Special Delivery

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Special Delivery

A wealthy businessman creates a special service for those with too much money and a healthy taste for the kinky side of life. For a price, a beautiful, young woman will be delivered to your door, totally nude and bound into a helpless state. She will be yours for the evening, do with her as you wish. When you’ve finished, call the delivery service and she will be picked up and taken away – usually still totally helpless but now used and abused.

Since many of these special clients are sadists, these assignments can be rough on the girls. But they are carefully chosen because they are submissive as well as beautiful and sexy. Besides, the pay is really good.
Most clients understand the rules and stay within them. But occasionally a man will get “carried away” in the heat of the moment, and treat the “guest” with unacceptable cruelty. The working girls of Special Delivery understand that and accept the hazard. Then there is the man who doesn’t want to give back his guest…

Published Dec 2019    47,000 words

“Mostly the client wants to enjoy your helplessness and will do things to make you feel it more. That’s because they are feeding off your emotions. One of the worse – and yet most exciting – assignments I had was about six months ago. I was delivered as a package to a client I have never been to before. He was a young man, not bad looking but a little too heavy for someone his age. Looked rather like the classic computer nerd. Anyway, I was taken to his apartment in what we call the ‘Stealth Mode.’ That means that I was able to walk but nothing else. Often you’ll be delivered inside a box or something that will hide you from sight, but sometimes you will just walk up to the client’s door. With an escort, of course. That’s one of the rules. It’s usually Ernie. But there are two others who sometimes act as delivery men. The escort also helps remind the client that there are others aware what is happening, so he shouldn’t get too carried away.

“Well, anyway, there I was, walking up to a condo door in an expensive section of town. I was, of course, tied up – an absolute requirement. I was naked and my arms tied tightly behind my back. They were tied with the elbows together and the wrists tied, of course. There was also rope wrapped tightly around my waist and a crotch rope cutting into my sex. Walking with that pressing hard against my clit was really turning me on. Maybe you know what I mean. Well, I was also gagged but with a gag that does not show. A sponge was crumpled up and shoved into my mouth. It was big enough to fill my mouth and keep my tongue from moving. I could close my lips over it to keep it from showing. It took a little effort to keep my mouth closed, but I had to. Wouldn’t want the sponge to show or even fall out!
“Of course, I was covered with a coat. A rather short one, more of a jacket than a full coat. The bottom came just above my knees, so my legs were pretty much on display. Oh, did I mention that I had on high heels? A nice pair that lifted my heels almost four inches off the floor. Makes me look sexier, you know.

“Ernie knocked on the door and a few seconds later I was taken inside. I’ll give you a hint. Most clients want a submissive woman. So you avoid eye contact. Keep your head turned down. Act the part of a poor little girl who is helpless. Occasionally you may have a role to play where you are a rebellious slave and try to fight the client. But you’ll be told about that before. Mostly they want a girl who will not give them any trouble and they can do anything they want to.

“Before taking the jacket off me, Ernie took a small role of duct tape from his pocket and wrapped that around my head to keep the sponge gag in. Then he unbuttoned the jacket and dramatically whisked it off. I could see the client out of the corner of my eye. He was almost drooling and already there was a bulge in his pants. I was thinking that this assignment might not take too long. Once a man shoots his load, he normally loses interest in a woman.

Ernie told this guy, I think his name was Ted, to have fun and call when the action was over. Then he left. There I was, standing before a stranger, my arms totally useless and speechless. Ted walked around me, looking at all the nice, tight ropes, and all the nice curves. I expected him to begin grabbing and fondling right away, but he surprised me. Gently he took my bare arm and led me towards a bedroom. Well, nothing to abnormal about that, most assignments wind up on a bed. But this room was different from normal bedrooms. There was only a single bed and nothing else. And the bed wasn’t what you would expect in an upscale condo. It was one of those old fashion kind made of metal tubes. You know, the kind where each leg comes up, curves around and goes across to the other side. The headboard and footboard were mainly horizontal bars of solid mental.

