Her Training

The cold was the first thing penetrating her dazed awareness. She shivered, her naked skin raising delicate goose bumps along her inner tighs. Her nose felt frozen, as well as her fingers and feet. She could feel a cloth tied around her eyes. She was lying on a soft comfortable surface. Four cold metal rings circled her legs and made her feel the cold even more. They didn't hamper her ability to move around, so she reached up and tried to get the cloth off her eyes. On their way up, her hands brushed the tips of her stiff nipples. As soon as they reached eye level, the metal bracelets on her hands started to vibrate. Startled, she dropped her hands. "What the heck." she started lifting her hands towards the eye cloth again and ignored the vibrations. When her fingers reached for the cloth, the metal rings stopped moving along with her. They just held her hands there, her fingers straining to reach the obstacle between her eyes and the light. Panic started to rise, her breathing quickened, her forehead felt clammy against the cold draft.

She had no idea what had happened. Last night she'd been out with a few of her friends, able to finally relax and wind down after multiple weeks of stressful work. Her fiance had invited his friends over to watch a game of football, and she'd taken the chance to catch up with her friends.

They had had a few drinks too many, played a hilarious board game with kittens, and then.. She vaguely remembered hitching a ride with Samantha, but had fallen asleep on the back seat as soon as she'd entered the car. She had definitely worn clothes then. And now they were gone. Who had undressed her? Where was she? Why would the bracelets not come off? What. The. Heck? This sounded like one of the sinister abduction stories from TV. Not her first choice of a post-Friday party wake up.

Well, there was no time like the present. She tried getting the metal bracelets to move past the barrier again, but it wouldn't work. She rubbed her head on the soft mattress-like surface, to get the blindfold off. It resulted in the definition of a bad-hair-day, but at least she could now see some shapes with her left eye.

She seemed to be in a room with high windows, and a huge bed with her in the middle. There was a camera squat in front of the bed, with a red light blinking. Someone was recording her? That put another point on the side of sinister kidnapping. She'd never been a shy woman, and didn't really mind anyone seeing her naked. However, being filmed by someone she didn't know.. That was creepy.

"Hello? Can anyone hear me?" She tried to call softly towards the camera, but it came out more as a frightened squeak. More forcefully, she called, "Hello! I need some help!" into the room. Nobody answered. The camera continued blinking slowly.

She moved to the edge of the bed, and began to put her feet onto the floor, when the foot bracelets began vibrating like her hand bracelets had before. Cautiously, she moved her feet back. No going that way. Weirdly, the bracelets now began to warm up slightly. It felt delicious in the cold draft, and she savoured the feeling for a long moment. Then the bracelets cooled down again and she was back to square one.

"What the heck is going on! Help me! My fiancé is looking for me! He's already told the police where to find me! Get these .. things! Off me! Now!" Getting angry, she shook her wrists towards the camera. "What are you thinking, keeping someone constrained like this! You are going to jail for this!" Frustratedly, her body shaking between panicked and angry gasps, she  moved to the corner of the bed. "What do you want??" She was completely helpless. Not able to see very well, not able to move in the ways she wanted to, was a very new and disturbing experience for her. Somehow, it also caused a tingling feeling in her stomach.

As if in answer to her question, her right wrist started moving against her will. It moved her hand to her left nipple. "Oh fuck." She got it then. The camera? The remote-controlled bracelets? They could do with her what they wanted. She couldn't think of any way to stop it. Her hand was now lying on her nipple. The ideal position for a little flick or a twist. The tingly feeling spread to her breast. She wasn't sure if it was apprehension, fear, or something else, but it wasn't something she wanted to happen right in that moment.

To test her theory, she gave her nipple a little rub. Immediately, the bracelet on her right hand started to warm up again, as if to reward her. Her fingers were frozen, so she kept rubbing her nipple for a little while. What could it hurt? She would get what she wanted, a little bit of warmth. They could look all they wanted. It wasn't like she hadn't made amateur movies before.

The bracelet cooled down again, but the her other wrist was being moved up to her lips. She sucked her middle finger, and it worked again. If she kept it up, she might even become warm. She gave the camera a flirty look while licking her middle finger, circling her tongue around the tip, and down.

Somehow, this felt really good to do. She almost felt as if her wrist was being caressed lovingly, in exactly the ways she liked being stroked. Experimentally, she added her ring finger to the pseudo blow-job. The nice feeling spread up towards her elbows, and her upper arms. She had no idea how they did it, but it felt damn good. Maybe all they wanted was a good show..? She tried lifting her left hand to her nipple again. Nothing happened, except that her left arm started tingling and warming up as well. She stroked her nipple lightly, kept sucking on her middle and ring fingers, and struck a pose she knew would make her look terribly erotic on the camera.

Her foot bracelets joined the action, and started warming up as well. Alone the warmth was worth this in the cold, but the erotic invisible stroking and tingling was extremely seductive. She probably enjoyed this more than she should, considering that she'd been brought into the situation against her will.

