Where am I!? (Part 1)

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She was leaning against a stone wall, trying to focus. This was far from easy, after the remote controlled vibrator insider her had been buzzing for a couple of minutes, bringing her very close to yet another orgasm. What other people saw on this sunny but rather cold and windy spring afternoon was a young woman with auburn hair and fair skin, leaning against the wall enclosing a park. She was wearing a long burgundy red skirt only showing a little of her ankles in black stockings, and feet in fairly tall bright red high heels. She had her hands in the pockets of her equally bright red windbreaker, which was zipped close up to her chin, and her mouth and nose were covered a burgundy red face mask required by Covid restrictions. She was also sporting dark sunglasses to protect her beautiful blue eyes from the bright sunlight.

Nobody would have guessed in what dire predicament the woman was. Passers-by didn’t see that remote controlled dildo inside her that was going off at unpredictable intervals. They didn’t see that her thighs were connected with a tight chain, limiting her steps to about half her usual stride. They also didn’t see that her hands were firmly tied underneath the jacket’s front, making it impossible to extract them from the pockets. And they didn’t see that, nicely hidden by the face mask, she was gagged and thus unable to speak and ask for help. They equally didn’t notice the clamps biting into her nipples, and they didn’t realize that her sunglasses were ***ted white inside except for two tiny vertical slits requiring her to turn her head whenever she wanted to spot what wasn’t directly in front of her. Luckily, when looking straight down, she could see her feet, making it at least possible to identify obstacles that could harm her way forward.

On top of all that, she was listening to loud music on her wireless headphones that blocked out most of the noises from the large pedestrian area of the French Riveria town this was all happening in. These headphones were the only connection to the outside world, or more precisely, his outside world, through which he occasionally spoke to her with new instructions.

“I will see you in one hour at the Place de la Mairie” he had said a while ago, after they had been wandering through little streets and cobblestone alleys for a while. She had already been bound like this since they had left their hotel and thus hadn’t really had a chance to notice where they had been driving and where their car was parked. After that short factual statement, he had quickly disappeared down the steep cobblestone alley they had been in. Before she could really notice what was happening, he had turned a corner and was gone.