The Apartment Block · Part 2

The Apartment Block · Part 2 (2/2)
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My groan of frustration is muted by the ball gag, as my stilettos teeter unsteadily across the lino floor, taking me back out into the hallway.

Bathroom Right next door is a beautiful bathroom and I'm pushed inside.

Okay – does this mean I get to pee? I turn to see if he's going to untie my hands, but then the door closes and I'm all to myself. Screw it, I need to pee! For once I'm annoyed to see a toilet seat cover down, but manage to raise it without breaking my finger nails and make a successful landing on to the toilet. My hands behind me press against the raised seat cover. I hope it's clean and I do my best to manage without my arms. l see Mr Posh Jeremy's bidet alongside me has a push button style faucet. Man l gotta try this.

After managing to flush, I go to straddle the bidet and see that l can indeed push the button and produce water, but unfortunately it goes down instead of up and I can't reach far enough to splash it onto myself. Drat!

The knock at the door is surprisingly polite, and l answer with an urgent "Ung-ung" (hang on) but the door opens anyway and l blush as he stands over me laughing. There's no privacy in here it turns out.

He puts a finger through a d-ring at the front of my collar to pull me to my feet, and moves me over to face the mirror over the sink. He pulls the cord and the light comes on.

A moment of full exposure as I see my bound self for the first time. My eyes widen at the armless creature facing me. Wow! The arm binding forcing my breasts forward makes them look more D-cup than C-cup, my chest appears to reach upwards like some kind of eastern bloc soldier on ceremonial display. My abdomen is stretched taut and my ribs almost appear to strain under my tightened skin.

The most standout addition though is the large red orb set against the white of my exposed upper teeth. Yes it's grotesque and disfiguring, but it does look sexy despite the dribble of drool forming on my lower lip.

I look like a perfect slave! Is that good?

I've never experienced this feeling of objectification before. l catch Jeremy eyeing my reaction, and I see he can't stop grinning. I'm his private show tonight.

The downlight of the mirror doesn't illuminate the shadow under my legs, but now l feel Jeremy's hands move from my hips to my nipples. He twists back and forth gently, until they're fully erect.

Now he reaches to run the tap. In the reflection I see him smile wickedly as he lathers his hands with soap from the dispenser. I know what's coming and my head falls back onto his chest in anticipation. I feel him hardening in his jeans against my bound hands. His soapy fingers get busy with my manual bidet and l swoon heavily from the persistent and heavy stimulation of my inner crotch. Splaying my legs a little, I feel an arm come around my waist to steady me and l close my eyes, free falling into the imminent oblivion of a massive approaching orgasm.

Oh my God, please don't stop. Over the squelching in my pussy l hear my quickening breath wheezing past the gag as l start to groan pitifully in his hands, but then suddenly he stops!

I'm whining through my gag as he shakes me from my euphoric trance. Opening my eyes I see him pressing a white towel between my legs to dry me, almost painfully dulling my urge to get off.

I groan a loud "Wogh-ah-uhg-huh?" (why did you stop!), and implore him with my eyes. But he's already pulling a plastic package from a shelf behind him. It's a pack of left over blue covid masks. I'm puzzled as he slips one over my ballgag and pulls the strings up behind my ears. He then checks that it covers my over-stretched mouth.

"Okay," he says, grabbing my upper arm firmly and guiding me out of the bathroom.

All Dressed Up My heels are quietened on the hall carpet as we come worryingly close to the front door as he goes to search through an overloaded coat rack.

Oh Christ – why is he looking for a jacket? My arousal dials down a notch once more as l realise he's looking to cover me up. Is he really 'taking me outside'?

"Ungggggggg" comes out of my voice box when l try to say 'No' when he comes at me with a jacket. l half collapse against the wall, my brow plaintively furrowed. But he pulls me back up using my collar ring rather degradingly. l pull against him like a dog who knows she's going to the vet, but his other hand slings the jacket over my shoulders and, and pulls it tight around me.

The jacket is a man's military green parka with one of those head-concealing fur lined hoods. I'm swimming in it but I'm guessing he's chosen it to covertly hide my arm binding. He pulls the hood up and it hangs down a little over my eyes.

He doesn't zip it up though, instead leaving it hanging loosely open.

"Huh?" My protest sounds almost like a real word.

I stamp my feet on the carpet in protest as he pulls on his own jacket in front of me. It's a pretty elegant looking modern cut affair and works perfectly with his jeans and brown loafers.

He dresses well, and I'm thinking that I'd be proud to be seen with him, as he checks his pockets for his wallet.

"All set!" he says.

Opening the door, he places his hand on my back to firmly usher me out.

My heels crack loudly against the tiled floor of the brightly-lit lobby, and I gulp that he's actually taking me outside. Excitement gives way to fear of public humiliation. Will he bring me somewhere public? Will he leave me on a bus? Will he publicly expose me?

