The view from the
balcony was always interesting. The city’s parks were just visible in the
distance providing a backdrop of bright spring greens between buildings. Even
the ever present sound of the bustling city was subdued from this height. As I
stood, drinking coffee and watching people milling around like colourful ants,
I cast an eye over the other buildings around me. The towering glass structure
nearest had only recently opened and it was still a novelty to see lights on in
the windows though most of the building was currently dark.
A flicker in the
corner of my eye caught my attention as a light came on in one of the rooms
opposite. It was in one of the new apartments that contained little furniture
besides a large leather sofa, a huge plasma TV and a massive four poster bed
that looked very out of place in such a modern building. I was beginning to
wonder why the lights had come on when the door opened and a couple walked in.
He was wearing a suit and she was wearing a short, brightly coloured dress that
left little to the imagination even from this distance. Unable or unwilling to
look away I watched as she stopped in the middle of the room while he walked
around her, inspecting her the way a mechanic would a new car. He said
something and she released the fastenings on her dress, letting it fall to the
floor.
I felt a guilty thrill
as I watched her step out of the dress and stand beside it, naked, while he
picked it up and laid it neatly on the sofa. Taking something from his jacket
pocket he approached her and reached up to stroke her cheek affectionately. He
fastened the object, clearly a necklace of some kind around her neck and
stepped back allowing me a clear view. I admired her body through the window,
as she stood subserviently, dressed in nothing but the black collar he’d given
her. I felt my body betraying excitement at viewing the illicit scene but I
stayed still, letting the action unfold before me.
He led her through to
the bedroom where she climbed onto the bed and lay on her back in the centre of
the mattress, arms and legs outstretched towards the bed posts. Transfixed I
watched as he opened a concealed door and took out a handful of silk scarves.
Laying them on the bed beside her with almost reverential care he proceeded to
tie them one at a time between her outstretched limbs and the posts. She lay,
silent and serene as he deftly tied her. In his hands he held a final scarf and
he kissed her tenderly on the lips before fastening it over her eyes.
Wondering what he
would do next I kept watching, my arousal growing as I spied guiltily on her
bound and helpless form. The man returned to his concealed cupboard and
extracted a small wooden box that he took over to the bed. Taking his time, I
assumed he was talking to her as he began to take objects from it. From my
distant vantage point I couldn’t make out the objects and I briefly considered
grabbing my binoculars to get a better view but I knew that if I moved they'd
see me and the spell would be broken.
The man began to
massage her breasts, rubbing and squeezing them. I could see clearly what he
was doing as he pinched her nipple and pulled it, stretching her breast
upwards. As he released it his other hand reached in and applied something
metallic that I guessed had to be a clamp. Her back arched at the sensation as
he squeezed and tugged on it, checking it was firmly fixed in place before
repeating the process with her other nipple.
I maintained my
position but began to rub my stirring cock through my trousers, enjoying the
show. The next object he extracted from the box was clearly identifiable, a
large purple vibrator. He fiddled with it, adjusting the settings until he
found one that he was happy with and began to run it over her body. Starting at
her neck, he moved the tip of the toy across her body, making her muscles tense
so that she visibly pulled against her bindings. Working methodically, he
worked down her body, circling her breasts with measured care before removing
the clamps and applying the vibrating tip to her sensitised nipples, amplifying
the sensations as blood flowed back into the tender flesh. Her back arched as
intense sensations shot through her like a bolt of electricity.
The toy continued
moving down until it reached the smooth flesh just above her thighs. He seemed
to hesitate, bypassing the obvious target of her pussy, teasing and tickling
her thighs instead. I smiled as she squirmed, pulling the scarves tight as she
tried to wriggle away from his touch but failing. When he finally applied the
toy to the slick entrance of her pussy I could almost hear her cry out as her
thighs tried in vain to clamp tight around the purple shaft. He’d tied the
scarves well and they held her legs immobile. She had no way of physically
stopping him as he manoeuvred the toy until it slipped easily into her. With
the toy ceaselessly vibrating inside her he stood up, kissed her on the lips
and left the room. I watched, impressed at his discipline as he sat on the sofa
and switched on the TV, leaving her writhing around the toy on the bed.
Turning from the
cityscape I entered my apartment and went into the bedroom. Throwing open the
curtains I flooded the room with bright light.
“You’ll never believe
what I’ve just seen happening across the road, Kitten. It’s given me a few
ideas and I’ll tell you all about it once I’ve released those bindings”
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