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 Lucerne - Chapter 3

   You pull up your shorts and then turn your back on me and start walking
across the tower.  Confused, I look to see where you're going.  It's
clearly not towards the stairs.  You reach the far side and reach down.  I
cannot see what you are doing.  When you turn around, I notice a backpack
in your hands.  You walk back over to me, smirking again.  You unzip one of
the pockets and reach inside.

   My eyes widen as you pull out a collar.  A sense of alarm fills me and I
begin to wonder what else will happen today.  You begin to play with the
collar, making sure I can see it clearly and drawing my attention to the
buckle.  It's odd, like nothing I've ever seen before.  "Let me demonstrate
this for you." You fasten the collar and hold it up for me to see.  The
"buckle" has a keyhole.  "This won't come off without the key." You attach
the collar around my neck.  I hear the distinct click as it fastens. 
Leaning in close you whisper, "I own you now.  You will obey me." I am
stunned by this, so much so that I do not react.  Reaching into the
backpack again, you pull out more rope.  You adjust my collar so that the
ring where the leash would attach is in the back, and then thread the rope
through the ring.  You run the rope up to where my hands are bound and
slide it through the tight space between my hands.  You tie a loop in the
end of the rope, and then thread the other end through it, pulling it so
that the rope is taut between my neck and my wrists.  Holding this rope in
your hand, you quickly untie the one binding my hands to the crenellation.
You pull on the rope through my collar, bringing my hands down close to my
neck, and tie off the end, leaving me effectively on your leash.  You sling
the backpack over one shoulder and lead me down the stairs.

   We do not walk all the way back to the ground, but instead stop a few
floors down, where there is a single door in the side of the tower.  You
open it and step through, pulling me behind you.  As I step out, I look
around.  We're about 30 feet up and there has to be about 350 ft to the
next tower.  I feel like I will be too exposed here and I hesitate, but a
tug on the rope reminds me that this isn't my decision.  I decide that I
should just do it and get it over with, so I try to walk as quickly as I
can to get to the next tower.  Another tug on the rope makes it clear that
we are doing this at your pace.

   You set our pace at a leisurely stroll and we make our way to the door
of the second tower.  Once inside, you lead me up the stairs, I suspect to
the top of this tower as well.  We reach the top floor and I look around.
This time there is furniture, including a large wooden table.  You guide me
to the table and then move behind me.  You untie my wrists, but keep the
leash rope through the collar ring.  I stretch my arms, enjoying having the
freedom to do so.  You slap my ass, "Get up on the table!"

   I do as I am told and climb up quickly.  "Now, lie down on your back and
spread your arms and legs towards the corners of the table." Again I comply
and you move confidently around the table, at each corner tying one end of
a rope around my wrists and ankles and the other to the table leg.  From
out of the backpack comes a blindfold.  I shake my head and whimper, but I
remember that I have no way to stop you.  Once blindfolded, I try to
determine where in the room you are and what you are doing by what I can
hear.  I hear you rummage through your backpack for what seems like a few
minutes.  Then there is nothing.  I can't tell where you are, or if you are
even still in the room with me.

   Then I feel something light and soft tickling me.  It is just ever so
lightly traveling across my body.  I try to identify it, but cannot.  That
stops and next I feel something else.  This time it feels like fabric,
something silky.  Again I feel it brush against my skin and I am never sure
where it will go.  Belly, breasts, thighs, arms, legs, neck, face.  This
sensation stops and after a small pause I feel something new.  This one
feels velvety.  Again and again the sensations change.  Each time I try to
guess what they are.  One feels furry; another feathery, like a boa.  Soft,
woolly, silky, satiny, velvety.  A slightly rough one could be corduroy and
another could be denim.

   Then suddenly I feel you bite my breast.  I yelp, partially from the
pain, partially from surprise.  I brace for another bite, but the soft
sensations resume.  Again, out of the blue, you bite my other breast.  You
alternate for a while between soft caresses from various fabrics and
fibers, and bites anywhere and everywhere on my body.  The frequency of
bites to my thighs increases, until you are biting me only there.  You
flick the tip of your tongue on my clit, and then bite it gently.  I feel
little nibbles now, instead of bites.  You alternate between tongue and
teeth until you bring me just to the edge.  You hold me there, never quite
letting me go over.  You back off and build up again, and again, and again.
I whimper and moan, trying to beg you to let me cum, but unable to express
it.

   The tongue and teeth stop.  I feel the table shift a bit and realize
that you have climbed up with me.  I feel your knees between mine and begin
to anticipate what will happen next.  I feel your cock slide into my twat.
Slowly in and out you move.  Again you tease, building up and backing off,
over and over.  I know you must be close to cumming too.  As I reach the
edge, knowing that this time you will let me go over, you pull out
completely.  I feel you spill your load on my belly.  I whimper in
frustration.

   "Don't worry.  You'll get one.  When I decide it's time."