Reign of the Demon Queen

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Reyna wasted no time on gloating.

Having secured my freely ceded permission she quickly yanked my sneakers and socks from my feet and my pants from around my ankles. Moving behind me she roughly worked my arms free of the back of the chair without unbinding my hands. The pain in my shoulders as she wrenched my limbs unnaturally about finally helped me slough off my strange enervation. I was still a bit woozy when she hauled me upright but that proved immaterial. Reyna promptly kicked the chair away and spilled me to the floor at her feet.

This brusque manhandling quickly reawakened my submissive excitement. When she tested me by pushing the sole of her boot in my face I gladly kissed it as well as the obstruction of my gag would allow: unmistakably demonstrating my subservience. I would have licked the ground she walked on after the way she’d just made me come. Mistress Reyna smirked down at me with satisfied superiority in response.

“Work your arms under your butt, down your legs and over your feet so that your hands are in front of you,” she ordered.

Wouldn’t it be easier just to unchain them?

Perhaps. But even if I didn’t have my underwear stuffing me up I knew better than to dare any questions. One of the first things she’d said to me was not to do so. Besides, I was in no hurry to relinquish the deliciously kinky thrill of the bondage Reyna had put me in.

Luckily I’d seen this trick done. Hell, I must have watched No Country for Old Men a dozen times. It was a more difficult procedure than the well-practiced villain had made it look, but I was slim and naturally limber. It helped not having pants and shoes to get hung up on. After a determined struggle while Reyna returned the two chairs to their original positions I pulled it off. Once my hands were chained in front of me Reyna pushed my discarded garments into them, having already yanked off the items of encumbering trash. Proprietarily seizing my p***s again she used this as a leash to tug me after her toward the doorway to the garage.

The hot, sure grip of her fist had me twitching again by the time we’d passed through this. By the time we’d gone through a second door and were outside the house I was swelling into erection again despite having enjoyed the orgasm of my life only a few minutes before. I didn’t know anything about ejaculating half a dozen times. Surely that was impossible. But I’d certainly be ready to manage at least one more by the time Reyna got me home. She seemed in quite a hurry to do so. Tugging me along around the side of the garage she didn’t even pause before proceeding out of its shadows toward the street.

I was no more eager to be arrested for indecent exposure than I’d been to get a DWI. Reyna appeared completely unconcerned about my partial nudity however. It was Halloween and Saturday night to boot, and cars and pedestrians were abroad in plentiful numbers on the streets. Yet without hesitation my gorgeous captor blithely led me bound, gagged and naked from the waist down away from the still booming party going on behind us. Strutting haughtily down the avenue she didn’t even bother to dodge the streetlights.

Thankfully (and curiously) enough, no one seemed to notice us. Like a cringing dog on a leash I was pulled along by my now eagerly erect p***s for nearly half a block. First bondage and domination, now public exhibitionism: Reyna was right, already she was introducing me to shamefully exciting kinks I would never have dreamed of indulging in. Finally, we reached a dusty black motorcycle parked by the curb.

This was a big, powerful machine with few frills but for a pair of worn leather saddlebags. Opening one of these Reyna motioned me to stuff my pants, socks and sneakers inside, which I did. Releasing my ridiculous erection at last she buckled this closed and without ceremony swung astride her iron horse.

“Get on behind me,” she ordered. “Pull your arms down over my head and around my belly and put your feet up on those little pegs.” Awkwardly I did as directed, somehow getting my bound arms over her head without dislodging her SS cap. Then I worked them over her arms and shoulders before squeezing them past her big and firm but delightfully yielding breasts. Finally, my chained wrists were about her midriff.

This was certainly a night for firsts: first social occasion in my new town, and first interaction with an attractive woman. First time one had seen and touched my p***s, followed by my first ever blowjob and orgasm outside of m**********n. I’d had my first introduction to the perverse thrill of bondage and pain, dominance and submission, followed by my first invite home. Now I’d touched one’s (half-naked!) breasts. I was feeling her bare belly and actually had my arms around her! Next up: my first ever motorcycle ride. Reyna fired up the engine, its throaty roar shockingly loud in the night. Yet despite my anxiety no one yet took notice of the pants-less man out in public with trash stuck all over his bright white shirt. Perhaps there were so many bizarre sights on offer this Halloween that I was no more remarkable than any other. Clinging to this dubious explanation, I likewise clung to the beautiful and formidable female who’d so effortlessly claimed me as she put her bike in gear and set out for the self-styled dungeon where she proposed to take my virginity and so much more from me.