Her right wrist started moving downwards, and she played along, pretending she wanted to move her hand that way. She stroked her neck, breast, flat stomach, and fuzzy little bush, until her hand stopped right over her clit. The bracelet stopped being nice and warm, so she started rubbing her clit lightly, teasing for the camera. The feeling of warmth immediately spread from her arms to her upper body, where her left hand was still occupied teasing her nipple. It felt incredible, soft, warm, and without mercy. When it reached her nipple, every one of her strokes felt much better. She was starting to really enjoy this. Every teasing twist of her stiff nipples went right to her vagina, making it pulse in the rhythm of flicks. She could smell herself become more aroused every time she stroked her breast. She could feel her labia swell and her clit was completely slick from her own juices. 

Being exposed to the camera like this was new.. and somehow exciting. She new she was being stupid by playing along, but how else did she stand a chance of getting out of this mess? She had to go along with these cursedly seductive bracelets.

She could feel the warmth spreading all over her body, even her feet felt cozy. She was getting closer, closer to release with every little nipple flick and clit rub. Her face felt flushed, her breath came in short gasps. She had started to moan at some point, she couldn't even remember when. The bracelets seemed to like it, since they stayed warm and kept pumping out waves of arousal and feeling good. Her entire body wanted to come, just wanted to come.

Suddenly, the bracelets yanked her arms up, and held her arms above her head. Completely confused, still breathing heavily, she tried to see from under the little gap below her blindfold. Someone had entered the room. Abruptly, she was scared out of her mind. Her hands were spread above her head, her nipples still stiff and red from her masturbating for the camera. The room was drenched in her smells, and she was drenched in her sweat. The bracelets still felt very nice, but it couldn't penetrate her fog of fear. 

She squirmed on the bed, trying to get the bracelets off, but nothing would make them budge. The shape came closer, she could see it was a man. He was carrying a small object, looking very much like a butt plug. Her bracelets made her turn around, so she was lying on her stomach. Curling her feet up helped a bit, but she still felt very very exposed. 

Then the man started speaking with a very familiar voice, and she almost cried from relief. It was her fiancé, Adam. He said "Don't be afraid Love, even if you don't remember right now, this is exactly how we talked about it. Please try to relax, and it will be over soon." "Adam! Can you take off the bracelets? It's really cold in here and I-" When she'd started talking, the bracelets immediately cooled down. After the caressing and warmth, the cold metal was almost painful on her skin. She shut up, but the bracelets wouldn't go back to the warmth levels from before. She didn't know what to do. Almost frantic to remove the cold, she couldn't even think straight. When Adam told her "Please relax, Love, this will feel much better if you do as I tell you.", she was confused at first, but soon began to relax consciously. Her wrists, arms, and legs started feeling good again. Being happy to have won at least a little victory, she relaxed even more. 

Adam mumbled, "Yes, that's good. Now spread your legs, please." She was hyper-aware of the camera behind her, looking straight at her bum. She didn't really want to show them her asshole. However, the bracelets didn't ask for permission. Her legs started spreading, and she couldn't do anything to prevent it. Lying spread eagle on the bed, she was exhilarated to have Adam there to help. She could feel him stroke her back and butt. The bracelets sent waves of warmth and tingles down her arms and legs. The tingles seemed to meet righ between her legs and amplify there. It felt so good, she nearly forgot that this wasn't what she wanted. Adam had started oiling his hands, and massaged her lower back exactly the way she loved. She couldn't help herself and relaxed even more onto the bed. Then, Adam's fingers got dangerously close to her backdoor entry. Nervously, she laughed and wiggled her butt away. He slapped her, hard. At the same time, the bracelets increased their arousal emissions tenfold. Adam then stroked her butt where he'd hit her. Panting hard from arousal and nervousness, she got the message. When Adam laid his fingers right onto her butthole, she didn't fight him at all. The waves of tingling arousal travelled between the bracelets, making it harder and harder for her to focus on what he was saying. It wasn't all that important anyway, he was just counting something. "10..9.." Adam's fingers started massaging her asshole. Adam had said that when he was counting, that meant that she needed to listen. It was so hard to listen, being attacked with new sensations - her pussy felt like it was being eaten out, her hips stroked lovingly, Adam caressed her face with his free hand. She couldn't tell what was real anymore, what wasn't. "7..6.." Someone was sucking her nipples into their mouth, flicking them hard, then releasing them with a pop. So this was what happened when she listened to Adam count. She thought it was worth some boring counting, if the result was such a  nice and soft dick on her face, in her mouth. She didn't want it to stop, really. Wouldn't it be better if this would go on forever? All she had to do, was just listen to Adam counting. "3..2.." The fingers on her asshole hadn't stopped moving, since they'd started at the number 9. Now, a cock she recognized as Adam's touched her pussy. She knew, if that cock was inside her when Adam reached 0 would make her a different person. Deeply in love with Adam, deeply in love with his cock, and very much his subordinate. "..1.." Master's voice reached her ears as if through a thick fog of arousal. She couldn't think, but she didn't really have to think. She had Master, and she would come for him. Her hips bucked against his cock, driving his fingers deep into her anus. The bracelets had started to vibrate again, and this time she knew it was a warning to not stop.

Suddenly, Master's fingers were gone from her butt, replaced by the head of a cold metal object, feeling similar to the bracelets. She could feel the coldness of it enter her slowly, then warm up to her body temperature. Finally, the waves of arousal had a target. Her entire body tingled, her nipples being twisted, her neck kissed, her stomach stroked, her clitoris massaged by Master. He bent down to her ear, cupped her face, and whispered "0." She came for him.