What do you see when you look at me? When your eyes travel the length of my body? Do you see my legs shaking as I stand before you dressed this way? Can you sense my fear Lisa? Can you feel me? Can you feel what I’m feeling, right now, here in this moment? Do you know how bad I need you?

Can you see me?

You walk through my door and I stand before you, afraid to look into your eyes. I’m trembling. I want to cry. I’m so embarrassed. I didn’t know it would be this hard, or that I would need this so much that I couldn’t turn away, that I couldn’t say no. Not now. Not ever. You sense this – as a predator senses the fear in their prey, you now sense my fear – and yet this is how you want me, this is how I need it to be. Hunted. Wanted. Pursued. Taken.

Your hand reaches for me and you pull me close, embracing me tight against your breast. My head sinks down into you as your arms wrap around me and hold my small body next to yours. Your fingers tease my hair, run along my cheek – I can tell you’re smiling – I can feel your warmth and love as I cling to you; frightened, scared, unsure of what I’m doing. You whisper to me, holding my face in your hand as I slowly lift my head to look at you. You’re amazing Lisa. So beautiful, so sexy, so powerful.

My eyes clear and focus on your face and I pull back a bit and soak you into my mind. You open your coat and let me see all of you. Your legs are encased in silk stockings rising up to the hemline of your miniskirt. I can see the hooks of your garter belt peeking out from under your skirt and I can only imagine your hot cunt waiting underneath. Your breasts are larger than mine, and I can see your nipples pushing through your tight tank top – I want to reach out and touch them, take them into my mouth and suck them as you hold my head against your flesh. Our hands moving, always moving – touching each other everywhere. I want to nuzzle my tongue under your arms and taste your salty skin – and then it hits me – why you are here, why this is different, why I have dressed this way – the nervous butterflies come back as your hungry eyes devour me. Is this what you wanted baby? Do you like me this way? Do you like my uniform? Do you like your dirty girl?

You want to know where he is. In the shower I say, my voice shaking as I watch the smile spread across your face. I notice that you’re carrying something, a black duffel bag – my mind begins to race. You’ve been talking to Jeff on the phone for weeks planning this, talking about this, discussing what the two of you would do, how you wanted this to be. He told me what to wear and I did it. I did what he told me to do, but I don’t know what he told you, or what you told him, or what the two of you planned. I’m afraid and excited – I feel my cunt swell, growing wetter as I imagine what might be inside the bag.

I told him that I wanted and needed to be tied up. That I wanted to be taken by the both of you. That I needed this to be this way. If I am to enter this dark world I both desire and fear, I need you both to do this. I don’t want to turn back, I don’t want to stop before it happens, I don’t want to lose my nerve and back away from this – so I must be bound, blindfolded, gagged, restrained – whatever must be will be. I love and trust you both, but what if I should suddenly cry out and want to stop? What if I can’t stand to watch you suck his cock, or watch him fuck you? What if I don’t want to share you with him, or him with you – no – this must happen, this has to happen, I will not stop this from happening – you will both make sure this happens.

Did the two of you plan this? Were you supposed to arrive while he was still in the shower so you could have me first? Please tell me Lisa… what am I supposed to do?

You set the bag down on the floor and close the door behind you. Your hand reaches for my arm as your fingers clasp tightly around my wrist, tugging on me, pulling me into the room. I don’t expect this, I don’t know what you’re going to do Lisa, what are you going to do?

I hear your voice again, ordering me to get on my knees. I fall to the floor and kneel before you – your hands hold my face, your fingers digging into my cheeks as you slowly move closer to me – you lift my head and look into my eyes before you bend down and kiss me – I look away and notice the bag on the floor one last time before you stand over me and slide my head under your skirt. My mouth lingers inches away from your pussy for a moment before you push my head against your soaking cunt. My tongue instinctively reaches for your clit but you pull me hard against you and I slip deep inside your cunt… and drown in you.