“Take those pants off,” he commanded me. “I don't want to see you dressed like a man, especially not when you have such a perfect feminine body.”

Trepidation rising, I unzipped without missing a beat and allowed the wool pants to drop to the ground. Next I tentatively stepped each stilt heel out of them in dainty geisha mode.

They remained in a pile on the floor and Valentine pulled the chain, with me along behind, across the room to one of the restraint contraptions. Tall rather than broad, so I knew I wasn't about to be spread out on a whipping bed, aside from that I was clueless about its purpose. He looped the chain from my neck brace through a pulley attached to a shuttle and wound it tight, taking up the slack.

Then he grabbed each arm, pulled them hard above my head and shackled my wrists into the chain. The dragging weight of my upreached arms made the handcuffs chafe against the small bones of the joint. Hanging by my wrists, I felt more vulnerable than ever before.

I'd worn my hottest pair of high cut black lace panties to dinner and was aware of both men ravaging their eyes over my mound and my bare legs. They must have been fairly shapely thanks to the towering heels I was teetering on. Little flitters of excitement trilled down my channel and the lace crotch dampened between the flesh of my inner thighs as I realized how much both gorgeous masculine hunks craved to possess me. My pussy ached along its full length, still unrelieved after days of torment.

Valentine inserted a finger into one of the black silk bands of my halter neck top and hooked it open across to the side, so my breast popped free. His gaze scorched across the naked bobbing point and I remembered how he said they were amazing. Okay I admit it, pride was my sin, or one of them. He reached his finger into the other band and pulled the other peak out so both flesh mounds were bare and full before him.

The bands of my top bound to the outer sides of my tits pushing them together so they bulged pink, in stark contrast to the dark black wool of his jacket. It filled a gratifying need to notice how his broad chest rose and fell a little faster at uncovering my breasts.

My nipples were enraged with hunger and Valentine rubbed his palm in a circular motion across first one then the other. His touch dragged them into a peak, growing larger in response as waves of bliss emanated through my core and down my bare inner thighs.

I loved being naked in front of Valentine- his response to my body made me feel gorgeous and desired. And as he moved to the side and behind me, I raised my eyes to Marc and saw he too was impressed, seeing me naked for the first time. My pussy continued to pulse and tug with hunger at being so appreciated. I had the illicit urge to take my panties off and completely expose my slit in front of the two studs, except of course I was restrained by the cuffs.

I wondered whether Marc, his eyes raking over my inner thighs, could detect the convulsions in my cavern making my mound contract. My tits rose and fell so fast under my jagged enthralled breath, they were almost bouncing.

While I silently begged Marc to meet my eyes and communicate, darkness plunged me into my inner solitary world. Valentine tugged the black blindfold snug around my head so not a smidgen of light leaked in. There was to be no relief for any of my senses and I was going to be forced to experience my punishment intensely alone.

“I see you are taking a great deal of pleasure from your punishment as usual, Ms Cannon,” Valentine's hot sand voice tickled the back of my ear and I was suddenly more aware of his heady man musk aroma.“You know this big bow at the back of your neck has been a distraction all evening.”

He trailed his fingers up my spine across my naked back and tugged lightly on one end of the black silk ties fastening the halter top. Once the bows came loose, he inserted a single finger inside the knot, that small touch searing through me. Taking the long tails of fabric in his large, elegant hands, he moved around my hanging body, circling the fabric around my chest.

“Did you receive my gift?” he inquired, as he tightened the fabric binds between my mounds of flesh with meticulous precision.

Fuck, in my eagerness to see Valentine at dinner, I forgot to return that ridiculously expensive bauble to him. It was strange, seeing as he hated to see me dressed in pants, that he'd sent me a Cartier de Rotonde watch- a man's timepiece- rather than some petite, barely readable bracelet covered in diamonds. At every turn he surprised me more and more with his opposing beliefs.

“Yes- sir,” I murmured, contorted with how rude I must appear to him, in not even acknowledging his attempt to please me.

Why had he given me that watch anyway? He didn't seem like the kind of man to try to buy either affection or submission. And surely he could see that somehow he'd already elicited both those emotions from me. He was making some kind of elaborate criss-cross pattern with the ties above and below my swollen breasts, taking his sweet time with adjusting the fabric to his perfect ideal. Ensuring it was pulled perfectly taut so my flesh squeezed.

“Then why aren't you wearing it? Did it not please you?”

“It did, sir, very much. But I can't accept it,” I said, cringing minutely inside as I could feel fully the depth of his disappointment, reaching my very center through darkness of the blindfold.

“Can't or won't?” Valentine growled softly, tugging the ties around my chest tighter so the bands squeezed my breasts into a painful bulge.

“It's too extravagant a gift,” I said. “Sir.”

“When I give you something, you will take it and thank me- Whatever it is. Gifts are not determined by monetary value. Don't be so naive, Andie.”

There- he said my name again. For some stupid reason that made me delirious with joy, despite his tone. That along with the mesh of ties squeezing and engorging my tits, making me acutely, deliciously aware of their nakedness. My nipples were begging bolts of eager lust, reaching out for his adept fingers as they adjusted the bonds.

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

Inside I was doing a hula dance. The Cartier was the most outrageous present I was ever likely to receive in my lifetime and it came from a man I was becoming dangerously attracted to, who just happened to have complete control over all my sensations.

He tied off the ends of the halter top with force. I was tightly encased, wrapped in an intricate pattern many times around my breasts so they bulged forward, compressing and pinching the flesh into a fever of hunger. Josh and I had never indulged in breast bondage.

He'd mentioned karada a number of times and I'd agreed of course, although I couldn't see the allure. We'd never actually got around to it, long work hours had kept our play limited to basic punishment- handcuffs and spanking. And he seemed to indulge himself in play of dominance over me whereas Valentine played a much different game. Now I understood the height of arousal that was bringing me right to the edge of delirium.

When Valentine pinched one nipple then the other between finger and thumb, the raised sensitivity made me shudder in mini convulsions of pleasure. The hard nubs were sending powerful thrusts of want and ravaging need throughout my body, right down to my toenails. It was insane, the wanton salacious need to be manhandled by this delectable man. I writhed slightly, shifting my hips as much as I was able, under the agonizing pain of lusty desire locked up inside my pussy.

“Oh god,” I moaned as Valentine tugged my nipples to a full stretch. I would do anything for him, any filthy act of bodily submission, forever and right now, whatever he wanted.

“Good. Now show me,” he ordered.

I faltered, with no idea what more he wanted me to display for him. Then I cautiously glided one leg to the side and resettled my pelvis weight in the center again. The narrow crotch of my panties no longer covered my slit and I shivered as the cool air of the underground cave flittered across the nub pushing out between the lips. I silently begged Valentine would notice the glistening eager fold and slip his fingers into my depths to relieve my torment. But there was no way to tell, trapped in my own darkness.

“Very good,” Valentine said. “That is beautiful Ms Cannon, but not exactly what I meant. I want both of you to show me.” Confusion beset me completely as I had no idea what he wanted from me-us- now. “Show me exactly what you know of each other. How you got to know each other before arriving here.”