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This is not what Nikki was expecting but it shouldn’t really be a surprise. The loaf of banana bread in her hands, a little gift, seems naively inappropriate as the metal door clanks close behind her. The written directions wrapped around the apartment key had told her to silently walk into the middle of the atrium and wait. So, that is what she’s done.The space is well appointed if somewhat strange. Three imposing doors stand closed on her left and at the far end of the room, there is an opening to what looks like the main living space. The only light in the otherwise windowless hall comes from this area, where she assumes He is. She wants to go to it and find Him but that is probably a bad idea. Instead, she fixes her eyes on the abstract painting directly in front of her: a fight of red and black and gray oils slashed across an enormous canvas framed in concertina wire. Not exactly “Colonial Living” she smirks to herself.“Who is this?” It is Him, that voice that owns her but it comes from a speaker, somewhere in the atrium. Her skin sparkles to life.“It’s Nikki.” she laughs at the absurdity of the question. Who the Hell else would be showing up at the specific time He’d asked her to?“In this space, there is no Nikki.”Her shoulders sag a bit. She’s pissed him off, she can hear that. The banana bread was such a bad idea. He just isn’t like that. At all.Still up for the game though, she has an idea on how to handle this. “What would you like to call me in this space?”“Cunt.” His voice comes from a speaker over her shoulder. That word is like a punch to the jaw, does it have to be that?“If that’s what you want. Call me ‘Cunt.’” She tries to sound casual.From another speaker, now in front of her, “Cunt, remove your clothes.”And so, for her it begins, that definitive step, the acknowledgment in the command that the purpose of the play is ultimately carnal. If she’s naked, she knows, that no matter what He does to her, she will be satisfied. Satisfied in a way that nothing else in her life before him, compares to.Placing her baked gift on the floor, Nikki slips off her heels, lifts her dress over her head, undoes her bra and slips out of her thong. Clothes in a neat pile, she stands up straight, Escort Esenyurt puts her shoulders back intentionally raising her lovely, little tits and sticks her chin out for what comes next. If He’s in charge, at least she knows her body pleases him. Standing in the space, she thrills to think of Him unseen watching her like this. Maybe His cock is in His hand.Somewhere unseen, a fan kicks in and cool air drifts against her nakedness. Looking for a camera hidden on the walls or in the ceiling, she feels that need to connect with Him, to feel just a little bit of His humanity for a moment.“This is an inspection.” Another speaker, my God, He’s spent a lot of time setting this up.“An inspection?” The idea of His scrutiny is a welcome concept.“Yes. Do not move, Cunt. Stand perfectly still.”Her confidence cracks a bit, it’s oh so difficult to feel sure of the direction he might take.One of the doors to her left and behind her creaks open with a Medieval heaviness. Nikki tingles with anticipation, loves the way this mystery makes her feel. Whisper quiet, naked feet on the marble floor approach her. But something is wrong. It doesn’t really sound like the cadence of His walk. The threat that someone else is in the room crashes through her mind. This is not something she’s ready for. She starts to turn her head and the PA system barks: “Cunt!” She freezes. “Do not FUCKING move.”He’s so mean. But, why is someone else in here, seeing her like this? Tears are part of this loaded relationship and today is no exception, they roll off her cheeks, dropping onto her chest. Trying to stifle the emotion, she takes deep, syncopated breaths to help her hold on to some part of herself. It’s very scary to have this other person in the room.Woomffff.The world goes black as a hood is rushed over head. The feet behind her squeak on the marble floor as the excess material is gathered at the back of her neck and secured by what sounds like a zip tie. Inside it’s humid and warm, a stark contrast to the air on Nikki’s chilly skin.Needless to say, she’s petrified but helpless to protest.“Are you ready for the inspection?” There must be sixteen speakers in this place, every time Etiler escort He’s coming from another part of the room. The effect is so disorienting but, my God, that voice makes her want to cum.With serious misgivings on what the “inspection” might entail, Nikki manages to squeak out a “yes” through the very dark fabric. Her stomach screws into a puzzle of apprehension and excitement. The challenge is to trust but the introduction of strangers just might be more than she can handle.“Good.” He’s cold as the air surrounding her.Another door opens, and quick, light, feet trot across the floor. Nikki is taunted by the reality of now two people witnessing and contributing to her vulnerability. Who are they? What do they think of her? Her body? A far darker, more complicated thought, hammers through her mind: what could they possibly do to it? With a childlike sense of unfairness she wonders, “Why can’t it just be the two of us?”Despite the turmoil, it feels like there’s a little bit of eagerness running down the inside of Nikki’s thigh.“Cunt, don’t you dare soil my floor.” Are you kidding me? There’s no way He can see that.Just like with the hood, a sudden motion behind her and Nikki’s scooped up by tree trunk arms in a single, paralyzing movement. The thick forearms slide behind her knees and she feels her back pressed against what is clearly a huge, “bodybuilder” type man. With zero chance of escape, her thighs are held against her chest and when the man leans back from the waist, her bum and pussy are exposed in an utterly, defenseless way. She feels so available, that she has little choice in what is to happen to her. Like a roller coaster ride, this makes her want to both scream in terror and take on more. Kind of.Though she can’t see, Nikki can hear and feel that the light footsteps are now in front of her. The forearms slide from behind her knees until they are replaced by a pair of authoritarian hands that lift her even higher into the air while spreading her knees wide apart. Footsteps takes a step closer and her(?) breath falls delicately on Nikki’s parts. This face hovering so near, so intimately involved with the center of Nikki’s being at the moment, Eyüp escort bayan is mesmerizing. The blood surging through her sex must be causing quite a sight, Nikki self-consciously hopes she’s not too messy. She’s never had a woman so close but Nikki likes the way she looks down there, she’s almost proud. Footsteps certainly takes her time, it’s like she’s considering the most important chess move in the history of the game. The breath moves from top to bottom of Nikki’s play space and by the time it reaches her twisted button it’s causing some serious contortions. Every neuron in her is alive and focused. To her surprise, Nikki finds herself wanting to be touched, her preference is for Him but right now, she feels willing to settle for less.And then, Footsteps retreats and the Tree Man puts her on the floor. She’s dizzy, confused and really wishing to be indulged.From yet another speaker, this time right above her, “Put Cunt in the position.”There He is, if He’d just come into the room, all of this could be so interesting. Still scary but interesting in a way that makes her heart race.Tree Man grabs the back of her neck and with way more strength than necessary, forces her onto the marble.  Now, she’s extra cold but worse than that are the multiple rivulets mapping down her legs like bloodshot through an eye.There’s a sharp inhale from Tree Man, like he’s spotted a crisis of some sort. Did he see the mess she’s making? Footsteps heads towards the area where the daylight was coming from. She’s leaving? Behind her, Nikki can hear Tree Man breathing quietly. Is it possible to express disappointment with a breath? That’s what she feels in spades. She is in trouble and she knows it.A new speaker lets out a piercing bit of feedback, making Nikki flinch and the microphone is muffled with a hand. His? There’s an urgent, unintelligible conversation with Him and a woman with some kind of accent that Nikki can’t quite make out. That must be Footsteps. The talking stops, there is only the Gargantuan’s breathing. Nikki starts to crumble. This is Sunday for God’s sake, what is she doing? This is so fucking, fucking weird. She’s buck naked in downward dog with a sack on her head and a giant of a man behind her. What if this guy’s going to jam her?“Cunt, you came here unprepared.” Though accusatory, the voice hooks her again, decisions, judgments are not hers to be made.“My assistant has discovered stubble. You will be shaved, made clean as you should be, and then you will be punished.”

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