Tied up in the empty apartment …

Opening the front door, I found our hall in darkness; all the doors closed. I switched the light on and saw a box on the floor, tied with a bow. I put my bag down, closed the door, and picked it up. I called out Marcus’s name, but there was no reply. Slipping off the bow, I opened the box to find a folded note. Lifting it out, I saw tissue paper underneath. The note was brief.
Put these on …
Squeak once …
Wait …
A shot of adrenaline ran through me; what was he doing? I pondered the question for all of five seconds before lifting the tissue, revealing a blindfold, a gag and my squeaker. This was getting interesting. The blindfold was new. More substantial than the ones we had already used, which had a habit of slipping off. All sorts of images flashed through my mind.
The gag was new as well. We’d used a ball-gag a few times, but I found it uncomfortable after a while. This one had a padded leather bit to bite on, so I placed it between my teeth and tightened the strap to a comfortable position. The blindfold went on, soft but close-fitting.
I couldn’t see anything at all. I picked up the squeaker, placing the elastic over three fingers so it was snuggly in my palm. I stood still. My heart was beating faster; brief shivers of anticipation making my muscles twitch. I loved it when he planned something like this. They were always mind-blowing experiences. His imagination seemed endless. Squeezing my hand over the squeaker, I heard the sound resonating in the enclosed space.
Nothing happened. Silence. I stood in anticipation, not knowing what to expect. I could feel the throb of my heartbeat and became aware of my shallow breathing. I tried to control it, taking slow and steady breaths to bring myself into the present. I heard the door behind me open and close. The latch was thrown. I stayed still; waiting, ready.
I could sense him moving towards me with slow steps. I swallowed, willing myself to relax. God, I loved him. I jumped as his breath caressed the back of my neck, followed by a gentle kiss. His hand touched the back of my knee, causing my leg to buckle and it slowly moved under my dress. As it reached my bum, it flowed from cheek to cheek, gently squeezing. My body rippled at the touch.
He withdrew his hand, and checked the blindfold and gag, tightening both to his satisfaction. He moved past me and opened a door. Taking my hand, he led me forwards, stopping after a dozen steps or so. I stood still. I could hear his footsteps on the bare floorboards, followed by the door closing again. More steps, echoing around the room; sounds of material moving. Clothes being removed? I couldn’t tell, but the image stuck in my brain and made me smile.
He undid the buttons down the back of my dress, slid it off my shoulders and it fell to the floor. Another kiss on my neck and he put a hand under each arm, raising them until I was holding them out to either side. He let go, but I knew I had to keep them there.
I heard a metallic clink, as a cuff was wrapped around my left wrist, tightening as he did it up. Another attached to my right wrist, followed shortly after by one on each ankle. He lifted each foot and removed my shoes. I shuddered as he kissed one thigh; a few light touches, before shifting to the other. I widened my stance, hopeful he’d go further.
But he stopped. Bringing my hands together, he joined the cuffs and lifted them above my head. I felt his hand between my legs, it made me gasp. He pulled up slightly as if lifting me, and my body rose at the pressure. My fingers found a short bar, and I folded them over it, grabbing it as best I could. I heard a click, and knew I was now stuck; trapped. I moved my hands but couldn’t go far; they were attached to the bar. It was a bit of a stretch; my arms tight above me, my feet just able to sit flat on the floor.
I couldn’t work out where I was. I wasn’t against a wall, I seemed to be in an open space. But what was I attached to? I gave up thinking about it; I was already giving in to the moment. I heard his steps; soft now, bare feet. My mind was still, waiting. What would happen next?