“He led me to the bed and told me to lie down. Nothing unusual there, and I did, positioning myself so I was centered and lying on my bound arms. I began to spread my legs, figuring that was what he wanted but he told me not to. Instead of spreading wide, he pulled my feet together and pulled me down until my ankles were resting on the top of the foot bar. When he tied my ankles quite solidly to the bar, my feet were together. He took off my shoes. At that point I was wondering what he had in mind. Intercourse would be impossible tied like that. So what was he going to do? I began to get a little nervous. When a man ties you down so that you can’t move, it’s usually because he plans to inflict some pain and doesn’t want you wiggling away.

“What he did next really surprised me. From somewhere he produced a feather. A big one. I watched in disbelief as it approached the soles of my bare feet. I was getting a bad feeling about this. The reason was simple: I’m very, very ticklish!

“He began very slowly and gently touching the bottoms of my feet. At first, the sensations weren’t too bad. I wiggled my feet but could not move them. Slowly the tickling increased and I could not help myself from giggling. Must have sounded weird coming through the gag, but I couldn’t hold the sound in. Pretty soon I was laughing, although the sounds that came out didn’t resemble laughing very much. I was also tossing and turning my body. I couldn’t help myself. Of course, that did me no good. I could twist to either side half a turn but that was all.

“Over the next thirty minutes or so – although it seemed like hours to me – he kept up a continuous assault on my poor body. The feather roamed all over my body. My sides, my breasts, even the sides of my neck were all attacked viciously. But the main target was the bottoms of my feet. It is amazing how many nerves there are down there. I was laughing uncontrollably and really struggling hard against the ropes. I could feel tears running down my face. Several times, I was laughing so hard that I nearly lost control of my bladder and wet the bed. I’m happy to say that I didn’t, but it was close.

“I don’t know if you’ve ever had anything like this happen to you, but, believe me, tickling can be a real torture! I was trying to plead with him to stop but the words couldn’t come out.

“Just when I thought that things couldn’t get worse, they did. He put the feather down, I sighed in relief, and then heard a buzzing sound. Suddenly I jerked as an incredibly strong shock hit my clit. Looking down, I saw what was attacking me. It was a battery powered, electric toothbrush! You can buy those things at any drug store, but I never realized that they could used as a potent sexual stimulus. The head of it was a brush of stiff nylon bristles. And it was vibrating very fast. It’s kind of hard to describe what it feel like when that brush is placed against your clit, but, believe me, it is far worse than any other vibrator I’ve ever felt. And I like vibrators. But this one was far more powerful and made the nerves down there scream. I was screaming also, but the gag muted most of that.

“I tried to move my sex away from that horrid thing, but with my feet tied down and my arms useless, I could not escape its vicious attack.

“Maggie, I tell you that was an incredible experience. Horrible and yet wonderful at the same time. I wanted it to stop, it was so strong that it was painful. But it was also turning me on as I suffered. I suspect that I would have had the mother of all orgasms had he kept it on me. When he finally pulled it away, it left my poor little clit buzzing still.

“The idiot was grinning like a fool, apparently quite satisfied with the reaction he had caused. Finally he turned off the little beast and began untying my ankles from the bar. When he spread my legs, I was still trembling. Somehow, he had gotten his clothing off, and was quite ready when he climbed on the bed between my legs. As soon as had shoved that thing inside me, I exploded in a blaze of ecstasy!

“Well, eventually he had his climax, so he was satisfied. I think of him as ‘the Tickler.’ For a couple days, my poor sex was sore. The toothbrush scrubbed my sensitive flesh there something terrible.”

Aurora finally stopped talking and sighed at the memory of that interesting night. Maggie was shaking her head in disbelief.

With a smile, Aurora told her, “Maybe someday you’ll be sent to the Tickler.”

Maggie shuddered.