Anna stood with her naked back pressed tight against the pale yellow wall of her bedroom, her long black hair coming down over her shoulders and laying against the outer sides of her breasts, leaving her erect nipples fully exposed. The movement of her neck was restricted but still enabled her to look directly down onto the busy street below through the opposite window. The people rushing to and fro from office blocks, restaurants and banks in the lunch hour provided welcome entertainment after the few hours she had stood there with little to observe or distract her from her humiliating position. The odd dog pissing against a lamppost or a mother pushing a perambulator could hardly be described as ' action cinema'. Now though, at mid-day the noise and chaos drifted from the street into the stark, bare room; at times voices would provide clarity to the mute action she was voyeur to. If any of the passers by decided to glance up at the window above them they would see Anna naked and helpless.
Unlike her they have work to do, people to meet and talk to. It wasn't completely without bitterness that she began to mull over her current predicament. Never though did she consider leaving to start anew. She wasn't prepared to exchange the things that she had for those that she didn't, and couldn't imagine having with anyone but him. At 24 years old she was going to enjoy his games while her body could take them. Her pert tits and tight firm arse weren't age defying and there is a limit to the punishment that can be physically endured.
Before T had left he stripped Anna naked without saying a word and meticulously bound her in position using thin leather strips. She had kicked and tried to bite him but was over powered by his strong arms; knowing that she would regret her outbursts later she had quieted all resistance. Anna had never noticed the hooks on the wall before now but he had threaded the leather through them with such ease that she was sure he had used them many times before.
Her legs were spread wide and held by thongs around her thin ankles. Forced by the restraints holding her wrists to stand on tiptoes she was very uncomfortable. As T was leaving he had smacked her hard across her upper thighs causing her to fall flat onto her feet and sending pain rushing through her as the thongs cut into her tanned flesh. Her own arms restricted the movement of her head. They were bound so tight and high above her head that by now they were beginning to feel numb. As she was trying to calculate how long she had been in the same position she heard the key turn in the lock. She closed her eyes, knowing that it must be T returning and wondered what was going to happen now.