The Instrument - Chapter Two - The Spider's Web
By Big Brother Alan
A mini-novel about sexual slavery, humiliation, degradation, redemption and escape


"Come on in while I get the lights and open some curtains." The cabin wasn't
completely rustic. It had its rustic elements of course but it also had warm,
expensive-looking furniture and modern appliances in the kitchen. The main
room where we entered was a large open loft with high vaulted ceilings. The
overall impression was one of pine. The walls, floor and ceiling were pine.
There were lush rugs on much of the floor. The countertops in the kitchen were
granite. The kitchen was separated from the main room only by cabinets and
counters. There were large wooden beams running across the room in several
places, making the rafters that supported the steep roof. On these beams were
various knick-knacks and old rustic tools. There was an old fashioned two-man
saw on one beam and what looked like a civil war sword on another. There were
hooks and rings screwed into the beams at various places to hold an assortment
of old mallets and chisels and drills. Whoever decorated this place had a love
of history.

Jessica turned on some indirect lighting in the kitchen and some light came
through the now drawn curtains. But these windows were under the large porch
so there was no direct sunlight coming in. Then Jessica held out a remote
control and pointed it toward a skylight. When the skylight shade opened, a
bright patch of brilliant sunlight laid a rectangle across the floor and into
the kitchen. Jessica walked up to me and led me by the arm to a spot directly
in the sunlight. The light was shining right into my eyes and I was
momentarily blinded. "I want to look at you, long and hard," she said. "Just
stand right there." Hmm. Long and hard, she said. That was funny but I
honestly think she only meant that her gaze was to be long and her stare
intense. She walked circles around me and I could feel her eyes all over me.
She didn't touch me, standing at first about five feet away as she walked.

"I think I need something. Hang on. Don't move." She disappeared for a moment,
returning with a black silk scarf. She reached up from behind me to tie it
around my eyes as a blindfold. "I don't want you to know where my eyes are
looking as I take you in." Something about the way she said this was so
provocative that it was all I could do to keep myself from taking her in my
arms and whisking her off to a bedroom somewhere. This game was electric and
my skin was tingling all over. I felt my erection pounding.

I could sense her moving around me. At times I could feel her body heat. I
knew her eyes were scouring every inch of my body, tracing every muscle. The
more I thought of her eyesight moving over my buttocks and across my hips and
to my groin; the more I thought of her examining my penis in all its details,
the more excited I became. My legs were quivering from the excitement. "I'm
about to fall to the floor," I said. "This is almost too much to bear. I've
never felt quite so energized and yet so weak."

"Don't fall. Keep standing there. I'm enjoying this more than you can know."
Her voice had a similarly strong and weak quality to it. "If it helps, reach
up above your head and hold onto the rings there." I reached up and took hold
of two metal rings that were about five inches in diameter. They were attached
in a way that allowed them to hang from the side of the beam and pivot up and
down. It helped me to hold some of my weight. "Oh yes." Jessica almost sighed
this. "I like the way your arms and chest look when you hold your arms above
your head like that."

I could hear the rustling of clothing. Jessica was removing her clothes. In
all my years of pleasing women for money I had never come across anything so
sensual, so erotic. I could hear her footsteps as she walked around me. Her
feet were bare now. I could tell by the sound of them padding on the polished
wood floor. I could hear her breath as she moved around me, closer now. She
was behind me and I felt her breath on my lower back. She must have been on
her knees. Her warm breath tickled the tiny hairs on the back of my legs just
below my buttocks.

Then, as if jolted by electricity, the lightest touch of her fingertips on the
back of my left knee. It almost made me collapse. She put both hands around my
left ankle but only touched the hairs. She slowly raised her hands up my leg,
but again, only touching the hairs. She moved around to my left side. Her
hands now very lightly touching my skin. "Spread your legs apart." I did.
"Wider." Her left hand moved higher up the inside of my left leg. She was just
barely touching me but it was if she had me in chains, so mesmerizing was the
experience. I was still blindfolded and the sun was still brilliantly
illuminating and warming my body. She was in front of me now and her left hand
reached up between my legs and lightly touched my lower back just above my
butt. Her face must have been very close to my erect penis. Where were her
eyes? Was she as naked as me? Was she touching herself?

She slowly and gently traced a line with her fingertips down my butt crack and
to the back side of my scrotum. She cupped my balls in her warm hand and then
moved her hand toward her, encircling the shaft of my penis with her
fingertips. She slowly slid her hand to the end of my cock. The skin of her
hand was like satin, so gently did she stroke me. My penis was as hard as I
ever remember it being. "You're wet," she said in a quiet, almost timid voice.

"I can't tell," I said. "But it doesn't surprise me." I felt something touch
the very tip of my penis. I couldn't tell if it was her finger or her tongue.
Then I felt the wetness and the warmth of her mouth as she took me in. I
thought for sure I would cum right then and there. I've never really enjoyed
oral sex that much but the eroticism of this experience was so totally unlike
anything I had ever experienced before. She didn't suck on me like you might
expect. She simply kept one hand wrapped around the shaft of my penis and her
other hand cupped around my balls as she worked her tongue in circles around
the head of my cock. It was like she was trying oral sex for the first time in
her life. How wrong I was about that! But I wouldn't know that just yet.

"Oh, Jessica. I want to be inside you. I can't hold out much longer." As I
said this she seemed to come out of a trance. She muffled an "mmm" as she slid
her lips off my penis. But she kept her hands where they were as she stood up,
only reluctantly releasing me as she moved away.

"Don't move. I'll be right back." She moved behind me to the kitchen where I
heard a drawer open and something metallic being removed. I heard a chair
scuffling around to my front. She stood up on the chair, her naked breast
lightly brushing against my lips as she stood. I heard a ratcheting sound
above my head where my hands were still holding onto the rings. And then I
felt the cold metal of the handcuffs as she ratcheted them around my wrists.
She had chained me to the rings.