The small lift lobby is shared by three or four other apartment doors, each with peep-holes!

I wonder to myself if his neighbors are nosey. As we wait for the lift I notice a droplet rolling down my inner leg. It must be from my fun in the toilet and l try to rub it off with the other knee, almost losing balance. I back up against the lift door to face him, both for privacy and to implore him to seal me up! He's busy with his phone, but he comes close and reaches into my jacket to run his hands over my naked hips and thighs.

Oh Christ I'm so naked.. and yes, collared, bound and gagged, yes!

Going Down He stoops to nuzzle my neck above my collar and as my head tilts back the jacket hood slips a touch. Then something crazy happens.

The blast of air from the approaching lift is so strong it flares up my jacket and l feel like it's going to slide off the end of my ponytail. To stop it falling further I react by trying to jam my back up against the door behind me, but the door has already opened rather too quickly and the jacket drops, with me tripping backwards after it!

As I fall I see Jeremy valiantly lash out to grab the lapels of my jacket but the left side slips from his fingers and the force of pulling the other one sends me careening sideways back into the lift. I can't get my feet under me and I brush against the wall before landing on the floor, bouncing painfully on my right butt-cheek. Oh my God!

Lying on the floor facing the wall, I'd normally apologise to whoever's in the lift with me but I'm almost petrified to look behind me. Hopefully they're okay with a tightly bound woman falling naked into their lift.

But I'm distracted by what I see through the now-closing lift door. In lunging to save me, Jeremy has managed not only to pull my jacket out of the lift, and dislodge my face mask from my left ear, but guess what else? He's dropped his phone, separated it from its protective casing, and the last thing I see before the door closes is him scuttling to pick it up from the floor with one hand, and racing to stop the lift with the other.

Oh Christ. My heart stops. I'm so panicked I can't scream. I hear the muted sounds of Jeremy shouting "HOLD IT!" and slapping on the lift button. I eye the crack of the door hopefully, but the lift hums into motion. I stare at the crack of the door in disbelief. But the lift makes that loud hum as it picks up speed!

I flip my head behind me finally to see who's there in the lift with me. But there's nobody!

I breathe in relief – for a second – but then it dawns on me. We're descending. I'm going down. What the hell do I do now? I'll be arrested? Kidnapped?

Oh my God I need to stop this lift. Picture yourself wearing buckled-on high heels, arms welded together, and trying to get up off the floor. I flip my right foot at the red STOP button, but I'm not even close.

With a grunt I roll onto my stomach and, jamming my head against the wall, manage to get a knee and then two knees under me.

The lift shudders as I turn and take two large knee steps towards the lift button panel, hastily throwing the right side of my face at it. A number of buttons illuminate, and I stare at them for a moment to watch what happens.

With my head spinning and blinking the tears away, I think I see floor 5 change to 4, and then I hear a 'BING!' sound. Okay. Are we stopping on 4? There are 10 floors – Did I press button 4? I'm pretty sure we started on 7.

I race to get my body up the wall to try to get standing on my feet as the lift slows to a stop.

Neighbours I press myself into the corner to hide as best I can, hearing the buckles binding my arms clink against the metal wall. I'm now tall enough to see myself in the mirror opposite me. The covid mask has fallen to the floor and my gag gleams bright red under the fluorescent lighting. My heavily-heaving breasts glow with sweat and my mascara wouldn't look out of place on a death metal front man. I'm in a public lift, bound and naked. How did I let this happen?

The lift slows and finally stops. An audible 'Oh please' comes out of my mouth as a soft groan. Time stands still and I hold my breath.

The doors slide open. I throw my head back into the corner and in the mirror I see a line of drool slip over my chin and down towards my neck. I bite down on the ballgag like it's a stress ball.

I hear young mens’ voices outside. They are laughing. It's Saturday night and they're probably going out. It sounds like they're having drinks while waiting for the lift, their noisy chat spilling out into the lift lobby.

Nobody comes to the lift.

I dare not move a muscle. Through squinted eyes l focus blankly on my reflection in the mirror. The lobby's colder air gives me goose-pimples and my nipples harden visibly.

I hear footsteps enter the lobby. It sounds like a woman in heels. Oh Jesus don't come in. PLEASE DON'T COME IN!

She must be literally feet away when she shouts back to the others. I presume she's calling them to take the lift but I don't understand the language. The 'DING!' sound signals the door to close, but my heart almost jumps out of my chest when right in front of me, a hand clamps on the door to stop it closing.

It rests on the door furthest from me. Can't she see my protruding breasts? It looks like a young woman's hand with nicely manicured fingernails. I squeeze my knees together to stop them shaking, as the woman shouts again. The male voices shout back at her, and I hear her sighing and muttering something to herself. Can she know I'm here? The draft carries the scent of her overdone perfume; I recognise it, but can't name it.

