading my lips. I’m so uncomfortable. It’s been so long since someone has been this close to me. I feel self conscious. They’re whispering and I know they are talking about me and judging me. I hear a click and realize that they’re taking pictures of me like this. I try to cry out. I don’t want pictures! Who will see them? What will they do with them? The camera clicks some more then there is silence. The nipple clamps are taken off. Then the clips are removed from my tongue and I’m able to swallow quickly before a gag is put in my mouth and strapped around my head. They continue to talk and laugh as they work, but I’m too nervous to really pay attention to what is being said. “This is going to hurt” she says. “Get ready.” I tense, but nothing can prepare me for the hit of the leather strap across my chest. I cry out and struggle but the straps hold. There is no build up, no chance to get used to the pain, to enjoy it.