You're stood facing a window. You are fully clothed in a light summer dress. You feel somebody behind but you know who it is because you met him here. Without a word he slips a blindfold over your head, enveloping you in blackness. You can see nothing but you can hear him as he gently moves your arms behind your back and slips handcuffs on your wrists. The click of the ratchet as the manacles lock tight on your wrists sounds very loud. You stand very still.

He kneels behind you, and you feel a strap looped around your ankles and pulled tight. Another one is put around your knees, and afterwards, as he's standing up, he brushes your leg with his fingertips, up over the back of your thigh, stopping as they reach the hem of your dress. The backs of the fingers faintly stroke your stocking top and your breathing begins to deepen. Then the fingers disappear.

Now, the hands are on your shoulders, passing a rope across behind your neck, then under your arms and looped under the handcuff chain. Then he pulls the rope, gently, but firmly, and your hands are pulled inexorably upwards towards your shoulders. Just when you think it’s going to hurt the movement stops and you feel him knotting the rope. Your arms are now immobile with your hands high above your waist and you are starting to feel a little vulnerable, but undeniably excited.

He loops another rope around your waist and knots it tight at the front, then passes it between your legs. It’s not easy because your legs are tightly closed by the straps but he manages it. Your dress is moved up out of the way; then he pulls your panties to one side and slides the rope between your pussy lips, then knots it at the rear. Only now do you realise that there is a knot in the rope where it presses against your vagina, precisely placed to press against your clitoris. It is jute rope, and its rough surface is intrusive, but sexy and the wetness that started when you felt the steel of the handcuffs starts to moisten the rope. You experimentally move your hips forward, gently, trying to move the knot over your clit. You can get a little movement but, frustratingly, it’s not enough.

You sense that he moves away; then he comes back and stands close to you. You can feel him. He kisses your neck and gently nuzzles your ear lobe. You start to relax now and look forward to what may happen. You are helpless, but people know you are here and it’s a public place. This stranger could not and in fact, would not hurt you, that's not his way. At least, you think he would not hurt you.

The slap of the paddle on your left buttock shocks you. It is sudden and unexpected and the sting takes your breath away, but strangely it doesn't hurt. The reason he tied your hands high is now clear. Your bottom is still covered by your dress, but its summer cotton, is tailored to sit close (showing off the curve of what more than one man has told you is a very nice arse) and offers no protection against the hard leather face of the paddle. With your hands pinned you cannot move them to protect your buttocks.

There is a pause while you catch your breath, then it starts. Slap after slap from the paddle, gradually getting harder, making your bottom warm. Your buttocks are now stinging and you start to squirm, trying to make the paddle land in a different spot which doesn't hurt so much, but the squirming is causing the rope to rub against your clit and the waves of pleasure and pain compete for your attention. Still the paddle rises and falls, cracking across your flesh and your skin starts to turn a shade of red.

Then the spanking stops. Now, you realise that he put his left arm around the front of your waist to hold you in position for the spanking, this arm now drops, and the fingers of his hand brush across your hip and slide underneath the waistband of your panties. He strokes the top of your thigh, and then almost accidentally brushes your pussy lip. It moves away, before coming back and settling on the rope knot between your legs. His fingers start to roll the knot from side to side, across your clitoris and you realise he is doing what you tried to do by squirming but couldn't. You settle into enjoying this and await the climax that you know will arrive. Then, as suddenly as it starts, his hand is gone.

Now, you feel his strong arms lifting you, carrying you across the room and he puts you gently on the bed - face down. More ropes are fastened, to your ankles, to your arms and to your waist. When you try to turn over you realise that their purpose was to keep you face down.

You hear him moving around the room, straining to hear what he is doing. Then you feel something thin and cold lay on to your bottom and you know it’s the rattan cane he brought. You feel dread. You hate the cane. There is no pleasure about it, only excruciating pain, but you know he is going to use it. He is going to cane you now. You wonder if you will scream.

The cane is withdrawn and you wait for the inevitable whistle and crack as it is brought down. Nothing can prepare you for the first stroke of the cane, it always hurts the worst; a line of stinging fire that seems to burn to your centre. You wait in anticipation, but it doesn't happen. You feel him kiss your ear and tell you that the cane is not for you today, and that he has something else for you. His hand strokes your bottom, moves oh so slowly between your legs, eases your panties and the rope (Oh God, that was nice!) to one side. He settles onto you and you realise that he is naked, and you feel his cock slide between thighs made moist with pussy juice, between your lips and into the centre of you. Your fingertips find one of his nipples and you caress it, feeling it harden, mirroring your own, still nestling within your thin summer cotton underwear.

He starts to move back and forth, and his cock is now moving the rope knot against your clit and you sense that, if he allows you to orgasm, then it will be a strong one. You have never tried a bondage fuck, but have often wondered. You are giving yourself to the moment when his hand slides under your stomach and something pushes against the front of your pussy then it starts to vibrate and things happen quickly. You scream as you climax and he makes a mental note to gag as well as blindfold you next time.

He keeps you like that. You have orgasm after orgasm, each one racking your body and causing you to strain against the ropes and the handcuffs, leaving marks that will stay for hours and will take some explaining. Finally, you say enough, you can't take any more. He gives no sign of having heard you but keeps fucking you and pushing the vibrator against the cruel rope into your pussy. You realise that he's going to make you orgasm again and again, until you are exhausted. You have no say in it.

You are his prisoner.