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Hopping

Added 2020-07-12 19:12:36 +0000 UTC

Hopping

Bohuslav Grant. He was her worst client, by far. He was also paying her the best, by far. Over double of what her second most hated freak would pay her (that would be 'Eddy Tickle', story for another time).

She hated doing sessions with him: the only good thing was that she knew exactly what to expect. And no intercourse. Another good thing, one would imagine. But no: there always would come a point in time where she would wish he would just do her and get it all over with! Instead, apart from the initial preparations, he would barely touch her.

Twice a year he would be in town, and they would meet. Always at the same date, at the same hotel, in the same room. The same huge room, for that matter. Space was of the essence.

She took a deep breath and nocked. As always, she was welcomed rather formally. She undressed, all the way to just her heels. He gagged her, putting a small ball in her mouth and taping it. And after that the whole sorry experience began in earnest, as he also taped her eyes shut, blinding her.

He then laid her on the bed and tied her wrists to her shoulders, After that he helped her turn over on her stomach, and proceeded to bind her elbows with a wide cord. They weren't drawn together, but she wouldn't be able to flap her arms.

He proceeded by bending back her left leg and frog tying it. Then the most intimate part of the whole session followed. After turning her back on her back again, he slid his hand over her love mound and spread its lips, after which he slowly, carefully inserted the vibrator. As it was all the way in, he buckled the belt to keep it in place. As a finishing touch, as always, he connected two light bells to her nipples.

He lifted her off the bed and helped her find her balance, she swaying this way and that on her sole high heeled right foot. At last, she just stood there, breathing heavily through her nose, bracing herself for what she knew what was coming. And sure enough: there it was.

A soft push. It sent her hopping through the room, struggling like crazy to keep from falling over. Dancing around like this was difficult enough by itself, but being blind made it ten times as tough. On and on she hopped, squealing into the gag as she bumped into furniture from time to time. Her muffled screams and grunts and the tinkling of the bels on her tits were the only sounds in the room.

In the meantime, she knew by now, he would position himself on the bed and start playing with himself. He would only get up occasionally, to set things in motion once more if she finally had found her balance again, or to help her up whenever she had toppled over again. He was having a great time, she would imagine.

She, on the other hand, hated every second of it. Not just because of the physical challenge. No, it was the feeling of deep humiliation that really got to her every time.

With almost all of her other clients, she would, after a while always feel some sort of empowerment. The fact that they wanted her so bad, the ways in which she could seduce them even more, driving them crazy: she loved all that!

But this, him getting off on seeing her bouncing around like an idiot, helpless and totally not in control of even her own body? And then the fact that he never spoke to her? Not even to taunt her? She couldn't feel more objectified. Forced to keep hopping her awkward dance, biting down on the ball in her mouth in total frustration.

After some five minutes, he upped the scales by turning on the vibrator. She wailed into the gag, knowing that from now on she was fighting a losing battle. She kept on jumping around for a short while, but after another five minutes, her knee buckled and she hit the floor, hard.

This time, he didn't come to her rescue. He just let her continue her dance on the floor, convulsing and squirming, kicking out with her free leg. And finally, as the vibrator had taken complete control of her body and she was reduced to nothing more than a quivering mass of reflexes, far, far away she would hear some squeals and grunts other than her own ones. And she would know that her ordeal was over at last.

At least for half a year.