The hand disappears, but I don't hear footsteps. The door closes with another 'DING!'

Bottoming Out I breathe so heavily some drool spits out from the side of my jammed open mouth. I swallow heavily in relief. The lift starts to move. Oh my God, what next? I feel spent and allow my knees to buckle as I slide down to sit on my ankles, the wall now moist from my body contact.

Feeling too shocked to intervene in my fate, I watch now as the digital display counts down, 3, 2, 1, 0.

The lift stops. I think it's the ground floor, and the door opens. Nobody there. A cold draft makes me shiver a little, but otherwise all is silent.

The door stays mysteriously open. I wonder where Jeremy could be. Still waiting on the lift I've been hogging? I decide I can't risk staying in the lift and meeting any more neighbours! I should get out.

Tilting forward I straighten my numbing legs stiffly back to a standing position. l poke a foot out into what seems to be the building's main entrance foyer. The sharp crack of my steel stiletto on the polished stone gives me pause. It's deathly silent and almost dark out there.

Peeking to the right I see the array of mailboxes and the double glass doors of the main building entrance. Bright lights illuminate the trees beyond the entrance, but the only internal light comes from the lift behind me.

To my left I see a green-lit sign that says 'IZEGA' with that little figure running through a door. It points down a smaller corridor to the left. That's got to be the fire escape stairwell, right? Trying to think clearly, I figure that's my best chance to intercept Jeremy. The notion that I might never find him makes me feel queasy. Everything hinges on finding him, and only him!

A floor to ceiling mirror covers the entire foyer wall opposite me and sets my bound form in silhouette against the brightness behind me. Seeing myself full length for the first time distracts me for a moment. Armless and tall, with impeccable posture!

I gingerly step closer to take a look at my eyes. A little bloodshot. The ballgag up close looks obscene as ever. I bite down on it and see my overly strained jaw muscles flexing tight.

The saliva slick on my chest shimmers in the reflected light and stretches all the way down to my bald vagina.

For a second I wonder if some security guy is watching me from behind the mirror, or perhaps a camera. Look at this foolish naked girl in the foyer! I turn to show him my backside. I see my arms still tightly pinned behind me. I make a little wave.

Okay it's time to get serious. I take a last look into the lift. I see the abandoned mask and the damp stains on the floor left by my saliva.

Fire escape The grating echo of my heels bounces off the full length mirror as I teeter along towards the green sign.

A familiar 'BING!' sound makes me jump just before I turn to enter into the escape corridor. The lift doors close. The foyer is plunged into darkness and the lift starts to ascend. Could Jeremy be coming down? Or the partygoers on ? I don't want to wait here to find out which.

I gaze down into the abysmal darkness of the narrow escape corridor when suddenly there is a clanking noise behind me. I almost die when I see 4 or 5 men outside the glass windowed entrance about to come in! Holy shit!

It's flight time! The harsh echo of my heels against the bare walls is deafening as I run headlong into the increasingly dark escape corridor. I must have run fifteen yards, when I almost skid to a stop in front of a barely visible IZEGA sign in front of my face. It's a door. I push my knee into it, before realising it's a push bar escape door. I turn my butt and arms to lean against it, but just before I do I look back up towards the lobby.

The lobby lights have come on now, but my corridor is still mercifully dark. Am I visible here? I can see my saliva soaked chest, and there is enough to see my nipples standing erect as my breath heaves them up and down.

I hold my breath now to listen. I cannot imagine getting captured naked by some randy middle aged drunks, or what they might do with me. Could they have seen me? Haven't they heard my footsteps? What if they come and chase me? I'm freaking out here!

I'm still praying that the door stuck to my ass will take me to a stairway. If it goes outside onto some street what then?

I listen feverishly between breaths. I hear the men's voices louder in the lobby now. I don't yet see them, but if they've seen me I'm sure they will come after me.

Breathing heavily, tears clouding my vision again, I feel my hands on the push bar. I take a last look up the corridor. The suspense killing me, I decide to quietly open the door and see what's behind it. I lean gently but firmly with my hands and ass on the bar. As it snaps open, the loudest alarm ever is triggered and a row of fluorescent lights the length of the entire escape corridor flickers to life, flooding me suddenly in blindingly bright light.

This is it. I have to go for it. The door opens and I step into a short concrete floored corridor. In the flashing alarm lights I see a similar door ahead, but as I approach it I see that it's been chained shut. I bash my hip against the push bar a couple of times, but it won't budge.

Oh my God I'm trapped. I scream into my gag, but it only becomes audible when the unimaginably loud alarm suddenly falls silent. I look up to see the previous door slam shut with a heavy clank, and my world disappears into an all-consuming black darkness.

With the escape corridor suddenly transformed into a private prison cell, I listen breathlessly and wait for the door to open!

The Apartment Block · Part 2 (2/2)
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